Chapter 54
After lunch on Friday, Bobby drives me to Jeff's condo and comes in with me so he can say hello to his friend. I've never met Jeff before so I have no idea what to expect. As it turns out, Jeff is a family friend and is about the same age as Bobby's father, in his early 50's.
Bobby didn't tell me anything about him at all, so when we get there I'm a bit surprised to find out he's a silver Daddy. As we're getting out of the car Bobby tells me he wants me to strip as soon as I get in the door and to keep my eyes lowered.
"Jeff is not the kind of stud you usually drool over. You've better not show any trace of surprise or disappointment on your face or you'll have a difficult and painful evening when we get back home. Jeff is a quiet sort of guy and doesn't get into the gay scene much, so this will be a novelty for him. In fact, I had to convince him to take a chance at using you. He's not the sort of guy who you find prowling around the Inferno. Be ready for anything and don't resist anything he might want to do. That's why I'm coming in. I want to make sure he's comfortable and I want to make sure you are perfectly submissive and compliant. Watch your behavior very carefully."
All the sweet affection Bobby coddled me with last night has been replaced by his stern Master role. I'm not surprised, and, of course, as a result every word he speaks puts me a bit deeper into sub space.
That's fine. I'll be working for an older man and I'm pretty sure he's going to make use of my body after I clean his place. That's fine. It's been a long time since I've been forced to service men whom I don't find attractive. In such situations I concentrate on the cock rather than the man, just as I did when Tyler was sending me around the Inferno sucking the dicks of old men just to humble me.
Bobby comes in with me so he can say hello to Jeff. As I'm stripping myself naked, Bobby and Jeff are having a friendly conversation about family matters. Bobby obviously looks up to Jeff and has great respect for him. Because of this, he seems a bit uncomfortable once I'm naked, but not nearly as uncomfortable as me.
This is the first time a family friend has ever seen Bobby "in action" as the Master of a gay slaveboy. As it turns out, Jeff isn't active in the gay scene much. As soon as I'm naked he can't keep his eyes off me. I'm sure he would drool if he could. In fact, he says something to that effect to Bobby. "Wow. I have to say I'm a bit overwhelmed. I haven't seen a naked 18-year old in a good long time."
"He's 19," says Bobby. "Remember that he's a slave. He's here to work as your houseboy for the afternoon. Take any liberties with him you wish, or nothing at all. If his nakedness makes you uncomfortable, just tell him to put his shorts back on. He's here for you, Jeff. He'll do what you tell him to do. It might be difficult at first, but as time goes on I'm sure you'll become more and more comfortable. Take a good look. Enjoy what you're seeing. Don't be afraid to put your hands on him. Go ahead. Feel the boy's ass if you want, hold his balls in your hand. Probe his body and stick your fingers in his mouth if you want, like this." Bobby shoves four fingers down my throat and I open as best I can. My throat is still sore after having to accommodate Red's thick cock last night. Jeff is clearly overwhelmed.
I present myself before Bobby when he orders me to. I stand straight, eyes lowered, my hands behind my head. My flesh trembles when Jeff first touches me on my cheeks, both hands, and them moves to my lips, feeling them but not trying to pull them apart. I keep my eyes as unfocused as possible so I can enjoy the sensations without having to focus on the man doing this to me.
I'd learned how to do this right from the first couple of times I let some touch me. I liked to close my eyes if I could, but some guys didn't like that and wanted my eyes open. If I could have, I would have jumped right to a guy's eyes, but sometimes their eyes were too shy and diverted from me. And okay, sure, they paid me even if they didn't turn me on. After all, I was mostly on my own those days. Dad was never even in this country, and Mom was getting sick.
I really liked to read so I used to go to the library a lot on weekends and pick out a bunch of books for the week, as many as I could carry. The librarians had gotten to know me. One of them gave me a shopping bag so I could carry them all home.
Anyway, one day I was there and had to go pee. When I was peeing in the small bathroom, the door open and some guy came in. He looked pretty big to me, and old but not too old, and he started washing his hands in the sink right next to the urinal, and I could tell he was staring at my little dick. Finally, I shook it and put it away.
He told me he didn't live far and promised me twenty dollars if I would go with him and let him look at me with my clothes off. That was a lot of money.
Anyway, back to Master's old friend Jeff inspecting me because Master brought me over to clean his place and serve him however he wants, and I'm standing there, hands at my sides and he's touching me with both hands, now on my shoulders and then they run over my nipples, then encircle them and I inhale loudly. "The slave's nipples are very sensitive and also quite sore after yesterday. Just a little touch will reawaken the pain."
Dammit, he actually pulls on them with his fingers. ZOWEEEEE! He chuckles and I sense he is starting to get into this. He's touching me a lot harder now as he runs his hands down my stomach and then down to my groin. He holds the cage in one hand and tells Bobby, "I've never seen anything like this before. What's it called, Bobby?"
"A chastity device or sometimes just a cage. This slave never gets to have access to its cock. No erections, masturbation, very few orgasms—only when I decide to allow one. A lot of subs and slaves are caged these days. It's gotten popular recently."
"I can well understand. Its power as a symbol is tremendous. Just to think that you have this much power over your slave. That you will use its body in any number of ways for your own pleasure and to bring you to orgasm when you want it to, yet during all that time the slave is denied any of that pleasure for itself."
"True, Jeff, but there's something else to consider. First of all, the slave does get some pleasurable feelings in its dick, I've been told, but obviously to reach fulfillment. But also, the slave gets off on the idea—the exact idea you just mentioned. For a true masochist or submissive, that's a hot trip. In fact, some guys who are single and have submissive feelings actually cage themselves. I guess it attracts the type of guys who like to see them that way—and this then has obvious implications for what those men are going to do to them, how they're going to treat them."
"Did this slave ever do this before becoming a slave?"
"To tell you the truth, Jeff, I don't know for sure. We've never discussed it. Yet. But I wouldn't be surprised if he did."
Actually, I didn't. I won't say much about it because I was really young, but there was this man who got me to try it and wear it for several days. It was very hard but I was mentally turned on even back then to realize that there was a man who has this much power over me right now. But then he started asking for too much, so I told him to get lost. But I never did it to myself. And now? Well, it's hot in some ways and awful in others. I do find that my drive to serve cock with my mouth really goes through the roof. I wasn't feeling that when this Jeff guy was feeling me up.
Every once in a while, he took one of his hands and put it over his pants. He must have been getting hard doing this to me. I've never been inspected this way by an older man who is clearly having a hard time restraining his lust. The old guys in the club touched me roughly buandt right away want me on my knees. I'm glad Bobby never watched me do that the way Tyler did.
When he starts on my back and ass, of course he sees the marks and hears me groan when he touches one that's still pretty sore. "Bobby," says Jeff, "I've never seen anything like this. There are marks on the boy's body. They look like they've been made by some kind of stick or cane." "Exactly," Bobby says. "After dinner last night Red and I switched slaves for a couple hours, and we worked over each other's boy. Just remember that slaves like this one actually enjoy being treated this way. You've heard of masochism, right?"
"Sure, Bobby, but I never realized it could be this extreme."
"Hey, dude, this is nothing. And I assure you, the boys enjoyed it as much as we enjoyed working them over. That's the way it is. Tell him, boy, tell him you got what you deserved and you enjoyed being treated the way you were treated last night."
I kept my eyes lowered. This is really humiliating, being inspected by an older man who's never had any bdsm experience. I hope Bobby knows that he's doing. "Yes, Sir, I lid everything that happened last night. And I'm going to enjoy obeying you today, Sir. Whatever you want."
"He means that, Jeff. Whatever you want." Bobby emphasizes the word "whatever." Jeff laughs a nervous laugh. "So this slave is pretty marked up from the experience. Don't let that hold you back if you feel you need to try using a strap on him or even taking him over your lap for a good spanking. And by all means, if you want him to suck your cock just order him to. Or fuck him if you feel like it. Just use a condom."
"I'm not so sure about that," says Jeff, "but I must admit I'm getting used to seeing the . . um . . slave naked already and it's going to be hot as hell watching it work around here in the buff like that. I hope I don't walk around with a hardon all afternoon."
"Then why not have the slave suck you off right now? Don't forget, this slave is here as a gift to you from me. It is here to serve you, whatever that may mean. The slave will clean your place and it will clean your pipes if you want. And I'm not kidding: don't be afraid to beat him if you want."
"Well actually," says Jeff. "I'm gonna show the . . um . . boy what to do and I'll be out on errands for some of the time, but if he doesn't get everything done the way I want, I'll be sure to make an "intervention," he says as he looks me over.
"We both worked the boys over quite a bit as our way of showing our appreciation for all the work they did during the dinner, and I'm not being sarcastic. Same thing for you, buddy. Once the work's been done don't hesitate to show your gratitude the same way. It's something Red does all the time—after his slave's completed its chores it gets a bit of a whipping."
"Why is that?" asks Jeff.
"Red says that it is only natural for someone to expect to be thanked after doing good work. Red feels that slave should have that expectation beaten out of them. I'm not sure if I agree with it completely, but in a way it does make sense. I really don't like when someone feels an obligation to express gratitude to one of these slaves for their service.
"When I order the slave to service a man's cock, I feel that I should get the thanks after it's over, not the slave. After all, the slave had no say in what was happening. I'm the one who made it possible for a guy to be serviced. So I get the thanks. Meanwhile the slave just gets reminded that it's a slave and deserves no credit for serving."
"Wow. That's pretty intense, Bobby."
"That's the way the roleplay works, Jeff. But don't force yourself to act any certain way. Whatever you're comfortable with. And don't forget, if you want the kid to put his clothes back on, just tell him. He'll do what you tell him to do. If not, he'll have to answer to me, and I'm not shy at all about beating the daylights out of it if it deserves it.
Just remember that he's my slave because he needs to be a slave. And the boy's crazy about me. Watch this." He turns to me. "Open your mouth wide, faggot." I obey. Bobby walks up to me and spits into my mouth and then slaps my face. "thank you, Master," I say. "See what I mean," says Bobby. "Believe me, it does the boy good and also feeds its constant desire for exactly that type of treatment, otherwise it wouldn't have asked to become a slave. Never forget that all of this is completely consensual. And if you decide to beat the boy while he's here, that too is consensual. Right, faggot?" He looks at me.
I keep my eyes low and say "Yes, Master. That's what boys like me need." "See what I mean?" he asks Jeff. "So anyway I'll get going. Tell the slave what you want done and how you want it done and I'm sure its work will meet with your approval. Just don't give any praise or thanks. A couple good lashes are all the slave needs and expects."
"And then I'll be able to fuck its ass?" asks Jeff. I note that Jeff has made the switch to referring to me as "it." A sure sign that he's adjusting a lot more easily than I thought he would.
"Sure, but with a condom. The only one who fucks this slave bareback is its Master. Oh, and I had it clean itself out before coming over so you should just be able to slip right in without worrying about getting soiled."
Bobby and Jeff bump fists and Bobby leaves me alone with the guy. I stand there, hands behind my back now, awaiting instructions. He leads me into the bedroom, which is quite a mess. "Pick up the dirty clothes and put them into the wash. There's a washer and dryer in the closet in the kitchen. Strip the bed, wash the sheets and everything in the laundry basket, clean the bathroom and the kitchen—which is really a mess. Scrub the floor and make it shine. Vacuum and dust. Get this place looking good again, um, slave."
"yes, Sir," I say. As I bend over to pull the sheets off the bed—which I can tell are crusty from you-know-what. As I bend over to pull the sheet off the bed, Jeff comes up behind me and runs his fingers down my crack. I bend over further to give him easier access and feel violated as he toys with my hole and sticks his finger in a little bit.
"You like that, slut?" he asks me.
"yes, Sir. Thank you for probing this slave's hole, Sir."
"I'm going to watch for a bit," he says. As I check out the things that need to be done, I decide to get a load of laundry going, and then . . . .
Jeff stays away for most of the afternoon. I'm not surprised. By the time he gets back from his errands, I'm just about done. The last thing I need to do is wash the kitchen floor and I deliberately wait until Jeff is here so he can see me washing the floor on my hands and knees. I time it just right. When he walks in, there I am, my ass turned up in his direction. He audibly gasps. Mission accomplished. I've decided I'm going to do whatever I can to turn this guy on.
It works. "Why don't you stop doing that and come inside," he says while rubbing his hardon. "I've got something here I need you to take care of." He walks into the bedroom, takes off his pants and sits on the side of the bed stroking his dick. "Come here, slaveboy. Show me what you can do with my rod."
I go to him and fall to my knees as he spreads his legs. I start at his knees and gently massage his things, enjoying the sighs and moans he makes. My hands get to his groin. I take his sac in one hand, looking to him for approval, which he gives with quick short nods of his head. I can already see that his eyes are rolling back into his head. Right on target. His cock is about 5 inches and there's moisture in its tip which I greedily lick with my tongue and then encircle the head of his dick and he cries out, "Oh Damn, you're good at this!"
Slowly I go down on him until I have all of him in my mouth and work his shaft with my tongue. It doesn't take long before he cries out and cums into my mouth. Not much cum, but I'm certainly not going to judge. Quickly, he pushes me back. Probably too sensitive.
"That was the hottest thing that's ever happened to me," he says, and starts to thank me but catches himself before he gets the words out. "Now I need some time to myself. Why don't you go inside and finish up washing the floor like a good houseboy?"
"Whatever you want, Sir," I say as I turn around and crawl back to the kitchen. I don't know whether or not it registered in his mind that I was crawling. I think not only did I blow his dick but I blew his mind as well.
He leaves me alone while I keep washing the floor. Now this is an example of how sick I am: I really get off on doing this. The action and the total humiliation. I once saw a porn click there a slave was doing this just like me. That picture turned me on like crazy. So now I can picture myself down here naked doing this for the man I just gave a blow job to. Hot fuck!
Once I get the floor done and Jeff approves, I get up and take all the clothes out of the dryer and start to fold them on the kitchen table. I'm still doing that when Bobby comes back to pick me up. He ignores me and goes right to Jeff. Jeff wants him to speak for a bit in his office. I'm just in the bedroom putting the clothes away when they come out of the office laughing. They come into the bedroom as I'm finishing up.
"Let me have the slave for a bit," says Bobby. "I have to piss."
He takes me into the bathroom. I get on my knees and get my mouth on his cock and sure enough, the piss begins to flow and I can tell there's a lot. I just close my eyes and try to gulp without tasting. Bobby puts his hand on my throat to feel me gulping and I fucking love that. It makes all the unpleasantness about this worthwhile.
He finishes with tiny splurts. "Suck everything out of it, faggot," he tells me in a cheerful voice because that feels good to him, especially when I lick his slit clean like I've been trained to do.
I put his dick away and he helps me stand up, then flushes the toilet and gives me a hug without saying a word. He opens the door and I follow him out. Jeff is looking at us with a funny look on his face. "Did you piss in his mouth?" Jeff asks. "Yes," replies Bobby. "Just enough to let him know he's my slave." There's obviously great irony in that reply.
"So anyway, let me get the slave home so it can brush its teeth," Bobby quips.
"Bobby, I've got a fresh toothbrush here, he can . . .
Bobby cuts him off. "Nah, I'd rather wait a while so the slave has some time to get used to the taste."
Jeff chuckles. "On that note, I'm kicking you guys out, dude."
On our way out Bobby says, "Happy holidays if I don't get to see you before then."
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Here are the other stories I have posted, with the dates where you can find them:
The first five should be read in order:
The Alex Chronicles 9/25/2022 Sweet Subjugation 1/15/2023 Brandon's Bosses 4/3/2023 Brandon's Brothers 5/19/2023 Total Subjugation 5/25/2023
These stories are stand-alone
Tommy Loves His Sub 8/17/2023 Training Toby 12/31/2023 Breaking Me In (in progress)