It's already daylight when Jeffrey wakes me up by wrapping his hands around my neck and spitting on my face. "You look so adorable wearing my spit," he says, almost affectionately. He kisses me and makes me drink more spit from his mouth. "Does morning mouth gross you out?" he asks me.
"Not if it's yours, Master." As you can see, I'm trying very hard to inspire him to take total control of me. And he does. "There's something I want to teach you before you get out of bed to make my coffee," he tells me, but doesn't say what. Slowly he tightens his hands around my neck until I have to struggle to breathe. "Relax, slave. Submit," he says as his piercing eyes meet my frightened ones. "It's good to see fear in your eyes, boy. Just a little longer now." It's like he's coaxing me to endure something unpleasant as his hands tighten until I can't breathe at all any longer. Softly he counts to five and then lets go completely and I gasp and start breathing heavily.
"Do you understand what I'm trying to teach you?" he asks.
I hesitate. "that you can do anything you want to me?"
"Close. Let me try again." His hands grip again and eventually have me gasping again once he's let go of me. "What am I teaching you, slaveboy?"
I get a burst of insight. "that . . . . that I'm only allowed to breathe when you allow it, that you control even that?"
He smiles and kisses me gently and uses his thumbs to wipe his spit from my face. "I love having an intelligent slave. Everything is so much more intense this way because you can grasp just how much I want to turn you into my personal faggot slave."
Is he just spinning fantasies now, or Is this what I'm truly meant to be? His slave? Dare I hope for this all the time? Would I be able to survive it or would I get tired of it? Should I think of transferring schools even though my parents will have a conniption?
"Calm yourself, slave. You're not the one who's going to plan your life out. It is your Masters."
"You and Matt, Master?"
"All Masters. You are a slave to every Master. Every Master will train you, turn you into what you need to become. You have no right to possess any single Master. The Masters possess you, for as long as they wish before turning you over to another. And when I bring you home Sunday night, remember that Craig is your Master as well, as long as someone who will contact you during the day, a Master on your campus I know and trust. You will never be free again, Mikey. Think about that. Let it sink into you, deep into you. Now offer me your neck again."
He holds out his hands and, goddammit, I actually move myself so I can stick my neck right into his hands. "Good boy," he says, but only strokes my neck before lightly slapping my face with both his hands. "Go into the bathroom and do your thing. Then draw yourself a nice warm bath and lie in it. It will be good for your hole, get it ready for me to use it again later. Off with you, boy. Go!"
He starts tickling me and that gets me up and out of the bed in a jiffy. "There's a fresh toothbrush in the drawer," he tells me as I'm heading inside.
I do my thing as he told me to do. It's weird the noises my asshole makes when I'm trying to push out whatever's still inside me. It feels so sleazy. Guess I have to get used to it.
It sure does feel good to be lying in this bathwater making suds with the soap that was there. Jeffrey comes in with a cup of coffee. "Want some coffee?" he asks me.
"Please, Master?"
"Open your mouth. You know what to do." Fuck, even here? I get my head ready, mouth open. He gives me coffee from his mouth, not from the cup. I should have realized this would happen. But then, after I get a few mouthfuls, something happens that I most certainly did not expect. He stands over the tub and pisses on me right into the bathwater. Holy shit! or Holy piss!
"There. That's a better bath for a faggot like you. Bathed in a Master's piss. Stay in there until I get back." With that, he leaves me there, giving me the time he knows I'll need to process what just happened to me and to realize that as his slave I'm a lot lower than I ever thought I could be. What the fuck do I do? Should I continue to wash myself with the soap and the piss? Some feeling is racing through me that I can't really identify. It's almost like being stoned except it's making me feel more humiliated than I've ever been in my life.
He's naked when he comes in again. He steps right into the shower and turns on the shower. He just keeps stepping around me as he washes himself and lets the dirty soapy water fall on me from his body. "Open the drain," he orders. Soon all the water is down the drain and he's finished washing himself. He steps out of the shower and begins to dry himself. I'm still down on the ground and now I'm shivering , still wet and soapy and probably still have piss on me as well.
"Stand up, baby," he says. When I do, he tosses me his damp towel. I guess that's all I'm getting. I start drying myself. "Strip the bed. Bring the sheets and towel downstairs to the laundry. You can stay naked. Anyone who sees you knows what you are. Rinse the sheets from what oozed from your pussy last night, then start the wash. Once it's going, come back up to the kitchen." And just like that, I've become his houseboy. His damp houseboy, cleaning up the sleazy from my PUSSY????? Shit.
I'm very aware that I'm naked, especially as I make my way down to the laundry room. I figure out what has to be done with the small part of my brain that is just making me obey everything he tells me to without trying to decide whether I like it or not. That shit shouldn't matter, I guess. I wish I could just tell myself to stop thinking.
A couple guys come in with their laundry. They look me up and down. "Jeffrey's," one of them says to the other. "The faggot from Dunstun he's trying out."
When I get to the kitchen he's standing at the stove cooking bacon and eggs and some kind of porridge. At least that's what I think it is.
He empties the pot into a stainless steel bowl and sets it aside. "This has to cool down before you can eat it," he tells me. He fixes his own bacon and egg breakfast and sits at the table and starts eating. "Get down, slaveboy. Nibble my toes while I'm eating. But first, get me a glass of orange juice."
I like the way he wiggles his toes while I'm trying to lick them. It drives the point home that I'm a fucking footlicker and toesucker in addition to anything else he wants me to be. And after this is over, there's something in a bowl that he wants me to eat. It doesn't take a lot to realize I'll be eating doggy style—that is, on the ground with my face in that fucking bowl. I hope it tastes okay at least.
Sure enough, once he's finished with his breakfast he pushes me away gently with one of his feet then gets up from the table, gets the bowl and puts it on the floor. "Okay, boy. Eat," he says, gesturing to the bowl. To make matters even worse, he just sits there at the table watching me eating my very first meal from a bowl on the floor like a fucking puppy dog. So there I am, making a fucking mess of things. To make matters worse, he says, "Hmmm. Maybe I can get Craig to make sure you eat your breakfast this way in the dorm room instead of at the cafeteria."
Involuntarily I slap my hand down on the floor as a gesture of protest but then immediately regret doing it. Am I allowed to beg him not to do that?
"Stop eating for a second, Mikey." I do so but keep my face down because I've got this stuff all over my cheeks. "You have a safeword for a reason. That's the way you indicate you're having some difficulty with what your Master is trying to get you to do. Slaveboys do not slap floors when they're reactivated. Slaveboys who slap floor get those hands punished. I have a special strap just made for thrashing a boy's hands. I'll let it go this time, but don't ever pull something like that again. Not with me or with any other Master. Not ever, boy. Now get your face back in your bowl. Finish your breakfast. All of it."
Goddamn, that was more humiliating than a beating would have been. Jeffrey knows exactly what he's doing to me, how his words are stripping me of any pretense that I'm just an ordinary guy. And I'm perfectly willing to go along with it. I've never been so excited in my entire life as I've been since he woke me up this morning. I swear I can still smell traces of piss on my body.
"Make sure you lick the bowl clean. You can use your hands to do this. Then use your hands to clean your face and lick them clean. That's the way slaves like you have breakfast in my house."
Man, oh man, oh man, I'm fucking exhausted by all this. I'm like some child he's training how to behave. That's what he's making me feel like. And he directs every single motion I make, step by step. It's really true: I have nothing to do but to obey him.
I remain bent over after I licked my hands clean. I'm fucking sticky all over. Jeffrey gets up and runs the water. "Kneel up, Mikey." He takes a wet cloth and cleans my face and my hands and goddammit, I feel like I'm five years old. Once he's finished he tosses the wash cloth into the sink and sits down again. "Come here, pup. Suck my cock for a while so you can relax."
He's not hard, but his soft cock is a work of art in itself. I get to feel it harden in my mouth as he moans, "that's my good slaveboy." I pour all my love, appreciation, and devotion onto his cock as I work harder than I ever have before to give this awesome Master the most pleasure I can possibly give it.
"That's right, baby," he says to me as I pleasure his cock and taste his precum. "You've been learning your lessons real good. I like training you, boy. I like teaching you how to be a good slave and how to think. I like subjugating you the way you've always needed to be. And I know you're having yourself a real good time learning what it's like to be a real slaveboy. A real good time. Because this is what you were born to be. A slave to men. Real men."
Oh my!
Gently he moves me off his dick and tells me to look into his eyes. "My buddy Matt likes to sleep in. He also likes to get wakened up with a blow job. So why don't you be a good boy and go crawl on in there. Get right up on the bed and make your way up between his legs. Get his cock right in your mouth then do what you need to do so he can wake up with you pleasuring him. Off you go, how, boy. Go!"
Fucking crawling. But I still have those pads on. I forgot all about them. They feel natural—just like the cage is becoming, drat!!!!! So anyway I head to Matt's room which is a fucking pigsty, Dirty clothes all over the place. Huge bed with silk sheets (!!!!!). There's just a loose sheet over him, I get underneath it and carefully glide my way up between his legs to his huge balls which I start licking.
He moans and moves around a bit. "I feel a fucking queer's tongue on my nuts. Wanna feel its mouth on my rod, faggot!" And so I get up over him. He whips the sheet off and starts toying with my hair and working my mouth up and down on him like a fleshlight. "Just the way I like to wake up, with fag-mouth servicing my dick. Go to it, faggot. Let me hear you gag a couple times too! show me you're hungry for me."
His voice is so fucking sexy when he's just waking up. He mostly just moans, utters things like suck me faggot, go faggot, take it, lick the dick. I'm not surprised as he begins slapping me around in addition to working my mouth over his cock. Let's face it: I could get tired of all Jeffrey's gentleness. It's good to get knocked around a bit too. Especially by this hunk with the foul mouth.
"Saved my laundry for you, faggot. Take care of it after I cum down your throat." The closer he gets to cumming the more he hits me wherever he can reach, and I suck like crazy and soon swallow everything he has to give me. He's saltier than Jeffrey and he cums a lot more too. I almost gag on it after a couple swallows. It fucking never stops shooting out of his dick.
Almost as soon as he finishes cumming, he's up and out of the bed. "too fucking bad he won't let me piss in your mouth, faggot. Gotta get inside a sec. Gather up my clothes and bring them downstairs. I'm sure Jeffrey's got you doing his laundry too. Good way for a fag like you to spend the day." With that he heads inside. I end up with a huge pile of stinky underwear and socks and t-shirts in my arms. Have a little trouble walking downstairs with it all. Jeffery comes up behind me. "Just toss everything down the stairs, Mikey. then you can regroup when you get down there so you don't fucking break your neck falling down the stairs." With that he lands a real hard slap on my ass and I start downstairs right away.
And I spend most of Saturday morning doing what most houseboy slaves do for their Masters. Pervert that I am, I can't help but think that I haven't had a chance to swallow down Jeffrey's cum. He fucked me last night and made me stop sucking his dick this morning so I could go take care of Matt. Then I remember that he told me I'd be swallow a lot more than cum before this weekend is over. Still having trouble with the idea. He knows that, but I don't think it's gonna cause him to change his mind. I'll be drinking his piss. He's just giving me more time to get used to the idea so I don't safeword it when he finally decides to start training me to become his urinal. I know it. fuck.
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