Drop Out

I had decided to take the spring semester off from college during my sophomore year. Well, actually I was put on academic probation and had to take that semester off. I did very well in certain classes but in others that didn't interest me, I failed. I had also got into a bad habit of spending way too many hours watching porn, masturbating, doing online chat rooms, doing cam shows, and hooking up when possible.

The random hook ups with people from online was always exciting. Some good, some bad, and some extremely dangerous and scary. One such scary hook up was with a retired law enforcement guy in his early sixties. I thought the spanking fetish looked like fun. I met Henry, the sixty something man, in a fetish chat room. He liked that I was 19, my lean muscular body and nice firm pale ass. I liked that he was experienced in spanking younger men. I drove to his run down house about two hours away in a small obscure town one evening. There were junked cars parked all over his lawn and junk piled up all over his place. I entered through a rusted and broken fence area behind his garage like instructed. I striped down and put my clothes and shoes into a metal box. I locked the box up with a key and padlock. I took the key and went around to the back door of his garage. When I entered, I saw this hulking, hairy man with his shirt off. He only wore jeans, with a worn brown belt, and black boots. His gray hair was long, down past his shoulders, and was disheveled looking. He had a long shaggy white beard that matched the color of his big chest hairs. He was sitting down in a large wooden chair. He had a stoggie he was smoking and a beer in the other. The garage had a layer of smoke lingering in the air. He saw me enter and his dark eyes lit up. He told me that he didn't think I would show up and went on about all the times he had been stood up. I was standing there naked and made sure not to step on anything sharp as I made my way to him. I was shaking nervously. We had discussed what he wanted to do to me and it seemed very arousing to me. My cock was semi hard and bounced as I manuevered to Henry. His voice was low and had a sandpaper rough tone to it. He took one last drink of his beer and threw the empty can into a corner where many other empty cans laid. Henry puffed on his stoggie and stood up. He was almost six inches taller than me, standing around 6'5". I guessed he weighed close to 300lb. I reached out my hand and he took it yanking me into him. His other dirty hand reached around and gave me a good hard slap on my pale ass. I jumped from the sheer power of his rough hand on my creamy smooth pale ass. He squeezed me as jumped again.

Henry wasted no time. He threw a chain over a beam and cuffed me in metal hand cuffs. He pulled the chain down forcing my arms upwards. Once my arms were fully stretched upwards and my feet barely touching the floor he secured the chain. Henry walked around me. My heart was pumping hard and the anticipation was exciting and frightening. I was scared and aroused because no one knew I was there and in fact, I had never heard of the small town I was now hanging naked in a garage until just two days before. Henry groped me all over. He touched my chest and played with my erect nipples. He touched my toned abdomen which made me flinch and laugh as it tickled. He yanked on my now fully hardened seven inch extra thick cut cock and he rubbed my firm bubble butt. Henry took his time and admittedly, his pacing around me had gone on much longer than I had expected. The waiting was kind of painful but I didn't dare speak up. Henry had warned me of his temper and I believe him. Henry went over to a workshop area and pulled out a Polaroid camera from an upper cabinet. He took pictures of me as 'keepsakes' . He only took three, one full frontal nude, backside nude and one close up of my ass. Henry complimented me on my firm pale ass but made fun of me and my "woman" like legs. I shaved my entire body for him minus my shaggy blonde hair and eyebrows. Henry shook the pictures and admired them. Then he wrote my name on them and laid them on his workbench. My arms were starting to get tired from hanging up.

Henry pulled out a feather and began to lightly touch my body. It was stimulating and tickled. I jumped and flinched from all the areas he touched me with it. I especially liked when he ran it under my ball sack and up my ass. It made me make a whoopiee sound and sent a jiggling motion up and down my body. Henry snorted roughly, amused by my whimsical response. Henry stood behind me. I heard metal objects clanging around as he seemed to be looking for a particular item. Then there was silence. I could hear Henry breathing. I felt his presence then WACK!!! His hand hit my right ass cheek. I yelped loudly. Henry then rubbed my ass and it soothed me. Now I was breathing faster. Another smack and then another to my ass. One light followed by a much harder one. Each getting me to yelp. Henry took a lap around me, he let me watch his unbuckled his brown leather belt. He smirked and huffed at my wide eyed expression on my face. Then he went behind me as he snapped the belt hard. I jumped nervously panning my head around. Henry didn't like me trying to look behind me. He pulled out a blue kerchief from his back pocket and tied it around my head and over my eyes. He muttered to himself stating how much better it was now. Henry moved up behind me as I braced for his belt. Instead, Henry lightly patted my ass three tines. I cried out loudly from his disception. Henry chockled.

This went on for some time. Henry toyed with me making loud sounds and smacking my bottom lightly and hard. Then he paced around me touching my body with his leather belt. When I tensed up and held my breath Henry would mix up his spankings keeping me off balance. My body broke into a crazy sweat and my mind was going insane not knowing what would come next. Then Henry cracked his leather belt hard across both my ass cheeks! I screamed out in pain. Tears began to flow as I yanked on my chain and jumped around violently. I began to sob. Henry disliked it and gave me three more lashes of his belt. My ass throbbed in pain and fear overtook me. I cried out but tried to be softer as I began to involuntarily beg for his mercy. This displeased Henry. He punched me in the gut unexpectedly. It took away all the breath in my lungs. I gasped profusely for air. I made loud wheezy sounds as I took small breaths of air back in me. I was shocked, upset, angry, and terrified all at the same time. Henry did give me a moment to compose myself. In my current frantic state, I asked why he punched me. I was answered with a barrage of leather to my ass. I tried to move away from him. Henry panned in front and slapped my stiff cock with the buckle of his belt. It had almost the same effect as being punched in the gut! I wasn't enjoying this and begged for Henry to release me.

He punched me in the ribs. I let out a bellowing cry. I shouted for help as it fell on deaf ears. Henry punched me again and again on my lower back and in my chest. I was his human punching bag. I felt my whole body go rigid trying to prepare for his next strike. Then Henry smacked my face with his hand. I tasted blood. I fought to free myself but was too weak to break free of my bonds. I swore at Henry out of mostly fear. Henry spanked my ass hard with his bare hand. Then as he massaged my battered ass. I then begged him to stop. I cried as I pleaded for him to uncuff me. My wrists were really sore and my arms were going numb. Henry took my blindfold off. He just looked at me smirking. Then he took a few more pics before unshackling me. I fell to the floor and curled up naked on the concrete and sobbed.

Henry sat down in his chair. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his undersized cock for as big of a man as he was. I stayed in a fetal position, tears still running down my face. My pale body now covered in bruises, belt and hand marks, and dirt from Henry's dirty garage floor. I watched as Henry lumbered jerking his small cock off. He was frustrated and getting pissed off at me for staring at him. He was unable to climax so instead he stood above me and relieved himself onto me. Henry groaned as he struggled to keep a steady stream as his stinky piss splattered down on me. I tried to move away by this disgusting old man relieving himself on me but froze out of fear and an the odd sensation of being his toilet.

Henry had gotten what he wanted out of me. He gave me the key and told me to get the hell out of his place. I unlocked the box, grabbed my clothes and jumped into my car naked. My whole body ached badly and even though my ass really hurt....I was more scared of what Henry would do to me if I had stayed. I drove away a few miles down the gravel road before I pulled off to put on some of my clothes. Then I drove back to my apartment as fast as I could without being pulled over and having to explain my condition.

When I got back I took off my clothes and crawled into my shower. I could barely wash myself. As the stench of piss and dirty washed away, I admired the brutal marks Henry had impressed on me. My wrists were black and blue from the handcuffs, my jaw was swollen, my ribs were discolored yellow from probably suffering some cracked ribs, my cock had a red bump from the buckle and my ass I had to stand in the mirror while holding a smaller mirror had deep dark red marks and some points were the skin had been broken.i couldn't even recognize how swollen red it was! There was no easy way to sleep. Any turn was met by pain waking me up. I took way too much pain medication and it wasn't enough.

It took many weeks to fully recover. But each time I reflected on that time with Henry it became more and more erotic in my mind. It was one of the scariest things I had ever done and the most arousing!!