The room laughed at him. He didn't care, in fact he expected it. He had learned to expect everything he got and his cock hardened each time.
His slave name was simply boy. When he was naked and collared, on his knees focusing only on the sight and orders of his master, nothing else mattered.
"Ok boy just stay there" his master who others called Jimmy, stood over him drinking. He had been led into the bar and immediately told to get into position. His Master then led him to the back room.
A large black man at the door nodded. He could see him briefly but returned his look to the boots his Master wore. They entered the room to a few greetings to his Master. He heard the comments about his butt, his shaven head and his being a smooth shaven slaveboy. He dared not look in the directions of the comments.
It had taken him all summer but he, boy, learned to keep his eyes focused on his Master's boots when in public and stay at his feet.
"Boy up" his masters voice and the yank on the leash that was connected to his collar got his attention. He looked up and opened his mouth.His master poured the beer and it went into his mouth, all ove rhis face and splashed on his shoulders. Many laughed. He swallowed and thanked his Master.
The summer had started out like most. No school, no homework and no job. He answered a message he found on the internet and was surprised to see one of his former high school teachers at the door.
"Ah ha, Mr. Mumbles" the teacher had called him that in high school because of his constant habit of joking around and mumbling in class.
He toured the house and yard. The job was to keep it cleaned and cared for.
The first week the job was hard but he did his work and when his former teacher showed up to tell him to do things over, he did as he was told....each time he was on the kitchen floor scrubbing the teacher would stand over him.
He tried to hide the face his cock was hard. But he kept wearing the old gym shorts with nothing underneath.
Finally one day he felt the teacher's foot touching him. "I think it's time you expand your duties" he followed the man down into the basement.
It both scared and excited him. There was a smooth naked boy in a cage with a leather harness on his head. The teacher ignored the kid as he conducted a tour. "When we have a hot evening this place needs hosing down, toys sterilized and put away. You can leave whatever's in the cage alone, unless you have to take a leak that is"
The teacher pulled out his penis and began to piss through the bars on the naked kid. He was hard.
"Looks like you are interested in what you see" the teacher said and then turned "strip"
He didn't move. He thought the man had told him to strip.
"We're going to begin your training, strip now boy" the man emphasized the word boy and it excited him. He was soon standing there naked.
That was almost three months ago. After that day that turned into a weekend of training redefined his life. His skin soon bore the marks of the punishment he received when his house cleaning wasn't right.
His gut processed his new Master's sperm. His ass tightened each day after a night of use, as he did the required exercises.
"Fifty bucks" he heard his Master say. He knew what the night was going to be. His teacher often rented him to others and he of course obeyed.
The leash yanked and he was led to another room. He would soon feel the latex covered cock that opened him pumped till the owner was satisfied.
He felt the Master's hand patting his constanly shaven head afterwards. He had satisfied the friend who rented him. His Master had already put the cash into the charity jar. He knew this. he had been rented out before to test him and to remind him he was property.
The leash yanked again. It was his Master taking him into the bathroom. He climbed into the center tub. Sometimes there were others there. This time he was the only one. He looked up as his Master.
The man was tall, bare chested except for the chain that connected his pierced nipples. The black leather vest covered him. The leather chaps, which he kept oiled for his Master gleamed. His leather and studded black jock was large full of his Master's penis and balls.
He had served them often and relished the feeling os his Master's cock down his throat. It had taken him weeks and the patience or the Man whho owned him but he learned how to let the long hard cock go past the chock point down his throat.
He had learned a great deal from the Man, more then what he learned in classes. He learned how to endure pain of punishment and even the fact that his cock would harded and explode while being flogged sometimes.
He had learned of his need to obey, to have another control him and the need to constantly be tested.
There was the time he stood naked outdoors after his Master pissed on him and then bent over to receive his master's cock. The cops that appeared were angry at first but his Master explained simply his boy needed punishment.
They asked him if he was there willingly and he replied with such enthusiasm they laughed. Then they stood and watched as his Master flogged him until he hardened and ejaculated.
He was used to being embarassed in front of whoever his Master wanted. As time passed, that included his Master's friends, strangers, even some of his former classmates.
He knelt and closed his eyes opening his mouth. His Master pissed all over his face, into his mouth and on his body. He heard his Master order him to stay there and take all the piss given him.
He did as he was told,as always, feeling others urinate on him. He was not required to swallow other's piss unless his Master ordered. This like many things had become standard rules.
During the day, most of the time he cleaned the house, worked on the back yard and kept the basement training room clean. Sometimes he helped his Master train others or helped his Master's friends when they used the basement for their own fun.
At any point in time his Master may decide to punish him, give him more training, use new toys on him or in him, or stake him in the back yard leaving him there for the sun to bake. He would sleep there to be awakened by his Master's piss.
It was a life he had never imagined.
He rode on the floor of the truck as always. Another boy sat on the seat his cock out for the Master's examination. "You'll be trained tonight, my slaveboy here will help me. I'll show what i'm going to do with him first then you".
He knew it was going to be a long night of bondage, hot wax, flogging, butt toys maybe more. He wondered if the new kid could take it. But often he ended up stuffed in a cage shared by the new slaves, cuffed and kept there to receive his Masters piss or cum whenever the man desired.
"Good news for you boy" his Master addressed him now "Next week you're going back to school. Community College where I teach. And if you mess around in class like you did in high school, you'll be tied and flogged all night long"
He wasn't allowed to speak unless told to.
"What do you say boy?"
"Thank you sir" he said it and meant it. He was indeed owned by the man and the man wanted him to learn and have a future. He knew the man loved him in a special way and he was devoted to the man. He had learned to obey the man and he had learned he wanted and needed to do whatever the man desired.
And he knew he'd joke around in class, maybe mumble as he did in high school. And he knew what that meant when he got to his Master's house at night after classes.
He had learned to expect everything he got and his cock hardened and exploded each time.