Tales of a Dedicated Jack of Spades - Part 5
Watson (#36085):
My head was spinning when I arrived home from my visit to the new gym. I couldn't get Jed out of my mind. His heat and strength. His personal musk that caused my nostrils to flare. The brutality of his beating. My dick was throbbing like it never had before. It had been hard all day and I was warned not to allow myself to cum.
Jed had gone through the rest of my interview rather quickly, outlining the basic rules, costs, etc. After an hour or so I was told to get dressed again and leave. If they were interested in training me, I would receive an email from Jed that evening before 7pm. If I did not hear from them, then I was to return to my old gym where his nephew would keep an eye on my progress.
Then without another word, he left the room. A moment later young Phillip entered carrying the clothes I wore earlier in the day to the new gym for my interview.
"Alpha Jed wants me to tell you to use his shower to clean up before you go home." Phillip informs me pointing to a door leading off from the main office.
"Uh, thank you, Phillip, isn't it?"
"Yes." He nodded, leading me in to a beautiful dark panelled room off the main office...with an open rainfall shower, wooden benches, bamboo massage table, and personal sauna. Phillip set my clothes and other personal belongings on one of the benches.
"Alpha Jed also said that I was to help you in any way you wished." Phillip announced as he peeled off his pink jock strap and stepped under the shower head, turning on the water and getting it to temperature.
Tentatively I stepped under the beautifully warm water and Phillip, from somewhere, produced a loofah sponge and started exfoliating my body with the most beautiful scented soap...lavender, I think. He was strong in the right places, scrubbing away my tension, and tender in other places like my bruised and battered butt check. My hard dripping cock never phased him and he was very careful to not bring me any pleasure as he knew that was not allowed.
And I worked hard to remember that this was a pink-jock strapped youth which means strictly hands off. I didn't even dare to talk to the lad in case that was against the rules as well.
After a glorious scrub down, Phillip stepped out from under the shower head and then turned the warm water to icy cold. It felt like ice pellets dancing off my skin.
"Hey!" I yelled as I started to jump out from under the icy spray.
But just then Jed barged in to the room and ordered..."Stay where you are. Don't move an inch."
So I froze in my spot, literally, with the temperature of the shower growing colder, if that was even possible. I watched as Phillip scurried over to Jed's side and kneeled before him and kissed both his feet. Then he stood up and was enveloped by one of his Alpha's huge arms, draped over his shoulders. And in an instant our little twink` s cock grew hard as a nail...or perhaps a spike is a better description, as it wasn't small by any definition of the word.
But neither Phillip nor Jed paid any attention to the young man's state of arousal. It was like it was non-existent. Then I remembered Jed's telling me that until he turned at least 18, Phillip, in or out of his pink jock-strap, was untouchable by anyone.
"You did well Phillip. Now get dressed and go work the front desk." Jed quietly told the boy.
"Yes Sir." He answered as he quickly donned his little uniform and ran from the room.
Meanwhile my whole body was shivering so much my teeth were chattering. Finally Jed turned off the water and I just stood there shaking.
"You see boy, I wanted to make clear to you both sides of the choice you may be asked to make later tonight. Joining us here at "The Gym" can be the best experience of your lifetime. You will become the best physical specimen that your DNA will allow. Your mind will be clear and you will be able to do your job with a clarity and preciseness that will astound your bosses, and lead to better and better career opportunities for you in the future. But most importantly, you will finally live up to that Jack Of Spades tattoo with which your former Superior marked you. But to reach these heights I am promising you boy, you will have to walk through the deserts of hell to earn and keep your place here."
"Yes Sir."
"It's not all about warm scrub downs by pretty virgin boys...it's also about cold, biting, relentless pain...do you understand that boy?"
"Yes Sir."
"Then get the fuck out of here. You will hear from me by 7:00 this evening with our decision." He stated as he pointed out yet another door in the corner of his office spa.
So I grabbed my clothes and all but ran through the door he pointed me towards. Only to find myself stepping directly out onto the main sidewalk in front of the gym. Everyone just stared at this naked chubby man grasping onto his clothes in the heat of the hot noon sun. And as the door closed behind me, I could distinctly hear Jed laughing his deep guttural laugh.
I had no choice but to get dressed as quickly as possible before the cops were called in on me. I apologized to everyone passing while I dressed and moved away from there as quickly as I could.
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7:00pm could not come fast enough. I was an emotional mess the whole time. My computer was opened and primed from 4:00pm on. I had no idea what my answer would be if I was offered the position at The Gym. I kept waffling back and forth. I knew my life would be changed forever, I'm sure for the better. But I was filled with fear. I remembered the commitment I made to my former Master and somehow I felt like saying no to this opportunity would be like spitting in the face of his memory. I did not take the commitment I made to him when he had me marked with my Jack Of Spades tattoo. I remember how I promised to dedicate my life to the betterment of the Black Race as the Superior Race, and I believed that with all my heart and soul. I felt guilty for hiding who I truly was trained to be after my Master died. Since this all surfaced again in that sauna two days ago, I have been feeling really bad...about my life and how I chose to live it after he was taken from my life.
At 7:00pm, exactly, the email notification bell on my computer sounded and I jumped a foot in the air as if I had been electrocuted. I sat at my desk and opened up the notice from Jed at The Gym. It read:
Candidate #36085,
After much debate and discussion, it has been decided that we will offer you a place as a trainee at our establishment, The Gym.
What this means to you is the following; at exactly 9:00pm this evening, your front doorbell will ring. If you choose to accept our offered position as a trainee at The Gym, then you should answer that door, with your head lowered, naked. If you do not answer the door in that fashion exactly then we will assume you did not have the commitment to the cause that your former Master thought you did.
You will be welcome to continue working out at the old gym where you were first sighted, but never again will you be offered a place as a trainee at The Gym. We would also strongly suggest, if you do not choose to answer the door tonight, that you have that Jack Of Spades tattoo on your chest either covered with a different design or at least have it blacked out, because that symbol, boy, you have not earned anymore.
If you do choose to answer the door when it rings at 9:00pm, then that will be the last decision you will make for yourself for the rest of your life. We will take control of your diet, your fitness, your body, mind and soul. It has been decided that you will be allowed to remain living in the house that your Master purchased. You will be allowed to continue working at your job as we wish you to be able to afford the fees to The Gym. All other decisions will be made for you by your Superiors.
Also know this boy...your acceptance to The Gym was not unanimous. In fact it was because I insisted on your being given a spot that you were awarded a placement. So it's my reputation on the line boy so don't come here thinking it's going to be easier for you just because you're a little older or whatever. I will work you harder than the others to bring to the surface that long dormant Jack Of Spades pride that I believe still lives inside of you. And I do not care how much painful training it takes, you fuck breath, I will bring that out in you if it it kills you to get it done.
So be sure when you answer that door tonight. Don't romanticize this decision in your pathetic little mind. And don't eroticism it in that pathetic little whit clit of yours. Do it because it means everything to you...because that is the only way you will survive.
If you answer that door boy, Mr. Watson is dead...and Candidate #36085 is born.
Alpha Jed
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I knew immediately that I would answer the door when the bell rang at 9:00pm. And it did. And I did. Naked, with my eyes lowered.
I was surprised that instead of Jed being at the door, as I expected, there was a very smartly dressed black woman standing at the door, with 2 naked whites women standing behind her in the lights of my front porch. For a moment I was worried about what my neighbours may be seeing, but I had no time to worry about that as I was pushed back out of the way so that this beautiful black woman could make her way in to my house. Neither of the white women, though, followed her through the door.
"Are you Candidate #36085?" She inquired.
"Yes, I am." And her hand snapped out and slapped me hard. It brought a quick tear to my eyes.
"Just because you're a white faggot slave doesn't mean you only answer to Superior Black Kings. You answer to Superior Black Queens as well. All of us are better then all of you. Do you understand that boy?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Good instincts. When you address a black woman she will always be addressed as Ma'am' or Mistress'.
"Yes Ma'am."
"Now where's your kitchen?"
I pointed it out to her and she motioned that the two naked women in my doorway should follow her. She didn't indicate that I should close the front door so I left it alone and followed her into the kitchen.
"Okay bitches, strip this room of all food stuffs. Put it in bags and dump it in the truck."
"Excuse me, Ma'am? All my food?"
"Your Trainers at The Gym will decide from this point forward what you are to eat and when and where. Those who continue to live and work offsite have their main workout and evening meal on location after their regular job. When you come home in the evening you will be supplied with your meals until the next time you are to report to The Gym. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Ma'am, thank you Ma'am.?
So I watched while the two women cleared everything out of my cupboards, refrigerator and freezer.
"Is there anywhere else in the house where food and drinks are stored?" Asked one of the white women, which surprised me.
"Answer her stupid, she knows the job she's got to get done here!" Said the Black Queen.
"Yes, Ma'am." And I turned to the white women who were quietly waiting.
"There is a Chest Freezer and Overflow Pantry downstairs in the room off the den." I said pointing to the door leading to the stairs. And they were gone as quick as that.
"Anything else boy"
"Well, there is just my liquor cabinet Ma'am." I pointed out the antique credenza in the corner of the living room.
She made her way over to it and swung back the doors.
"Sweet baby Jesus" she muttered when she saw the stocked shelves.
"You a drunk, boy?"
"No Ma'am, not in the least. I rarely even have a drink. I just like to be prepared to entertain properly. I am quite proud of my well stocked bar." I said with a smile in my voice.
"Well it's coming with us now boy."
Which took me aback.
"Uh, yes, of course Ma'am"
Then there was an awkward silence. I knew I should be doing something but I wasn't sure what to do. Then it came to me. What was I thinking?
"Excuse me Ma'am. May I offer you a seat and a refreshment while you are waiting for the women to finish their work?"
She smiled and then sat down in my big easy chair.
"I'm a scotch drinker."
"I have a 25 year old Johnny Walker Blue Ma'am. Will that suffice?"
"Three fingers. Neat."
"Yes, Ma'am."
I go to the credenza and pull down the unopened bottle, pour her three fingers in to my finest, crystal, old fashioned glass. I placed it on a silver tray and presented it to Mistress. Then I stood waiting as she sipped it gently.
I knew better then to expect any praise. But when she continued to sip the beverage I quietly backed away and replaced the silver tray to the bar area and then stood off to the side waiting for further orders.
After another few moments the two women from downstairs made their way up to the main floor, hauling 3 huge sacks of food each, from my freezer and pantry area.
"Load everything in the van and then come back inside." They were instructed to do.
After a moment the two naked women came back inside.
"Everything is loaded and ready Mistress."
"Okay, good. You two go out and stand by the van until I'm ready to go."
"Yes, Mistress." And both nude women went and stood behind the van in the middle of my driveway.
Mistress quietly enjoyed the rest of her drink and then passed me the empty glass.
"That was enjoyable boy."
"Would Mistress honour me by accepting the bottle?"
She just kind of smirked for a moment, before saying: "You're confused there boy...you're acting like you still own that bottle of Blue."
And of course, I didn't, when I answered the door bell at 9:00pm, everything that was mine, was not mine anymore.
"My apologies Ma'am."
"Not to worry boy. You'll catch on."
"Thank you Ma'am."
I walked with her to the front door and without worrying about my own nudity I followed her out to the van in the driveway.
As soon as they saw her coming, the two white women opened up the back door and helped her into the luxurious vehicle. Then they each got in the front seat of the van and started the engine.
"You wait right here boy and someone will be along to fill you in on what happens next."
"Yes, Ma'am, I'll just go back inside and..."
"I didn't say go back inside...I said you wait right here...understood?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
Then the van drove away, and I was left standing at the side of my driveway, stark naked, nervous, and with my dick getting harder by the minute.
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I don't think I have ever felt quite as naked as I did at that moment. My orders were clear. But I had no idea what or who was coming next. It was only a moment before my worst fears were begun...my neighbour from across the street was making his way toward me.
"Larry?"
"Hey Tom."
"Uh, what the hell is going on...naked broads running in and out of your house, a beautiful, sexy, black chick as well. And now you're standing here stark naked with your dick hard as a rock?"
"Yeah, well...it's a long story."
"Well lets go inside and you can tell me all about it. Hell buddy you have to invite me to the next party you have like that." He laughed as he moved toward the house.
"Well, actually Tom, I can't actually go inside right now."
"Why not?"
How the hell am I going to explain this to Tom, the straightest man in the world?
I took a moment and thought about the commitment I had just made to this movement, to my former Master, and before I knew it I was telling him the truth.
"Because the Black woman you saw drive out of here a few moments ago told me to stand here until someone else came along to give me my next set of orders."
"What the fuck are you talking about Larry?"
"I'm telling you that I am not allowed to go back into the house until another black person comes by and gives me permission to do so." My head was hanging lower and lower because I didn't want to look him in the eyes.
Thank heavens a car drove up, distracting us both, just before Tom said anything more.
It was a red Range Rover, newer model, tinted windows....and when the passenger door opened, young Phillip stepped out in his pink jock strap, and out of the driver's side there stepped a shorter, stockier, black man whose skin was very dark and facial features that were lean and angular. He wore a perfectly tailored deep grey suit that was cut to accentuate his strong v-shaped torso, narrow waist, and muscular legs. I took this all in immediately and my penis got even harder as he moved toward me.
I knew better then to meet his stare, but had no idea what he was waiting for me to do. I knew I had forgotten something important and in a few seconds Phillip quickly came and whispered in my ear, reminding me how he welcomed Jed earlier that day following our shower. I immediately corrected my mistake by getting on my knees in front of this glorious black man and kissed both his feet. Then waited for his further instructions.
"What the fuck is going on here?" Tom very loudly exclaimed.
Shit, I had forgotten about Tom.
"Tom...."I said jumping to my feet.
"Get back where you were boy!" Came the order from this new black god.
"You can tell him from there."
"Listen, Tom, it's best if you just go home."
"Fuck that noise man."
"Tell,him why you are naked kissing my feet boy." Came the order, again.
So I explained everything to Tom. About my former lover who was my Master. About my Jack Of Spades status. Of being recognized by my chest tattoo at the gym last week. About my being interviewed and accepted as a Candidate at The Gym. How they were taking over the running of my life. And finally, how I was devoting my life from now on to the movement of Black Supremacy.
Tom said nothing.
"Any other questions?" The new Master asked.
And he said nothing. Tom just walked silently across the street and back to his home.
"Shall we go inside?" Said the Master as he moved towards the front door.
I quickly got to my feet and as I glanced across the street I could see Tom staring at us as we made our way inside.
I can't remember another time that I enjoyed the sound of a closing door more.
"Okay boy, this is what's going to happen now. Phillip is going to your bedroom and he is emptying out your underwear and sock drawers because you won't be wearing those anymore."
"Go ahead Phillip."
"Yes, Sir." And off he went.
"You will call me Master Benjamin. I am one of the Executive Board members of The Club. I was not in favour of our extending you a place with us. You are too old, too fat, and it has been too long since you have served in any meaningful way. But after what I witnessed tonight I can begin to see what Jed has seen in you."
"Yes Master"
"Now get me a drink and get over here in front of me so I can instruct you on what's next for you boy."
"Yes Master...What would you like to drink Sir?"
"Vodka Martini, very dry."
"Yes Master."
I made the Martini and served it to him on my silver tray and then knelt in front of him and waited.
"Ummm, very good martini, boy."
"Thank you Master."
"Okay boy, here's what's next for you. You will go to work tomorrow as usual at your law office. Early in the day a young Associate from the Tax Law Division, Brian Johnson, will make an excuse to come to your office. Make sure he gets past your Admin. Assistant. He is young, about 24, tall, and a Beta Master at The Club. He will be your Overseer at your office. You will refer to him as Sir at all times, I don't care how that seems with the other Partners. In fact, from now on, any black man who works at your office you will refer to as Sir. Understood?"
"Yes, Master."
"Brian will be the person at your work who's word is the law you live by. When he enters your office and closes the door, you will greet him by kneeling before him and kissing his feet. You will always follow his orders, unquestioningly. He is one member of your Training Team. Is that understood?"
"Yes Master."
"Now come over here and suck my balls as I continue."
I almost lunged at this beautiful man and carefully lowered his zipper and pulled his big balls out of his boxers. Then I lovingly lowered my mouth and began to lathe his manly balls with wide swipes of my tongue.
"Can you service me and pay attention at the same time boy?"
"Yeth, Mathter," I mumbled with my mouth full.
"Okay boy. Let's continue...Jed will be the Head of your Training Team. He will take control of your physical development, your diet, etc. But he will also oversee your general development in service as well."
By this time Phillip had returned with my underwear and socks and he just stood quietly off to the side and watched.
Master had removed his balls from my mouth and replaced it with his cock. He took a strong hold of my head and began to slowly fuck my face.
"You will report to The Club directly following your work every day. You will be given a locker and you will go there and get out of your suit. Then you will report to the main gym where Jed will put you through your paces. Following your workout you will go to the cafeteria and have your dinner. Then you will be given your next day's food to take home with you. When you get home here you are to go directly to bed as you'll need your rest."
By now he was really fucking my face and his breathing was becoming uneven. I was trying to pay attention to the information he was giving me, but I also wanted to focus on opening up my throat for his pleasure.
"You will make yourself sexually available to any black man who shows interest in you in any way. You will perform any act they request, without delay. The only leeway you will have is if a higher ranking Master or Alpha is expecting your presence, then you can explain that to the man who wants to use you and he will step-down."
"You already know that the pink jock-strapped white lads are off limits to anything sexual as they are underage. But what you don't know is that there may be underage black boys present as well at The Gym. They will wear blue tank tops at all time but you must follow their orders, but still nothing sexual,until they are turned 18 as well."
By now he has started to deeply fuck my throat...long stroking me all the way out and then all the way back in again. His hands holding strongly to my head as he raised himself from his seat and fucked me harder and harder. On the out stroke I focused on the head of his cock and on the deep stroke I stretch my tongue to bathe his balls and open my throat.
"Fuck bitch, you're throat is fucking hugging my hard cock. It feels so good down there."
"Take it you cunt. Take that big cock."
I could feel it throbbing in my throat as it expanded. Then he shoved it deep and held it there as I felt the volleys of his load cumming down my throat."
Then his cock rested there, with his hands holding my head steady, as he caught his breath. His chest heaving as he gasped for breath. My throat muscles continued to milk the last bits of his cum.
Eventually, he pulled me off his cock and slapped my face with his turgid rod a couple of times.
"That, boy, is your first premium Black Gold Injection. As part of your training, Jed will inform you how many BGI's you need to have each week. It will be part of your overall training."
"Thank you, Master."
"Now, help Phillip out to the car with your underwear and socks, then get to bed because tomorrow is going to be a busy one for you boy."
"Yes, Master."
I grabbed some of the stuff from Phillip's arms and made my way out to the car with him. We put my clothes in the trunk of Master's car and then I waited for him there, totally naked with an underage boy in a pink jockstrap.
I glanced across the street and saw Tom peeking out through his front curtains. But this time my head wasn't hung in shame. This time my head was held high as I waited in the cool night air, for one of my new black Masters to emerge.
A few minutes later, Master came out and I got down on my knees before him and kissed both his feet.
"Stay there boy."
"Yes Master."
And after a moment I felt the warmth of his piss as it arced across my back. It made my skin shiver as it flowed over my body, marking me as his property. Once he was done he told me to lick off the last drops from his cock and then he got in the car and drove away, leaving me kneeling naked on my driveway, dripping in one of my new Masters piss.
When the car had gone, I got to my feet, looked directly across the street into Tom's watching eyes, and then proudly turned on my heel and walked back in to the house.
TO BE CONTINUED...