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Chapter 4
Shopping for the jock was a strange experience as well. There was an "adult store" near me that carried such items. Emboldened by all that was happening, I went to one of the salesmen and explained that "My Master wants me to buy a black jock and to make sure it is smaller than I usually would choose because he wants it to be very tight." No embarrassment at that. These people were used to just about anything. Doug, the salesman, told me that it wouldn't be possible for me to try these things on for reasons of sanitation and suggest that I buy a couple sizes so I could find out at home which would be best. I started with my usual waist size and then bought two others that were smaller, just to be safe. While I was there, I also decided to get a new bottle of poppers. I considered buying other things, but decided that it was the Master's responsibility to provide me with what He wanted me to have or wear. (Notice that I capitalized the word `He'!)
Once I returned home, with shaking hands I opened up the jocks and it didn't take long for me to choose which one was tight enough in the right places to meet the requirement I `d been given. I didn't keep it on because I had to take another cold shower, dammit!
This shower was 4 minutes and I don't think I could have made it without the poppers. Now I was chilled to the bone, and while I drip dried—the worst part of all—I started to clean out the fridge. I was heartbroken about the command to get rid of my underwear. I had spent a lot of money on the things I had and was sad to be parted from them. Yet, at the same time, once again I felt my inner slaveboy shaking with delight at being further humiliated. Tossing these things out was another moment of truth: Did I really want this? And yet, the very act of putting those things into the trash bag filled me with a special kind of pleasure that I remember experiencing the first time I was humiliated in a public place.
There was a small back room in a bar near my house, so most of the guys there were local. A Dom guy attracted my attention and gestured for me to follow him into the back room. When we got there, he pulled off my shirt and worked my nipples until I was groaning. Then he ordered me to bow down and lick his boots in a public back room in front of the other men who were there: my first slaveboy act to be witnessed by others. I remember how I had to fight in order to obey his command, and how I hesitated until he laid a hand on my shoulder and pushed me down and I knelt and bowed and submitted. This was the first time that I had ever done anything like that in view of others. That was the first night I ever drank piss—the same guy's after he'd taken me to a motel. But it was that simple act of humiliating myself in front of others that sticks in my memory. Eventually, of course, acts of submission in public clubs in full view of other men became commonplace and was especially tantalizing when I had to do something in front of guys I considered to be my friends.
Word quickly got out that I was becoming more and more submissive. One of my best friends gave me a new title: "the everything Queen." Others were really supportive, some even congratulating me at breaking through to new levels of submission.
I wonder what they would think of me at this moment when my precious briefs and boxers and thongs were in a trash bag along with salad items, milk, butter and cheese. I had two yogurts in the fridge which I decided to leave there, one for lunch and one for breakfast the next morning.
I pulled on a pair of shorts and brought the bag down to the garbage, not caring about being bare-chested and barefoot and still a little damp. Two women saw me and gave me funny looks, but what did it matter. I wouldn't be around the next couple of weeks, I guess. If Billy wanted, I would spend my entire vacation with Him.
Around lunch time I got a text:
I want to speak with you. Put the phone on speaker mode again and get down on the ground the way I ordered you to do yesterday. For your information, the command for you to get into that position is very simple: "Ground!" When you hear that command from either me or one of my friends, you drop immediately and remain there until given permission to change positions. Now go set the phone and GROUND!
I got into place, still trembling from the cold. The phone rang and I answered immediately.
"How are you doing, alex?"
"Cold, Sir. And just threw out my food and underwear."
"Good boy. How are you enduring your showers?"
"It's very difficult, Sir, and this sub is using poppers in order to stand it, trying to imagine that the cold hitting its flesh are strokes of a whip or something."
"Good for you for thinking that way, and I have no problem with you using poppers to help you submit, at least for now. I have other things to give you that will help you be more moldable in the future. What does your body feel like right now?"
"Chilled to the bone, Sir. The hardest part is dripping dry, because the cold just doesn't let up."
"Well I won't have you getting sick, and you've been a good boy, so from now on you may use towels to dry yourself after each shower. The next one will be 5 minutes and after that each time will be 5 minutes with no further increase."
"thank You, Master."
"What is left in your fridge, boy?"
"Master, this boy threw everything out. it was easier that way. All that is in there now are two servings of yogurt. Intended to have one for lunch and one for breakfast tomorrow morning if You have no objections."
"That is fine, Alex. So what is left for you to do?"
"Cleaning, Sir. Not good at house-keeping so there's a lot of work to do. And I have a few people to call."
"Very good. When you were an unclaimed fag boy flapping in the breeze it didn't matter how you kept house. But now you have a Master who has claimed you for Himself, and your motivation is very different because you want things to be nice and clean and orderly for your Master and also for his friends when we are up at the cabin. You will get better at house-keeping, slave. And now is time to begin. Clean you apartment for your Master like the slave you are. A good chance to practice. Under the lash if I don't like what I find when I get there tonight, if that's what it will take to get some good work out of you. It's not all just about sex, bitch. It's about service and work slavery. Understand?"
hesitatingly . . . "Yes, Master. Understand."
"You don't sound excited about that, boy."
"Well, sir, You said You didn't want this boy to pretend about anything. What You just said frightens this boy a bit."
"Good boy for being honest. You will find that with the right training and right discipline, there will be little fear in your life, I promise you."
"thank You, Master, for reassuring me."
"This is what I was talking about yesterday, boy. You have not been trained as a true slave, so these are unusual and unsettling things for you at this point. You will be amazed at how much your feelings will be regulated and how you will settle into your slavery for me."
"Yes, Sir. This sub keeps remembering how much You used to turn it on when we were even in seventh and eighth grades, even before it really understood why."
"This will be a good education for you, boy. The best part of your education. Do you remember when Brother McGowan took his strap to the entire class?"
"Oh yes, it does, Sir. And it can tell you that it actually got an erection when it got up to be strapped."
"Ah, the beginnings of true masochism! I have to go in a couple minutes. I have to tell you that you are going to have two visitors, one at exactly 2 pm and one at exactly 5 pm. Have your door unlocked and be completely naked, no jock, and on the GROUND. These are the two friends of mine who will be with us at the cabin toward the end of the week. They will come in and inspect you and give you a chance to meet them, and they will train you exactly the way they want you to suck their cocks. You must know by this point that every man has a particular way he likes his cock sucked, and a good slave has to learn all these methods. It's not about the pleasure you get out of sucking a cock, slave, it's about the way you can give the most particular pleasure to every superior man. So anyway, you will be well warmed up to sucking cock for when I get there at 8:30 and you get to see and worship and service my cock for the very first time."
"This boy can't wait, Master. A 15 year old dream."
"for me as well, boy. It will be a special time, the first time you serve me. That is all now. Make sure you are ready and on the ground at 2 pm and 5 pm and also at 8:30 pm when I arrive. Shower after each man uses you and again at 8:10 pm. 5 minutes each time. HOT shower at 8:10."
"Yes, Master. Thank You for permission to take a hot shower, Master."
He hangs up.
Your emails encourage me to keep posting. I love to hear your reactions to the story as it builds up towards alex's first meeting with the man who will become his life-long Master.
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