He finally spills the secret, after you really work him over

"Tell the camera what you are." You snarl, holding your phone up towards James' bleary face. His cheeks are smeared with tears and pre-cum, his eyes dull with hazy desire. He's deep in submission now, and you know there isn't much he wouldn't do to please you. Just a little further, and you sense he'll have no secrets from you. Exactly why you're humiliating him like this by making him admit his deviant tastes on video, to **** him even further. Plus, it's just so much fun, and the further you go down this road the more tempting it gets to be even nastier to him. Maybe you're losing sight of your original goal in the haze of boiling lust, but that doesn't matter much right now.

"I'm nothing." He moans. "A pathetic, worthless piece of shit."

"That's right, and it's all you'll ever be." You drawl, using your other hand to bring the belt down hard across his back. His tightly muscled butt is already bruised and swollen, so you're leaving it alone for now, but he responds just as well to getting struck anywhere else. A hoarse, hungry moan as he stirs against the sheets, pulling against your makeshift bonds. Fuck, you'd love to have him tied up properly, maybe dangling from the ceiling with whip in your hand so you could really work him over. "You're really not good for much, are you?" You sneer with contempt, draping the belt temptingly across his shuddering back. "Maybe if I put a lot of work into training you, you could make a decent cum-dump one day, but that's a long way off. As it stands, you can't even take cock well." In truth he was the best fuck you've ever had and you're aching to shove your swollen cock into his holes again, but that's more because of the situation than any effort on his part. "Would you like that, boy? Do you want me to train you up into my personal cocksleeve? Work those holes until all they're good for is milking my balls dry? Don't think you're worth much else to anyone, right?"

"Yes Mistress." He gasps hoarsely.

"Beg me for it, you little slut." You purr, bringing down the belt again with a very satisfying crack of leather on flesh. You hold the phone steady, capturing his every shudder and moan. You've already threatened to share it with every single girl he's dumped, and you know he's wallowing in the delicious shame of his former conquests seeing him so utterly degraded.

"Please Mistress!" He, staring up at you with **** eyes. "Please, I can't...I need it! I need you to hurt me and fuck me! Whenever you want, just take me!" You smirk at the trembling sincerity in his voice. In the moment, he really means it, and that deserves a chance at least. Kneeling over him you thrust your hips, pressing your cock into his face and smearing even more pre-cum over his cheek.

"Kiss my cock, worship it." You order your new fucktoy. "You're lucky I'm even letting scum like you touch me, so show me how grateful you are." He obeys without hesitation, craning his neck to tenderly lick and along your achingly sensitive head. It really is like he's worshipping you, his kisses hungry and eager but hesitant, like he's unsure he's even worthy of licking your massive shaft. You shudder at the pleasure of it, your phone capturing every delicious moment. "Consider this your audition, slut. You make me cum without me having to move another muscle, and I'll know that hole in your face is at least good for something, even if the rest of you really isn't."

He bends quickly to his task, wrapping his soft lips around your swollen head, your utter scorn providing motivation you've never seen out of the arrogant, lazy boy you thought he was. Well, that's one problem solved at least. Next time you want him to put some effort into one of your assignments, you'll just have to tell him he can spend the day stuffed under your desk with your balls in his mouth if he gets a good grade. You have no doubt it'd work. The sheer submissiveness of this boy goes well beyond your wildest fantasies.

James is forcing his face further down your shaft, wriggling in his bonds to get the leverage to shove your cock into his throat, working all he has to try and please you. Seeing that is an aphrodisiac like no other, and you groan in hungry pleasure as your swollen head smacks into the back of his throat. He gags hoarsely, drool spewing out of his stretched lips to coat the rest of your shaft. His mouth is warm, wet and tight, but you resist the urge to slam your hips forward and bury the rest of your cock inside. This time he has to earn your cum for himself, and he's determined to win that sticky prize. Bobbing his head, he works his own throat open as he splutters and chokes. Your cock slips deeper inside him, the head cradled in a clenching tunnel of velvet, milking at your veiny shaft. You know you're close already, but you bite your lip hard, holding back the cum boiling in your balls through sheer **** of will. He's putting his all into giving you the best sloppy blowjob he can, and you feel like his effort would be wasted if you let yourself cum too fast.

When he's **** about two-thirds of your cock inside his clenching, gagging throat, it seems like he can go no further, no matter how much his muscles strain to **** his face deeper. His eyes stare frantically up at you with pleading desperation, begging you not to throw him away like trash. You just smile coldly back, giving him nothing yet. With a muffled, frantic squeal he slams his head back and forth, his stretched lips sliding along your veiny shaft and his fluttering tongue slathering your skin in saliva. The sheer desperation he's showing to please you is what pushes you over the edge, and you growl hungrily as your aching balls draw tight. Cum sprays from your pulsing cock, right into his waiting belly. His hungry lips wrap tight around your twitching shaft, forming a seal that keeps every drop inside. Your hips pump, trembling with the hot release as he milks your shaft dry with a slobbering gagging noise. Underneath his trembling body, his belly is swollen even tighter now, and the poor boy looks like he's ready to pop. With a sigh of deep satisfaction, you ease back at last, pulling your spit-covered shaft free of his trembling lips.

You set phone to one side after capturing one last photo of his drool and tear-stained face, and then ease yourself down next to him, your naked body lying just beside the trussed-up boy. Between the pair of you, your massive cock still stands as stiff as ever, like you haven't just cum three times in one night. Well, that can wait for now. The boy across from you is trembling, sticky seed leaking from the corners of his parted lips. His tear-filled eyes stare at your face, wet and pleading. Enough contempt for now. He did well, and he deserves to know that. There's a balance to be struck here, after all. The boy is aching to be taken in hand by a strict and demanding Mistress like you, but part of that is also telling him good behavior can earn him what he'll learn to crave even more than the ****. Your rare approval.

"Well done, slut." You purr, reaching your arm across to stroke your fingers through his sweaty auburn hair. "That was quite good."

"So...you'll...keep me?" He asks, and even you feel a stab of sympathy at the **** trembling in his voice.

"Yes, I think I will." You smile at him, a genuine smile. He's really quite cute when he's all limp and pathetic like this, and you find your earlier annoyance fading into the background. It's quite hard to stay mad at a boy when he's just spend the last few minutes shoving his own face down your cock. "But if you're going to be mine, that means you can't keep any secrets from me. Okay?" He nods faintly, like he was expecting this all along. "I need to know, boy, why did you try to **** me?" James shudders, his jaw draw tight. He's limp and listless, his whole body swimming in submission. You know this is your best chance to get him to spill, so you push a little harder. "Tell me." You growl, slipping a little displeasure into your voice. "You were trying to ruin your life, I've guessed as much. But why? What's happened to you?"

"Nothing, Mistress." He sniffles, fresh tears oozing from his glistening eyes. "Nothing happened. That's the worst part. I'm such a pathetic fuck-up I got like this for no reason at all. Everything's fucked, Mistress. It's all just so pointless, I can't make myself care anymore about anything...but you." He keeps talking, the words spilling free of his trembling lips like he's been **** to tell them to someone for years. You lie back and just listen, still stroking his hair with gentle fingers, drawing everything out of him with silent sympathy. "The girls...the grades, even winning the championship, it's all just fucking pointless. None of it matters. When I stood next to the pool last year holding that medal it should have been the happiest day of my life, but I just felt nothing at all." He's really crying now, shuddering in his bonds and you're starting to feel really quite bad about taking advantage of this broken boy. Fuck, if you'd known this was the reason why he's behaving so poorly you wouldn't have been so hard on him, but then it seems like your **** is the only thing that could have made him actually tell you. If you'd just kicked him out your house, what would he have done to himself? The thought worries you.

"And why did you try to **** me?" You ask gently, setting your anger with him for that to one side for now. "What were you even thinking?"

"I just wanted something to change. I didn't even know what I was doing anymore." He sobs. "I figured if I...**** you of all people, I'd...get in enough trouble I couldn't just stumble around like a useless, weak piece of shit anymore. You'd tell everyone what I did and I'd be in such a bad place I'd finally stop being so fucking cowardly and just...end it all." You freeze, his words sending an icy pulse of fear through your body. Oh shit...

"James, I need you to tell me." You stammer. "Do you still want to hurt yourself right now?"

"No, Mistress." He shakes his head frantically, remembering to call you that even now. "When you were hurting me and forcing me, the pain just felt so good. And then you said you'd...keep me, and it was like in that moment I finally knew where I belonged, cowering at your feet and sucking your cock. Please...Mistress, I know I'm worthless and cowardly...and weak, and I tried to do something awful to you, but please...keep me." He sniffles, his voice hitching on a sob so **** you feel tears in your own eyes just listening to him. "You can do whatever you want with me. I'll quit school and just be yours, that's all I need! I'll try so hard to be what you want, I'll do whatever you say, no matter how painful, just please don't throw me away."

You stare back at him, horrified at what you're hearing. It seems your fears about him were right, so right it sickens you. Maybe you've somehow pulled him back from the edge, but he's still teetering on the brink. He desperately needs a psychologist, but right now you're all he has. Would he even talk to anyone else, when the only way you've managed to yank this out of him is through hours of ****? And he's so lost and helpless, clinging to you like a piece of driftwood in a stormy sea. You feel like he'll just slip straight back into despair if you toss him aside now. This feels like the last chance you have. Can you really give him what he's begging for, now you know exactly why he's so **** to be abused? What can you even do to save this boy from himself?