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Chapter 61. Getting hitched.
Master is cheerful as He drives us to the licensing office. "In just a few days, you'll have another new name: "Alex Wiggins." I repeat it to myself and it's the first time I've ever said it, or even thought it, I think.
"And you know what means, don't you?"
"Not sure, Master."
"It means that you'll belong to Me legally," He tells me. "Tied to me by law."
"that's a wonderful way of looking at it, Master. For the first time, this is beginning to make sense why You wanted to do this so soon."
"It wasn't making sense that I wanted to marry you?"
"Not exactly, Sir. I guess I've never ever thought of myself as someone who would end up getting married. I never thought that way. It's always been a hope of finding Someone to be my Dom or Master, Billy. Always something more for the dungeon than for a life together outside of the Scene. And probably never ever someone who would be a regular. But see, I was thinking strictly in terms of bdsm scenes."
"But surely you've known bdsm couples, haven't you?
"Yes, and that was the most I'd hoped for, but never ever realized that any of them were actually married."
"It doesn't make sense not to do it these days," He says. "Simply because of the legal benefits and protections, especially for the owned slave."
"Not sure I've ever really met an owned slave," I tell Him. "And never socialized with leatherfolk outside the clubs, not even with Doms who had had me."
"And why not with Doms who had you?"
"Just didn't think They would want to be bothered by me, Sir. Mostly They would dismiss me as soon as They had played with me the ways They wanted to. Then it was just, put my clothes on and get out of there."
"Did it ever occur to you that They might have been happy to sit and have a conversation with you afterwards?"
"No, Sir."
"Well from now on, whenever I take you to Shackles or another club, I am ordering you to point out to me Doms Who have had you in the past."
"Why, Sir? . . . . oh no, I'm sorry, Sir for questioning you."
"I'll overlook that because this is kind of a safe conversation, but for one thing I just want to know who has had your mouth or ass or anything else in the past, who has seen what you're like when you are given pain of any kind. I want to know who has had a taste of your obedience. I want to know who has seen you as inferior to Them. And I'm curious about why They were content to have you leave so quickly after They were done with you."
"OMG, Billy."
"What, OMG?"
"Just that You've managed to turn this whole conversation into another way of humiliating me and reminding me what I am to You, Sir."
"Excellent. Just the mindset I want for you when you sign your name to the application. Now be silent. We're just about here."
He pulls the car into a driveway and we get out. I follow Him into the building and up the stairs. He gets in line with me behind Him. Only one other couple (straight) in front of us and they are just about done. He steps up to the window and speaks to the clerk and she hands him two applications. "You only need to put the personal information on one of the pages," she tells Him. He takes the applications and goes over to one of the standing desks. "Go outside and take a walk around the block and then come back in and I'll be ready for you to sign," He orders me. And so I go.
On the way around the block, who do I run into except my friend Karl. I haven't seen him in months. "Hey, how's it going," he says to me. "Land yourself a Dom yet?" He asks. "Well actually, yes, Karl. In fact, He's in the office down the street filling out our application to get married."
"Married? So quickly?" Karl looks surprised.
"Well, actually, we've known each other since High School. He's my Master now. Come on inside with me, and I'll introduce you to Him. Got a couple minutes?"
"Sure thing. I damn well want to get a look at the guy who is so impressed with the way you suck cock that He's going to fucking marry you, dude!" He chuckles and pats me on the back.
"You know how good I am at it," I answer snappily.
"I do remember," he says. "too bad we're both subs. We could have had a lot of fun together," he admits.
"Well, there isn't any reason why we can't," I reply. "Wait till you meet my Master. If He approves of you, He'll let me keep you in my life. He doesn't want me to get cut off from friends I had before He decided to claim me for Himself."
"Holy shit, dude. That sounds hot the way you just said that! Not too submissive, are you?"
I shush him as we enter the office. Master is standing there waiting for me. He doesn't look angry. "Billy, I just ran into a good friend of mine. Please meet Karl. Karl, Billy."
"I've seen you around before," Billy says. "you were ahem . . . tied up . . at the moment."
Karl giggles. "Well then I'm glad to give You a chance to see me with my clothes on, Sir. Happy to meet You. And my congratulations on getting this boy off the streets before he gets beaten to death by homophobic bullies that prey on gay sluts. I told him to stop trying to pick up guys that way!"
Now Billy chuckles. A good sign. "If you would just excuse us to get this taken care of and then I'd like to invite you to come join us for coffee if you have the time."
"I'd like that very much, Sir. I'll just sit over there." he replies.
Billy shows me where to sign both pages then He takes them to the window. They speak further and the clerk looks at her screen. "Okay. So the earliest it could be would be this coming Friday at 6 pm. Just a little over the three days required."
"that will be perfect," I hear Billy say. The clerk speaks further and gives Billy a brochure. He takes it and thanks her and then comes back to Karl and me.
"Friday at 6 pm, bitch, and you'll belong to Me legally." He says.
"Yes, Master," I whisper so no one else there except for Karl can hear me.
"Oh, my," Karl exclaims. "My sister is getting hitched to the best looking guy in the fucking state!"
"I prefer the term `owned,' Karl," Master says to him as they leave the building.
"Understand Sir." he answers. "Congratulations for claiming this boy. He's been looking for You for a long time without even realizing it."
"Well, I've had My eye on this one since grade school," explains Billy, "only I didn't fully understand what that would end up meaning."
"Well know you both know," replies Karl. They enter the coffee shop. Billy sits and offers a seat to Karl and asks Karl what he would like. Karl tells Him and then He turns to me and hands me His credit card: "Get Karl what he wants and us our usual."
"Yes, Master," and I go to the counter to give our order to the barista. She gives me the three drinks on a tray, registers the payment and give me back the card. I go to the table and lay down the tray, hand Karl his drink and Master His, then I return the tray to the barista and come back to take my seat where Master has put my coffee.
"Looks well trained from what I can see," says Karl, winking at me.
"You'll have to come by some night and see other examples of how well this slave is being trained. And don't wear too much. I might you to strip for Me yourself and I'll invent some games for the three of us to play," says Master with a gleam in His eye. "I assume you two have been naked in front of each other in the past?"
Karl looks at me and I nod. "A few times at the Club perhaps but we've never both been in a scene together," he explains.
"Karl, just come over. I want you to be comfortable around your friend, but I also want you to see your friend not as a peer but rather as My slave. And you will always have the option to strip yourself and let Me have some fun with the two of you. Or even just take down your pants and I'll have my slave suck your cock until your head caves in. It's all up to you."
"Hey, thanks so much for the invitation. I appreciate Your willingness to be flexible, Sir."' ` "Appreciation acknowledged. I'm not in the market for a second slave. After all, after Friday I'll be a married man. But there are always possibilities. The only thing I'm mainly concerned about is that alex here doesn't lose contact with people who have been important to him in the past. So the invitation is open for you and for any of his other friends, straight or gay, Dom or sub or just curious. Besides, I'd like to get many of you present for the Collaring which will take place in about a month."
"Wonderful! " I promise, Sir, I'll spread the word."
"Let me put my number in your phone, Karl, under Master Billy. Then text Me so I have yours. The slave doesn't usually have access to its phone, so it is always better to get in touch with Me," He explains.
Karl gives Master his phone and the connections are made. Then Karl excuses himself and Billy and I are alone together.
"nice guy," says Master."
"You sum people up very quickly," I note to Him.
"It's a gift I've always had. Don't forget how I summed you up before you even had pubic hair, boy, back when you were still allowed to have pubic hair," He says.
"True, Billy, true."
"Tell Me something," He asks.
"What is it, Sir."
"Has Karl ever seen you worked over and crying?"
"Don't think so, Sir. Rarely even cried at the Club."
"Why is that? Didn't any of the Doms who worked you know what They were doing?"
"Always safeworded before I got to tears, Master. Only cry for You, Master."
"It pleases Me to know that. Now let's go home. Now you've got me in a feisty mood."
"After You, Sir," I say a little snidely.
On the way home (to the house in CT), He orders me to strip in the car and He starts smacking me and bullying me as He drives home.
"Hold out your balls for Me, slave. I'm going to smack them and you make fucking sure you continue to sit up straight."
Before I can finish saying "Yes, Master," His fist plows into me and I am holding around the back of my seat trying to keep myself from bending down from the pain. "That's better than you did at Spike's boy. There's how for you yet."
"YYYYes, Sir." I grit out my answer.
"Keep your hands back around the seat the way you have them now, slave. And silence!"
He pulls into a rest area. There aren't many other cars there and He parks in the front of the ones that are there so they can't see I have no shirt on. Without even turning off the car engine, He starts to slap me in my inner thigh. I'm glad I remembered to keep my legs spread. Up and down the inner leg, about 30 times, I'm moaning and crying out a little. Then He turns towards me and with His left hand, lands very hard slaps to each of my nibbles several times, and then, as I'm starting to blubber a little, He drives the car back onto the highway and all the way home. He parks in the back of the house and hands me the keys so I can get out and open the back door for us to get in. I get out of the car and then He does as well, holding the clothes I took off in the car.
As soon as we get in the house, He turns into the little bathroom by the back door and orders me to kneel down on the side of the toilet. "I have to take a wicked piss," He tells me. (So do I, but He hasn't asked me) "Kneel down on the side of the toilet and face My dick. Watch the piss shooting out of my dick and while you are watching it, tell yourself how much you wish you could be drinking it. I want you to really crave My piss." He takes His dick out and shows the tip to me, then stands still and His flow begins forcefully, and I watch as He has told me to, and it is true, I do actually begin to get the feeling that I want Him to be pissing in my mouth. Suddenly He stops. "Stare at the head of My dick, pig. Tell Me, do you want a taste of your Master's piss? Tell me."
"yes, Master, please. Please will You let Your slave taste Your piss? Please piss in Your slave's mouth, Master."
He starts to piss again. "Put your face into My stream and open your mouth so My piss is flowing into your mouth, slave. Show Me how much you want to be My piss slave," He says. I open, He pisses on my cheek a bit and then I manage to turn my head so it's landing in my mouth. He fills up my mouth and stops. I close my mouth and swallow. "Want more?" He asks. "Please, Master?" This so so goddam humiliating and is a form of mind control. He's fucking hypnotizing me to beg for His piss in my mouth. "Put My dick into your mouth, slave," He orders. I do so and He starts again. Man, He really did have to take a wicked piss. So much of it. I swallow as fast as I can, but some of it escapes my mouth and dribbles down my chin. "Fucking pig," He says as He withdraws His cock again. "You don't want it badly enough yet, slave. Sit up on the toilet and let your own piss flow out." He demands, and as soon as I start, He finishes up pissing over my cage until He is almost finished. "In your mouth!" He orders, and I take His cock into my mouth again and He gives me the last few squirts of His piss and dammit, I am feeling grateful to Him for being so good to me! I'm becoming His toilet!
We leave the bathroom. I pick up the clothes He's dropped on the floor and follow Him upstairs to His room and ensuite. "Showers," He commands. I go in and get the water the right temperature—that is, the temp He likes, a little too cold for me. I get in and kneel. He enters, naked, and I begin bathing His feet and working my way up His legs. He orders me to suck His cock and I do so, until, finally hard, He grabs the back of my head and fucks my mouth. "That's right, slave. Gag for Your Master. Show Your Master how devoted you are to pleasing His cock!" He keeps on gagging me with His cock and I do my best to open my throat more so I can swallow Him better. By the time I'm gagging and choking with tears on my face and snot dripping out my nose, He finishes and shoots His load down my throat then still holds me there while He softens and then shoots more piss into my mouth.
Finally He commands me to stand and finish washing Him. When I am done, He leaves the shower and I quickly finish myself off. When I get out of the shower, He orders me to stand still. He goes into the bedroom and comes back with d-clips and with one of His belts. He turns me around, orders me to raise my hands and He clips my wrist cuffs over the top of the curtain rod and warns me not to pull it down. Then as I hand there still soaking wet, He hauls off and whips my back with His strap, laying stripes from my neck to my waist and now my snot is falling even more copiously as I cry and sob and thank Him at the same time.
He leaves me there. Sobbing, snotting, shivering and my back on fire from His lashes. it feels like I'm hanging there for a very long time and I hear the TV on in the bedroom. Finally He comes back in, unclips my arms and orders me to get myself settled and brush my teeth and then to crawl into the bedroom and wait by the side of the bed.
I dry myself off quickly. I can't wait to get under the covers of the bed and be warm again. I crawl inside and find Him kneeling at the side of the bed, bent over with His ass in the air. "Eat the ass of the Man Who's just whipped you, you dirty piss-drinking slut slave. Eat that ass good, slave. Show me how grateful you are that I have claimed you for Myself. Show me how grateful you are that I whipped you with My belt before letting You crawl in here."
I lose myself in the task I've been given, still shivering a bit, still with a hurting back, but just wishing so much that I can end up in His arms and under the covers. He keeps me at it for a good long time and I think of the things He just said to me and wallow in the humiliation of it all. Only Billy can get to me this way. Only Billy can do these things to me. "That's enough, slave. You've proven what you are to Me." He settle Himself under the covers. "Come here, sweet alex.. Come into your Master's arms and let Him love you."
Amazing, how He switches from one role to another. Still sore, still my mouth filled with the taste of His ass, I let Him snuggle me just the way He wants, and I ignore the pain when He touches my back. it doesn't take long before I am sleeping in His arms and dreaming of that time when I gave Karl a blow job because the Dom who was using me ordered me to.
END OF CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE Next: going to New York to strip alex of its assets.