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Chapter 5. Blowing Master's Friend Michael
It really did make a difference, what the Master said. Besides, I'd never tried to do housework naked before. I threw on a pair of shorts when I brought the laundry downstairs and wore sandals, but that was all. This time no one saw me. Fine. I made the phone calls I needed to make and had a brief conversation with Philip, my best friend.
"Phil, I'm not going to be around for a few weeks. There's this guy I knew in high school that I had a terrible crush on. Last time I saw him we were 15. He caught me staring at His Cock in the bathroom one day and called me on it and told me that one day I would be serving His Cock. Didn't have the balls to do anything about it at that time, but guess what? He just tracked me down, and He's a Dom. And He wants me. He has this cabin upstate and He's bringing me there tomorrow and He says He's going to train me to be a perfect slaveboy for Him. And Damn, I wanted that wHen we were kids, so this looks really good for me."
"Just what you've always wanted, slut! Have a good time and maybe some day I'll get to see this Mystery man, I mean Mystery Dom. If He ever lets you contact your oldest friends again."
"We've spoken on the phone a few times and He's been texting me, telling what do to get ready for Him. He'll be Here at 8:30 tonight so I can give Him His first blowjob from me. He's keeping me naked all this time and sending instructions and has a couple of friends dropping by here this afternoon for me to service. He's calling me `slave' already, man. Can't fucking believe it. He told me that He's seen me in clubs and has noticed that I haven't been well trained by the Doms around here, and says He has a lot to teach me."
"Well, honey, make sure you're a good student. Don't let this one get away. Sounds like it's going to be pretty intense."
"You're not kidding, man. So I'll be in touch. Text me if you want. Maybe I"ll be able to answer but don't worry if I don't I promise I'll get in touch as soon as I can. Hopefully I won't be disappointed and downhearted the next time I talk to you. Maybe I'll be collared."
"I hope it works out. You've needed this for a long time, Alex. I wish you all the best."
"Thanks, dude. Love you. Goodbye for now"
A text come through from Billy" Place an empty backpack on your bed and lay out whatever toys, belts, whips, etc., that you have for My selection. I will pack for you tonight. You really won't need much, boy because most of the time you'll be naked. Just make sure you lay out everything you might want Me to consider. AND your wallet with any money you have in the apartment. AND give your car keys to the Guy who comes by at 2 pm. He'll take care of your car.
"Yes, Master. I'm finding joy in being stripped for You."
"Good. That's what you need to be. Naked and penniless."
"Thank You, Billy."
Naked and penniless. Those words set my sub heart glowing. I remember a picture I once saw of a naked slave at an auction with a big sign around His neck which read, "For sale," and nothing else. It became part of my spank bank, just the thought that this naked slave had nothing attached to him and was out there waiting to be taken by the highest bidder and then led off the stage, naked and penniless. I wondered what happened to him and how it felt to be that destitute and completely unattached to anything that ordinary men took for granted. What it would be like to be taken by a stranger who would then own him and prepare him for some use in his new world, new existence, powerless to make any decisions about his future. In a way, I envied him, but now I felt like I had become him as I knelt on the floor of my bathroom scrubbing the tub and toilet and making things pristine clean, not for myself, but for my Master, for Billy, just to please Him the way He wanted.
At 1:55 My watch-clock went off, reminding me to get ready for My 2 pm visitor. What would this be like, I wondered. I unlocked the door and got into position near the side of the bed (which I'm not allowed to use any more), naked and humbled and simply available for what this Friend of my Master wanted from me. My blood started racing as I got into position, and when I heard the door open I became paralyzed with fear and reveled in the humiliation of the moment. The door closed and booted footsteps came near. "Do not look up. Do not raise your eyes higher than My Cock, boy. You will know Me by My Cock. My name is Michael. Raise your ass higher, boy, so I can see your balls hanging down between your legs." I did as He said and then felt a couple of light taps to my balls by this Master whom I was not allowed to see. He drew near and stood between me and the bed and I heard a noise and realized that His jeans and boxers have been dropped to the ground.
"Again I tell you, boy: do not look up. Keep your eyes fixed on My skin. Put your mouth to My right leg above My ankle and slowly kiss and lick your way up until you got to My Balls." He tasted good and the scent of the body wash He had used remained with me and made me hunger. "there you go, boy. Lick you way up until you reach My Balls and then saturate them with your saliva." Hairless. Pretty big. I just kicked and licked and realized that His Balls were too large to fit in my mouth together. No matter. He didn't tell me to put them into my mouth. Dammnit! I have to learn not to think, not to anticipate, simply to fix my mind on doing what I was ordered to do.
The top of my Head reached His Cock and it lay over my Head. "Lean back, boy, and gaze on My Cock for the first time." It was long and slender with a well-formed head. Thank God for circumcision; I really believe that God ordered it for aesthetic reasons. A cut cock is so neat, so well-formed, and there was not nonsense. There it was, and as I gazed on it, I discovered that my mouth kept watering and I was looking forward to being given the right to put it into my mouth.
"Take the mead into your mouth, slaveboy, and work your tongue and saliva to make it feel good. . . . Ah, so nice. We will be enjoying that mouth. Come on, alex, slide all of Me down your throat. Use a lot of tongue and make Me wet, boy. That's good. Take more, take it to your gag spot and let me Hear you try to swallow all of Me."
It didn't take long before I had reached my limit. "Good boy. Now open your mouth wider and take a deep breath and let Me in farther. Let Me hear you choke. When you back off, take a bigger breath and then move down past that point. Let My Cock open your throat. DAMN, boy, don't let My Cock out of your mouth. Practice your breathing and let Me press deeper. don't worry about breathing. A slave like you is meant to take cock deep and beyond all choking. There you go: swallow it, boy. Pull back to the tip and then dive down again, farther each time. Good boy. You'll almost there. Back off again and open yourself to My invasion. Let My pre-cum lubricate your throat so I can fuck your mouth the way it needs to be fucked. Let Me use your mouth like a cunt. Back off again and take a very deep breath. I want to rape your cunt, bitch. Three more big breaths, boy, and then just open and let me do the work now."
I believed that He would succeed in getting all the way down my throat, and I found myself hoping this would happen and He would be able to claim me as His own. I yearned to hear those words: good boy. He put His hand on the back of my head and pressed, and there He was, all the way down into a part of me that no man had ever invaded before. He fucked harder, long forceful deep strokes. "Tighten your mouth, bitch. There, that's it. I'm close. Here it comes, slave. Wrap your mouth around My Tip and lay your tongue at My Slit and feel My Seed pour into your mouth. Become My cumdump, Alex. Oh, fuck, Oh so good."
He poured Himself into my mouth. Salty but not bitter. I let it slide into my throat and heard the command: SWALLOW! And I did. It was more than a mouthful and I had to keep swallowing while He put His Hand on my Adam's apple and felt the muscles of my throat working to swallow what He had given me. I had not been allowed to see His face. I was just a receptacle for His Effluvia, swallowing greedily and looking forward to the moment when I would be able to run my tongue over His Slit and clean Him well.
"Good boy. Now lick Me clean before I put Myself away. That's right. You're a good cum slave, Billy was right. Now put your head down on the ground again."
I heard Him pull up His pants. Something rattled on the bed. "These are your car keys? On the blue flap?"
"Yes, Master."
"Good. I am taking them. You have no need of a car of your own for now. Keep your head to the ground until you hear the door close behind Me, then go take your shower as you've been instructed. In a few days you will be allowed to gaze upon My Face, upon all of Me, and I am looking forward to hearing you cry out and groan and perhaps even cry. Slave boys need tears on their faces, I assure you. You will make Us all very happy. And you will find your purpose and your happiness in your obedience to Us."
He pats me on the head with His Foot. "don't forget to raise your ass high when in this position. don't get lazy or you will feel the lash."
And with that, He left the apartment and I heard the door close. I didn't move for a while but just stayed in the position He left me in. finally, I got up and continued my work scrubbing the bathroom and got a strange sense of satisfaction from it all, and from the fact that I'd just been used to bring pleasure to Someone I don't think I ever met. "Oh yes, a shower. Shit!" Full five minutes.
I survived it and trembling set about wiping the tub dry again and toweled myself off, grateful that Billy had decided to let me dry myself off this time. Then I went about my chores.
By 3:30 I was just about finished and didn't know what to do with myself until a text came in:
Once you have finished cleaning, sit at the table and write these lines: I will soon be claimed by Billy, Billy I have always wanted to serve. Billy so perfect. Continue with that. Make sure you are being neat. Don't rush. Let every word of what you are writing sink deeply into your being. Soon you will taste My kisses, boy. Soon you will rest in My arms.
No further text. I sat down and set about my task like a naughty schoolboy learning its lesson.
END OF CHAPTER 5
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Very special gratitude to J.W. who is offering intense insight into the writing, the author's development as a fully humbled sub, and much needed discipline since this author is not currently owned.
robbie (aka alex)