Alex & Matt

Walking down the hallway of the apartment complex, Matt heard the usual music spilling out from under the doors. It all was what you'd expect from an apartment building in a university town. The business meetings he had come to California for had gone as he had planned and he was happy that the people in the LA office would now do things the way he wanted them to, using the same processes as was used in New York. So it was nothing about the business meetings that had left his mouth dry and his stomach feeling as if it was still on an elevator the rest of his body had left.

He had been talking to this guy online for a few months. Not a big deal, just conversation, someone to get off with. When they first talked he was surprised by Alex's aggressive attitude. Oh, he expected kinky -- they met, after all, in an online kink room. But Alex looked so clean-cut; like a sweet 26 year old preppy boy. Matt expected to roll over him while they played with their dicks so he was surprised when Alex took charge. Not what Matt was used to but, what the hell, it was an interesting change. Matt was used to being in control in the office, with the guys he dated and when he played around with kink. But Alex just plunged ahead and Matt let him. In a way it was easier -- he didn't have to come up with all the ideas, decide when to move on to new stuff, decide when to end the scene, be responsible for both of them getting off. Let someone else do the work for once; which Alex was happy to do. And once that pattern had been established it didn't change. Oh, a couple of times he had tried to flip roles, but Alex wasn't really interested and Matt didn't try all that hard. Of course he hadn't expected that business would bring him out to LA. He had mentioned it in passing and Alex had jumped on the idea of meeting, brought it up whenever they chatted. And then it somehow was just...agreed to. Lesson learned: never discuss something when your dick is hard. Who knows what might seem like a good idea under those circumstances. So here he was. A little nervous and a little out of sorts.

After finding the apartment number he'd memorized he knocked, cleared his throat and prepared to give a friendly greeting to get the visit off to a good start but he wasn't given the chance. When the door swung open he hesitated a moment, taken aback by the cold expression on Alex's face.

"Drop your pants."

"Uh, sure. But I'd rather not do it out in the hall. May I come in first? Right inside?"

The awkward silence that followed was accompanied by the same hard stare.

Without a change in tone: "Drop your pants."

Seeing that this was a standoff he was not going to win Matt put down his suitcase and, with shaking hands, reached for his belt buckle. Quick glances down the hall in either direction let him know he was safe for the moment. So he loosened his belt, unbuttoned and pulled down the zipper. His new gray pants puddle around his ankles and he was exposed in my sport coat, carefully chosen shirt, and striped blue boxers. His body leaned into the apartment involuntarily, so eager was he to get out of the public hallway. But Alex still blocked the way. Only after his eyes slowly looked Matt up and down and a mocking grin spread across his face did he step back and let him in.

Alex struggled to keep the grin off his face. He knew if he grinned it would make him seem friendlier, more hospitable, and that was not impression he wanted to give. But, DAMN. He was enjoying this. He loved the look on a sub's face at the beginning of an encounter. The fear, the expectation, the desire, the wish to flee. When he gives the first command -- the flush of shame that comes over a man's face. Especially with someone like this one. He could see Matt's immediate reaction was to tell him to "fuck off." Maybe slug him. He could see the struggle play out on Matt's features. Then finally: the submission. Victory! It was Alex's favorite part. Better than fucking. And so much hotter when it was a guy like this. Alex had had mousy young twinks and they weren't nearly as much fun. Good for a fuck, most of them, but not exciting to conquer. They showed up conquered. Hell, they were born conquered. No, he liked a guy with some spirit in him. A man. A man about to be turned into a boy.

Alex took the suitcase from Matt's hand saying, "There's nothing in here you'll be needing for the next couple of days. If there's something I want you to have I'll give it to you." Alex was dressed casually; a pair of low-slung jeans and a t-shirt. Matt was really questioning if he could trust Alex. His first time as a submissive -- should he be allowing this kid that much power?

At this point though, wasn't that choice out of Matt's hands?

Alex had disappeared into another room with the suitcase and had come out empty-handed. Was there anything in the bag Matt didn't want him to have access to? He couldn't remember. And at any rate, it was too late now.

Alex indicated Matt was to follow him around the apartment and Matt knew the reason was that his fallen pants hobbled his legs and his short-step shuffle made him look ridiculous. He felt deep shame but had to make the effort. Alex's satisfied grin as he watched Matt waddle towards him confirmed Matt's suspicion and made him even more embarrassed. At one point Alex removed Matt's sport coat and threw it in a corner, and shortly after that, his shirt. As he removed Matt's watch he again said, "You won't need this." Matt guessed Alex meant he wouldn't need to know what time it was -- Alex would tell him when to do things , how long to do them, what to do next. Soon Matt was in nothing but his boxers and black socks, still hobbling around until Alex took his pants too.

Alex stood in the middle of the living room area and snapped his fingers -- a sound Matt would grow accustomed to hearing. "Come here, boy. Let me see what I've got to play with."Matt stood in front of him, his 6'3" height a bit taller than Alex's 5'10". Matt found he was breathing quickly and shallowly, partly because he wasn't used to being on display like this, put out for evaluation. But even more upsetting was just not knowing what would happen next, what was the plan, what might he be forced to do. And he was not at all used to not having a say in what he would do. Or, obviously what he would wear.

"Hands behind your head."

Matt complied.

"I've dealt with your type before. Business executives. You think being sub to a hot young guy will fulfill some crazy sex dream."

His fingers probed Matt's mouth as though he was some dog he was buying. He felt Matt's bicep and grunted in a dissatisfied manner. Alex actually found Matt pretty hot, but he didn't want Matt to know that. Mentally he measured Matt's bicep against his own and thought they were pretty similar. Hard, impressive without being over-muscled. Had he known, he might have appreciated the number of push-ups (and sit-ups) Matt had done in his hotel room that morning, anticipating this kind of inspection.

Alex figured Matt was used to being admired, after all he had a good body and a handsome face. But Alex wanted him to learn what it feels like to be considered the loser, to be unsure of his attractiveness in comparison to the man in front of him; to feel inferior to that man. After pinching the flesh around Matt's belly Alex's hands slid up his torso and found his nipples, painfully pinching them, twisting them right, then left. They were nice nipples, on the large side, with hair completely surrounding them. Alex enjoyed manipulating the pecs. Rubbing, fondling them, listening to Matt's quick intake of breath as the hands excited him. Matt was determined not to cry out because it would make me look unmanly, so he just bit his lip. He was actually enjoying the feel of Alex's hands on his body. They were warm, strong, commanding. The warmth spread down his body into his dick.

"You have fantasies about being a sex slave to a good-looking guy. What you need to learn -- and I'm going to teach you -- is that this has nothing to do with your fantasies. This is about me. Not about you at all, boy. And most of you privileged, self entitled guys have a hard time learning that." Matt's back stiffened at that statement. "I have needs... fantasies... I made the effort to get here...FUCK YOU..." But his dick stiffened at the statement too. He hated being made secondary to this guy. But it was explosively erotic at the same time.

Alex could see some of this conflict playing out in Matt's face and knew that he was winning, which was a powerful, sexy feeling. He was breaking Matt's will. Alex simply enjoyed the power. The power to tell a handsome man he had never met to take his clothes off and, poof! it happened. The power to touch any part of that man's sexy body, without restraint. The power to tell the man to kneel, if that's what he wanted. Or turn around and display his ass.

Alex's thumb was back in Matt's mouth, forcing him to suck on it. His hands continued to roam as he talked to Matt, taking possession of his body. With a swift, unexpected movement he yanked Matt's boxers down to his knees.

"Well, that's nothing to write home about." Alex picked up Matt's penis and held it at different angles as if trying to find one that was interesting. Suddenly he grabbed Matt's testicles, squeezed them and yanked them up. Matt inhaled sharply and stood on his toes, stepping back and forth trying to maintain his equilibrium.

"Just remember, while you're here I own you. Your dick, your balls, your mouth. Whatever I want. You are going to learn that lesson because I will be teaching it to you over and over."

Standing naked in front of a man with his clothes on made Matt feel more vulnerable than he ever had. Looking down he thinks his body looks flabby, his penis looks small. He feels pale, hairy, exposed. He's reminded of a word he'd never have used to describe himself: silly. And it's a college boy who's manipulating him, manhandling him.

"What would the men you were just meeting with say if they could see you now?"

Matt's face flushed red as he imagines Adkins and Kozlowski here in this room: the disbelief and shock followed by amused smirks. And finally their predator sides coming out as they thought up ways to use this against him and gain advantage for themselves. The weak don't last long in the business world and right at that moment Matt looked pretty damn weak.

Alex barks a short, derisive laugh when he looks at Matt's face. "See. You're learning already. And I have a list of rules to help your education. Read `em."

Alex settled back in a chair grinning up at Matt as he stood and recited the rules for him.

1. The balance of power has shifted. Matt needs to acknowledge this fact and show he respects it by addressing Alex as "Sir."

2. Unless told otherwise, Matt will remain naked at all times. Clothes are designed to lend dignity to a man and afford him some privacy. They would be wasted on someone who has no dignity and isn't allowed privacy.

3. Spankings are inappropriate punishments for a grown male. But they are perfectly appropriate for a man like Alex to give to someone who doesn't quite live up to the title: man. Matt will be spanked whenever he fucks up; whenever he shows signs of ego; or whenever Alex feels like it.

4. Housework, laundry, cleaning and all other domestic chores are Matt's responsibility and he will perform them in a way that pleases Alex.

5. Like an out-of-control 12 year old, Matt spends too much time masturbating. In an attempt to mature him, he is now forbidden to touch is penis without Alex's permission. Not even to take a piss.

6. Matt no longer has the right to privacy so he is never to be behind closed doors or curtains. Not when using the bathroom, not when taking a shower.

7. The furniture is to stay clean. Therefore Matt is not to use it. He may sit on the floor when not being used. When allowed to eat it will be out of a dog bowl, Matt on all-fours. He will sleep on the floor at the foot of the bed.

8. Matt has the right to voice objection to any of the orders he is given. All objections will be completely ignored.

Matt reached the end of the list and stopped reading. Everything on it had been agreed to before he came but seeing it all laid out like that made him ashamed of himself. What kind of man would agree to even one of those points? Well, maybe that's the point. A real man wouldn't.

"Well? You okay with that?"

With a deep sigh Matt looked over at Alex. "Yes. I'm kind of embarrassed, to tell you the truth. But yes, I agree to all of it."

Another one of Alex's long pauses. They were making Matt nervous. He was anxious to fill them but had no idea what to say. Alex was reminded of watching a cat play with a mouse he captured. The cat knew the outcome but liked to delay it as the mouse tried to maintain some control. Now Alex was the cat, enjoying the attempts by Matt to retain a small bit of control over his body or his actions.

"Read #1 again."

"The balance of power has shifted. Matt needs to acknowledge this fact and show he respects it by addressing Alex as "Sir."

"Oh! Yeah, okay. Sorry Sir. Yes, Sir, I agree to them."

"Good. How about #3?"

Matt felt caught. He hadn't been spanked in over 20 years and the thought of getting one made him very nervous. He was afraid of looking like a pussy if he couldn't handle it. Alex had never claimed to give light taps and Matt would definitely look like one if he begged him to stop. He knew he was good at giving spankings; getting one was a completely different story.

Matt stood at Alex's side, next to his long, jeans-clad legs, and lowered himself over Alex's lap. Alex grabbed Matt's hips and shoved him around so that his ass was centered on Alex's lap. Because of Matt's height his head was down close to the floor and the blood rushed to his face which had been red quite a bit already that afternoon. He braced himself with his hands and waited but still felt completely unprepared when Alex's hand slammed into his right cheek.

Damn! This was going to hurt!

And it did.

Matt hadn't realized the position would be so uncomfortable. The slaps fell on one cheek or the other in no particular order, with no particular rhythm. He never knew where the next one would land, which kept him off-balance. After a bit, a paddle appeared from nowhere and increased the intensity. It was all Matt could do to keep from putting his hand back there to deflect the blows, or to beg Alex to stop. But Matt knew neither would have any effect on Alex and would only serve to humiliate himself. He wasn't able to stop his body from squirming -- it was instinctual. Matt's ass jumped and twisted as his hairy legs kicked out.

Alex had long ago realized this was one of his favorite views. A man's bare ass always looked vulnerable, and especially when it was laid out for him to play with like this. He liked to watch it turn red, to squeeze it, to expose the hole.

The end of the spanking was signaled by a push from Alex that landed Matt on the floor at his feet. He stood up and went to the door of a room they hadn't been in yet.

"C'mon boy. Follow me."

"Uh uh. Don't get up -- crawl over here. Here's your first job. Fuck it up and you'll find yourself over my lap real damn fast. I want this room spotless."

Clearly Alex's bedroom, the place had a few miles to go to spotless. The bed sheets were untucked and in a pile. Books and papers were everywhere, mixed in with CDs, pop cans and notebooks. And everywhere were clothes -- dirty underwear, jeans, worn t-shirts, socks. Taken off by Alex and thrown wherever he happened to be standing.

"You can stand up later. Right now I want you to stay on all-fours while you pick up these clothes," Alex said as he placed a laundry basket in the middle of the floor. "Crawling shows off your pathetic red ass in a way that, at the moment, I happen to find amusing."

So as Alex settled in with his legs propped up on his desk, and began scanning his laptop, Matt went to work. Work right now no longer consisted of running meetings about hedge funds but of picking up this boy's underwear with my teeth and crawling over to the laundry basket to deposit them. Matt's dick started to lengthen a little as he inhaled the funky smell of Alex's ripe briefs, the kind of briefs that were cradling the cock Matt hadn't yet seen. The t-shirts also held the residue of his sweat and sexual energy.

"Your ass looks good after a beating. We're going to have to keep it red like that."

"Yes Sir"

Matt's crawling was impeded slightly by the erection bobbing between his legs. Being this subservient to Alex was exciting him in a way he hadn't experienced before. Smelling Alex's sweat, seeing his long legs stretched out in the tight jeans, hearing the sneer in his laughter -- all served to put Matt in a state of excitement.

Alex was feeling the same from watching Matt's hairy body as he went about his assignments. Alex knew that body belonged to him. He could do what he wanted with it, make it pleasure him in any way he could dream up. He tugged at his crotch to release the pressure of the lengthening cock in his jeans.

After Matt was allowed to stand up he could take the laundry into the small room off the kitchen and wash the clothes. He picked up everything, shelved the books, threw away the trash, dusted the furniture, mopped the floors, vacuumed. It was tiring and made him wonder if he wasn't underpaying the woman who cleaned his apartment back in New York.

Often when Matt walked past Alex he swatted his ass, reigniting the pain. Nice, firm, meaty; an ass worth playing with. Once Alex grabbed him by the balls, dragged them down to the floor so Matt wound up kneeling, then had his face pushed onto Alex's sneakers, kissing and licking them before resuming his duties. Licking someone's shoes, groveling at his feet, is an ancient sign of subservience and Alex enjoyed it for the power it demonstrated he had over Matt. He could look down at the man in front of him and see the muscles, a little sweaty from all the activity. The long tongue sensuously licking is sneakers. The eagerness to please in his eyes, as well as the fear that he'll screw it up. Down the back to Matt's pretty little ass. Alex had to adjust his cock again because it felt trapped in his briefs.

The bedroom looked pretty damn good when he was finished and he was happy knowing Alex would be pleased with him. He didn't know for sure if that was true because Alex never said anything about it, just snapped his fingers for Matt to come to him. As he knelt in front of him Alex put him in a dog collar and leash and led him to the bathroom.

"I'm heading out to the gym. I'm leaving you in here so you don't get into any trouble." With that he locked the chain leash to a pipe behind the toilet.

"You can drink from there but no peeing. Remember you haven't been given permission." I nodded and tried to get comfortable on the floor.

"I said you could drink! Get to it!"

Oh. That was a command not an offer. Slowly Matt lowered his head into the bowl and lapped noisily so Alex would know he was being obeyed. Thank god that at least it had been flushed. The knowledge that piss had been there made Matt want to gag. He shut his mind to the other because if he thought of that he wouldn't be able to continue. He tried not to think about what he was doing and to drink as little as possible.

"Jesus Christ. What a pig." Alex had come up with that command at the last minute and hadn't been sure Matt would do it. It made Alex realize that there was a larger subservient streak in Matt than either one of them had known about. Just the kind of streak Alex enjoyed discovering, poking at, expanding. It made the weekend look even more fun.

The door lock snapped behind Alex and Matt settled down on the cold tile for a couple of hours. Not having control over clothing was turning out to be worse than he had thought it would be. The floor was cold and hard and uncomfortable, and he couldn't find a way to position myself so that the collar didn't pinch. He didn't even attempt to pee. He didn't know how Alex would have figured it out if he had, but Matt was just learning to obey him. Alex told him not to so he didn't. But he didn't drink from the toilet anymore either.

He may have dozed off or perhaps he just zoned out somehow since Alex wasn't there. At any rate Matt snapped to as he heard the door unlock and saw Alex enter the bathroom and unlock his leash.

Alex didn't say a word, just walked back to the living room, stood before a chair and once again snapped his fingers to summon his stupid, overgrown puppy. Matt crawled over to him and looked up at his handsome, arrogant face. Alex confidently pushed his gym shorts down to the floor and sat back in the chair, his hairy legs spread out on either side of Matt.

"Lick my balls, bitch."

Matt looked up at the dick, bigger than he had expected. Alex's cock lay dormant across his thigh and his smooth, rather large balls hung between his legs. For a brief moment, Matt wanted to swat them, to make him wince in pain. But for whatever reason that didn't seem right. He couldn't do it, though he was unable to say why. He stuck out his tongue and slowly lapped at the bottom of his ball sack. And again. They were big, beautiful balls, representative of his manhood, and Matt realized he loved licking them, sucking them, even though being in this position made him feel like less of a man.

"That's right, bitch. Make Daddy feel good."

Was there a way to make Matt feel more keenly how degrading his position here was? As Matt immersed himself in making Alex feel good, Alex pulled out his phone and started returning calls.

"Hey man, what's up?"

Matt continued to kneel at his feet, his neck craning upward to keep his head between Alex's strong thighs, his mouth stretched up to worship his dick and balls. In between calls and texts Alex gave precise instructions on how he liked his cock taken care of. He didn't want to cum, just to have his cock kept warm and happy. The service Matt was giving Alex was more than degrading. Even whores have some attention paid to them during sex. Matt was just a mouth; not a man, not a human being, just a warm mouth. Alex's focus was on the buddies that he was connecting with over the phone.

When he was finished with his call he snapped his phone shut, stood up and walked into the bedroom, leaving Matt kneeling front of an empty chair, his mouth gaped open. Since he wasn't told what to do the safest decision seemed to be remaining exactly where he was.

When Alex came back into the living room he had changed clothes. Since Matt was pretty sure Alex wasn't dressing up for his benefit he figured Alex was going out. For dinner? Maybe he would take Matt with him? Even if he made Matt wear a butt plug out or some such embarrassment, it would be refreshing to have a nice meal, spend some time dressed. Matt would also be proud to be seen out with Alex. He watched from his position on the floor as Alex walked around getting his keys, retrieving things from drawers. But when he came up behind Matt, crouched down and snapped handcuffs on his wrists behind his back, Matt figured probably wasn't going with him. The blindfold confirmed this, as did a metal cock ring that also went around his dick was locked in place. From the cock ring was a long piece of rawhide that was tied to something big; Matt never figured out what but he knew he wasn't going to move until someone untied it for him.

Matt was content to stand there for a while; he'd begun to learn patience, a quality he didn't have enough of in his normal life. He knew Alex would eventually tell him what he wanted him to do. Perhaps he'd be told to suck him off again. The thought of that started to engorge his penis. Which then shrunk again immediately when the doorbell rang.

Matt broke out in a cold sweat and his heart started to race.

"Alex?" he said weakly as he heard him walk past.

It was one thing to be seen this way by Alex but Matt couldn't let others see him naked and tied up. Especially when he didn't even know who it might be! His mind raced, trying to think of a way to hide. But unless he was willing to leave his balls behind there was no place he could go. And anyway, it was too late.

Alex headed to the door with a grin on his face. He knew that for Matt, being seen in this state by someone other than Alex would be extremely embarrassing and one more step in his journey to recognizing his own innate submission and passivity. By baby steps he was leading Matt to true servitude. The look of panic on Matt's face when the doorbell rang, and the fear in his voice went like a shot, directly to Alex's cock. They were making progress!

"Dude! Shit man. I didn't believe you when you said you had some old guy here as your naked servant. Shit! That is fucking hysterical."

Although Matt couldn't see him, he sounded young. And stupid. If only his hands weren't cuffed. Matt bet he could beat the crap out of this asshole. But they were cuffed and all he could do was turn red underneath his blindfold and down to his chest.

A sudden tug on the rawhide pulled him forward. Apparently he wasn't very graceful in his movement because the new guy barked out a laugh.

"Shit. It's like having a dog on a leash."

"C'mon pup. Here, boy! Be a good bitch and come to daddy!"

Alex had untied the rawhide from whatever piece of furniture and was starting to pull Matt faster. Into other rooms, around in circles. Since Matt could not see where he was going the natural instinct was to put his hands out in front of him so he wouldn't run into anything. But he couldn't do that either. So he stumbled and hesitated. But if he hesitated too long he would lose his nuts. It was awful; conflicting and scary. And that stupid boy kept laughing.

Finally Alex stopped moving and Matt, dizzy and disoriented by now, stopped with him.

"Kneel." Matt dropped to his knees.

"Good boy. Now open your mouth. And keep it open."

So Matt knelt, feeling foolish, knowing he looked foolish. As he heard the two guys in the other room having a quick drink and discussing various friends of theirs.

Matt heard Alex's voice but knew it was directed at the new guy.

"I have to piss. You want to use it while you're waiting?" "It" was Matt; Matt's mouth, specifically.

"What the fuck, man. Why not? Take the edge off before we go out. And then if I don't get laid later, well, no problem."

In other circumstances Matt would have slugged this guy, if for no other reason than his annoying laugh and frat-bro cliches. But in these circumstances he knelt there, mouth opened obscenely, waiting.

Matt felt a presence in front of him and heard a zipper being pulled down, the fumbling sounds of a man digging around in his underwear, and finally smelled the musty odor of the boy's penis. It must have been half-hard already because the boy was swinging it, slapping Matt's face.

"Hey! Want this? Wanna suck my dick, bitch?"

Rather than commit verbally, Matt just nodded.

"Then ask for it, bitch!"

"Please, Sir! Please fuck my mouth. Cum in my mouth! Rape, it Sir. PLEASE!"

"[asshole]"

[I can't believe I'm sucking off this asshole, much less asking him for it. He's lucky Alex is his friend; otherwise I'd be pounding the crap out of the little douche."]

The guy held Matt's head and started to pump carelessly, trying to get as much of his cock in Matt's throat as possible.

The new guy's muscles were tensing up and his pace quickened. With three fast thrusts he shot down Matt's throat.

While pulling out and wiping his cock on Matt's face, he shouted, "Alex! C'mon, man. I want to get there before it's too crowded to find a place at the bar."

As he turned away he patted Matt's face. As a way of thanking him? Whatever, it felt like a condescending gesture and made Matt's face start to burn. He actually preferred being yelled at than treated like a puppy who performed well.

But of course no one cared what he wanted. Matt was hustled off to the bedroom where he was tied spread-eagle on a cot, gagged and left alone in the quiet, dark room with nothing but his thoughts. Thoughts about why he put up with this abuse in this corner of his life when he wouldn't in any other area. How had feelings and attitudes that he hated turned erotic? When had someone who had always been the aggressor -- and still was in most instances -- become this pussy? He loathed people who acted the way he had been acting. But whenever he thought of these humiliations, of Alex's sneer, of the degrading acts and words - he got a hot sensation in his stomach that pulled him towards acting out.

It was a restless night but eventually he fell asleep and did not hear Alex come home. Matt didn't wake until 7:30 and knew he would have to stay quiet until Alex, after his late night, decided to get out of bed. He hoped Alex was an early riser because his muscles were already cramped from being chained in an uncomfortable position all night. It was a long three hours until Alex finally stirred, sat up on the side of the bed, and shuffled off to the bathroom without a glance at the man bound to the cot. After a long, loud piss he came back into the bedroom and pulled on a pair of pants that had sat crumpled on the floor.

"Time to make the breakfast, man. Don't take too long; I'm fucking hungry."

He undid the cuffs around Matt's wrists and ankles, allowing the older man to sit up and try to rub the circulation back into his limbs. Matt headed for the door when something hit him in the back of the head.

"And put these on. I'm tired of having to look at your dick."

Matt retrieved the wadded-up cloth from the floor and discovered it was a pair of panties. Pink, lacy, panties.

"That's okay, Alex. I'd actually rather be naked. I'm not into any of that drag stuff at all."

Matt wasn't prepared for the swift slap across his face that threw him off his bearings.

"You're too old to be this fucking stupid. No one here cares what you'd "rather" wear or "rather" do. No one asked your opinion and no one ever will. You knew your place in this house before you ever came out here. And your place is to shut up and do what you're fucking told. Now pull on your panties and go make my fucking breakfast!"

So that was the end of the discussion. Matt shoved his legs into the panties and pulled them up near his hips. They were of course too small so they really hugged his ass and penis, making the effect even more obscene and more ludicrous than Alex had hoped.

Frying the bacon. Scrambling the eggs. Buttering toast. Making coffee. Acting like a goddamn diner waitress. Matt was completely uncomfortable with this role. He would almost rather experience pain than this kind of humiliation.

"Sir? Breakfast is ready."

Alex made his way into the kitchen and, as he passed Matt, slapped his ass hard and muttered, "Good girl."

Matt stood by awkwardly as Alex started to eat. Eventually, without looking over at Matt, Alex, scraped some eggs onto his saucer and placed it on the floor. Snapping his fingers he pointed down at the food so that Matt would know to get down on his hands and knees for his own breakfast.

Lapping it up like a dog, Matt felt he had sunk lower than he had ever expected to go. So why did he have an erection? Why was this weekend so powerfully erotic for him?

"What time is your plane?"

"2:26, Sir"

"I guess we better get you going. Takes a while to get to the airport. And I've got something for you before you leave. Something to remember me by. Come on, boy. Follow me."

Matt had no idea what he would be given to "remember Alex by" and he was both excited about the possibilities and apprehensive. Probably more apprehensive; Alex hadn't shown himself to be a romantic or a sentimentalist so far. And truth be told, Matt was going to remember this weekend -- in detail -- for a long time to come.

There was an enclosed back porch, sort of like a mud room, just off the kitchen and this is where Alex stopped, grabbed Matt by his balls and pulled him to a standing position. He put Matt in leather cuffs that were attached to chains running through hooks in the ceiling so they could be tightened, pulling Matt's arms straight up, above his head. He couldn't help but wonder how many men had been in this exact same position. Again his penis started to harden.

"You've been a good little bitch this weekend. Tight cunt. Kind of quick to obey (that part needs a little work). Look pretty in your panties. I'd consider letting you come back when I needed some service." Alex spoke very softly as he ran his hands over Matt's torso, pinching his nipples, squeezing his ass, pulling down on his balls.

"Yeah, you turned out okay. I wasn't so sure when we hooked up online and then on the phone. I knew you wanted it. Wanted a real man to take over and put you in your place. But as much as you wanted it I could tell you were also resisting it. Having a hard time giving up that male ego, that idea that you should be an alpha dog."

"Sir..."

"Shut the fuck up. I'm talking."

"That's why you're in the panties. (which you'll be wearing to the airport by the way) I want you to see yourself as inferior to me. Less than a man. My little pantied bitch. Is that what you are, mattie?"

"I, uh..."

Matt found himself unable to respond. His head was spinning, he was confused and feeling too many emotions at once. But he was sensible enough to realize he was still hard. Harder.

"So here's what I'm going to give you as a nice reminder of the weekend and of who you really are. I'm going to take away all that hair that looks so stupid next to your panties."

Suddenly Matt lost all the confusion and mixed emotions he'd been feeling."

"No, Alex. Sorry, that's not gonna' happen. I'll agree to a lot of shit but I'm not getting shaved. Too many..."

Alex had shoved a ball gag in Matt's mouth and was calmly securing it in the back.

"When are you gonna' learn that I TELL you what we're going to do, I don't ASK you."

Now Matt was really angry and tried shouting through the ball gag, which only made Alex laugh. When he heard the electric buzz start up Matt started yanking the chains and twisting his body.

Calmly, Alex said, "You can flop around like a crazy little bitch if you want. But you should remember that I've got blades right next to your dick. If something gets cut off it's your fault."

Shit. Shit. SHIT.

Mat felt the razor rumbling through his thick, dark pubic hair and felt the hair falling on his legs. The electric razor made so many passes through his bush. And then up the middle of his stomach, around his nipples, up his armpits. As much as he tried to stop himself, Matt started crying as his hair was taken away. He hadn't cried during any of the paddlings but now tears were flowing.

The razor part was finished and Alex spread the shaving cream pretty much everywhere and started in with the hand razor. Matt could see part of his chest and looked so soft and pale and naked. He remembered as an adolescent when the first hairs came in, how excited he was, pulling down his pajama bottoms to see the sparse hairs around his cock, how proud he was of his armpit hair that he started wearing tank tops. Body hair meant adulthood. It meant manhood. And now he was regressing; back to feeling like an 11 year old. His penis was no longer hard.

Matt hadn't realized how much his self image was tied up in his abundant body hair. Would he be able to go to the gym like this? How would he explain if guys noticed his smooth chest in open-necked shirts? Would he be able to have sex with anyone?

He felt Alex's hands spreading his cheeks and stripping away the hair around his hole. Just for fun, Alex slipped a finger moist with shaving cream up there, just to remind Matt he could do that whenever he felt like it.

Alex was enjoying this total mastery. This body really was his to do with whatever he wanted. Matt had shown a little resistance at the start of the shaving process but soon gave in and stood quietly. Alex had such a sweet feeling of power as he looked at his new little toy.

By now Matt was quiet, standing patiently with his head bowed, waiting for Alex to finish. He did n't say much or move much as Alex removed the ball gag and uncuffed his hands.

"Not much time, boy. Here's a broom and dust pan. Be quick about cleaning up all this hair."

"Yes Sir"

The rest of the visit was brief. In the bathroom Alex covered Matt's body in Nair hair remover to get rid of the stubble and sent him into the shower.

Matt didn't really need to pack as he had never really UNpacked. He was allowed back into his panties and the shirt and pants he had been wearing when he arrived.

Before he left Matt was allowed to kneel in the living room, take Alex's balls in his mouth and look up at his face while Alex said goodbye.

"This is how I want to remember you. On your knees, servicing your man's balls. You gonna be a good boy now? Treat men with the respect they deserve? Be the best cunt in New York?" Matt's nodding head gave the right answers.

"Okay, boy. Get out of here."

As Matt headed down to the street to get a cab, Alex grinned. He hoped Matt would forget about the metal cock ring that was locked around his dick until it set off airport security. They'd have to take him into the little room and take down his pants and discover the panties.

"Oh, man, that would be so fucking funny."