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@@@ I'll get right to the blow jobs. I don't want to make you wait until the after the main chapter. So one night Mick found his father's porn collection and brought a few things for us to jerk off over. The problem for me was that these guys were playing with girls, not other guys. That didn't interest me at all. But it turns out there was one girl who was giving a guy a blow job and they had several pictures of it. The guy's cock was big but she managed to take it all. Four pictures as she goes down. Then one shot of him coming on her smiling lips. Filthy dirty. That's what they decided.
Soon there were four naked boys in the room, all of them hard, and I was being made to choose which dick I would give my first blow job to. Like I said, the first guy I sucked off was Clarence, and he affectionately toyed with my hair while I was doing it.
All the dicks were hot. Fred's was leaking already. I especially liked blowing Fred, because he was my oldest friend from early childhood. I smiled at him and right away he jumped up in the couch with his legs spread. "Come up here and lick my pre-cum, faggot sweetheart!" he said.
This was the first time the "s" word was used in our group, but Fred used to call me sweetheart a lot of times, especially when he wanted to make me to something for him—as if I would ever refuse him anything. Damn, it sure turned me on to be blowing my best friend!. I licked Fred's hard dick like it was a lollipop, and then, not even waiting for any instructions, I took his head in my mouth—like I'd been doing for a long time now, and then started salivating on it and bit by bit, I sucked in into my mouth. Fred's hard dick. My life-long best friend. The nicest guy you'd ever want to meet. I gave Fred his first blow job.
Then Mick. Right from the beginning I was happy to be servicing the group this way because I cared about them all a lot and was grateful for their protection. I didn't think of it as love back then. Not yet. That came a lot later.
The next day at school, they gave me a little trophy and said FIRST on it at lunch and they all laughed as I blushed completely red—even my ears got red! Of course the other students wanted to know what it meant, so Fred told them frankly. "He did something last night that he'd never done before and we were all there to cheer him on. What he did took a lot of guts so we decided to reward him." Of course they wanted to know what it was that I did, but Fred wouldn't tell them.
You know, I love that trophy I still have it, in fact. Lots of times guys will ask me about it and I tell them the story if they were gay. After that, I always had to suck off all four of them every time we were together. I'll let you in on a big secret, though: Each one of them came to me alone at least once in secret so they could have me all to themselves. It was always late at night. They knew which was my bedroom window. They'd throw little pebbles at it until they woke me up. I'd go downstairs and usually I'd suck them off in the basement so my parents wouldn't hear anything. Each one of them did it. Each one made me promise not to tell the others. And I kept my promise.
To this day, none of them has any reason to think they weren't the only one I ever gave a bj to late at night in secret in my basement. This is the first time I ever told this to anyone. it was quite interesting, because each of them acted completely different when it was the two of us alone.
I was used to being somewhat cuddly with Fred over the years, so that was no big thing. We just acted the way we always did when we were having fun together—and now we're having the greatest fun of all!!!
Clarence was the most affectionate for sure, and he would hang out with me and cuddle with me until he was ready to go a second time. So my throat was very sore by the time he left, shortly before dawn. He would actually hold me in his arms for a while and let me fall asleep As soon as the sun started coming up, he'd get dressed and sneak down the stairs and out the door. Sometimes he'd kiss my face or my forehead.
Mick was afraid to say or do anything. He'd pull down his pants and just stand there like a statue. And as soon as he shot his load he'd pull out before he was even finished and make a real mess which I had to clean up after he left. Without a word, he put himself away and nd let himself out. That's the first time I think I ever realized I was becoming a real whore.
But Clarence. Clarence! Clarence needs his own chapter. Also, and again this if the first I've ever admitted it, Clarence came to me not once but four times that year and each time it was pretty clear to me that he was already a Dom in training, and he treated me like a lowlife faggot cocksucker, gave me orders on what to do, smacked me around a little bit (yeah, he made me get totally naked, even there in the basement), and came real rough like, shoving it all right down my throat and grabbing one of my nipples and really made it hurt.
And then . . . he was the only one who ever allowed this . . he made me jerk myself and cum into my hand then lick it up. And so Clarence, wherever you are, you were actually my first Dom. Sometimes I wonder what it would have been like if you had actually become my Master. (author's note: Maybe my next story will be based on that situation.) @@@
Meanwhile, back in the present . . .
I don't remember what happened after I just fell out exhausted after licking my cum off Master Leo's feet. Someone got me cleaned up a bit and I remember being carried on someone's back then thrown down in the bed of a truck, covered with a smelly tarp, and driven up a big mountain. All I know is that I woke up all covered with dew and the sun is coming up and I'm down there in the dirty bed of some truck somewhere. there's lots of clean air and trees blowing in the breeze. Everything hurt, especially my butt (my pussy) from what happened. I was covered with scratches and welts and some really red marks all around.
I hear a door open and shut and then someone coming down some stairs with heavy footsteps. I'm still under the tarp and now soaking wet from sweating and the salt in my welts and cuts is really killing me. I hear a very deep voice speaking gently.
"Your Masters rented you to me for a few days and I promised I'd take good care of you. He said to tell you to behave or you'll get whipped when I turn you back over to him. That's no big threat. You're gonna get whipped here even if you're a good slave. I like whipping slaves for no reason other than I want to do it and watch them writhe and cry under my lash."
He pulls the tarp away and I shiver out in the cool mountain air. He lets down the tailgate and orders me to slide myself down and off the back of the truck. I almost faint the first time I see him. He is one awesome specimen. Short hair around his face, well trimmed and the most beautiful green eyes I've ever seen. He's wearing jeans and a green flannel shirt which brings out his eyes. Broad shoulders and I bet I'll see a six-pack when he takes his shirt off.
Once I'm able to stand, he looks me over, touching here and there, jiggling my cage, toying with my nipples. He pulls on my balls just to find out how far he has to go before I start whimpering. "You make such a pretty sound, slaveboy, when I do this to you," he tells me, pulling more on my balls. "You're a dirty mess though. I gotta clean you up, boy, before I can take you inside to my cabin." He leads me out back. He's got a water hose and a spray nozzle and he starts watering me down, starting on my bare head and letting the water run down my both. It's not too cold, but I'm still shivering.
He's really careful not to direct the spray at places that are marked up, but he makes sure that I'm wet all over. He sprays me with some kind of cleaner. It doesn't burn any, but it is quite an experience standing there stark naked while he uses his hands to wash me with the suds the spray makes.
"OW" I cry out when he scrubs my ass, which Master had cut with His whip, but he doesn't say anything. Basically, I'm just whimpering a lot and also very nervous about what awaits me once he's satisfied I'm clean enough.
He sits on the steps in front of the cabin and watches me "air dry" myself off by walking around the yard and swinging my arms in the air. It doesn't take too long and he never takes his eyes off me. I wonder what I'm in for. I'm sure it's going to be a humiliating adventure. He already mentioned that I'm gonna clean his cabin, but I'm so exhausted right now I'll probably collapse on the floor before he gets much work out of me.
"You need to piss before I bring you inside, slaveboy?"
"Yes, Sir, please?"
"Sure. Over there by those rocks. Get down on all fours and lift your leg up so you can piss on the rocks like a dog." Oh, so that's what we're gonna play! Fine. It's so hard to piss in this position through my cage, but I hear him chuckling while I'm spilling out in dribs and drabs, not like a real man would piss.
Once I'm done he orders me to crawl over to him on the grass. When I get to him, he takes out his cock, kind of big head, orders me to open up my mouth and take his load. I try to get my mouth on the head of his cock, but he slaps my face and orders me to back off a bit. "I want to watch my piss flow from my dick into your mouth, slaveboy. Swallow when I hold off." And so it begins. He fills my mouth then stops pissing so I can swallow it down. large mouthfuls that take two or three gulps for me to get it all down. It doesn't taste too bad but I know it doesn't matter what it tastes like. It's the humiliation that counts the most, especially when he's all done and says "you gonna be a good toilet for me, slaveboy."
He picks up a chain from the porch and tells me to stand up. He wraps the chain around my neck twice. It's very heavy. He uses a clip to hook the end of the chain. "You'll get sores from wearing this all weekend, slaveboy, so I'll have to change it out later tonight. You'll remember me after they pick you up and bring you back home to Master Leo's. Meanwhile I reckon to get some good work out of you. Let's go inside." He tosses me a rag. "Wipe off the bottoms of your feet, rentboy. Don't track any dirt inside or you'll get my strap. Hell, you'll be getting my strap anyway, but I'll just hit harder if I have to punish you."
The accent and way of talking are endearing, I must admit. I take a look around the big room we're in and damn, it's a mess. Rags and debris, boxes of stuff laying around, books strewn around the floor and even some cans of food rolling around.
"I'm not a slob, slaveboy. This isn't my place. But I promised my buddy that I'd have my slave get it back into shape. So get to work, now. I'm gonna go take a nap and this place better be in good order by the time I come back out. I'll have my strap with me just in case the place is still a mess."
With that he turns around and heads into a bedroom and shuts the door hard. I am so tired I could scream. This is on of the worst things I have to endure—laboring when very tired. After all, I'm not a spring chicken any more. I can't imagine how these buff guys can stand having me nude in their presence all the time. But I'm lucky there are guys who will put up with it. I mean, I'm not in that bad a shape, but I'm no a smooth-skinned blushing twink any longer although I'm bare like someone much younger than twinkness.
About an hour later, I've got the place in much better order when he comes out of the bedroom in his boxer briefs holding his strap and looking around. Meanwhile I was almost gasping when I got a look at his bare chest—truly a divine work of art. He knew I was gaping at him, and he very nicely stood there in PRESENT position. Go ahead, slaveboy, take a real good look. Soon you'll be licking and sucking everything you see. Lust after my body like the faggot slave you are. Heck, I won't mind if you drool over me and then lick it up."
And with that, he goes to shower, and I'm thanking my lucky stars that he's cleaning himself good before I have to slobber over him. So far this isn't too bad. It wasn't as hard to clean the room up as I thought it would be.
So far, he hasn't seen fit to use his strap on me. But it's only the first couple hours of three entire days and while putting the living room in order I had to find places for two different types of whips, a switch, a cane, and a number of manacles and chains. I'm very uncomfortable from the chain wrapped around my neck and it's only been a couple hours. My throat would be wrecked if he made me wear it for too long.
Then I catch myself. Shit! I'm thinking like I always used to, thinking as if I will have some input about what's going to be happening here. I realize that I have to train myself not to think like the control freak I've always been. "Surrender, obey, surrender, obey, you have no power at all," I keep telling myself. I must say that this is the first time when I've ever had to learn to think like a true slave and in a perverted kind of way, I'm really getting off on the fact that it's happening. If Master Leo was here, I'd confess my willful thoughts and submit to whatever punishment he wanted to inflict on me.
And you know what? This is right, my being treated this way. This is right, my losing any semblance of freedom or control. This is right, my just being a slave subject to the rule of superior men. And I must also say that this fellow I've been given to for this little stay is an incredibly superior man in every aspect.
Not only that, but he made me drink his piss in the most humiliating way possible, something that I've never had to do before. The sight of his piss leaving his cock and landing in my open mouth made it all the more degrading, and along with that, he called me his "toilet." Oh my!
He comes out of the shower stark naked and now I'm drooling over the sight of his dick hanging down with its thick shaft and heavy head. Not the biggest I've ever been made to suck, but it will definitely wear me out before this "holiday" is over. And damn it, his pubes are so beautifully landscaped it makes me wish that some day I may be allowed to grow pubes again. Being totally hairless, even atop my head, really makes me feel less than the man I was before. But I guess that's what is supposed to happen when someone is sold into slavery.
"Pick up the cane and bring it into the bedroom with you, slaveboy. I'm plannin' to give you some motivating attention before you begin servicing my body." Oh well, here it comes! As I walked into the room holding the cane in my outstretched hands, I realize that I've hardly been made to either kneel or crawl with this guy who I decided to call "Luke" in my own mind until he decided to tell me his name. If he decided to tell me his name. Slaves like me have no right to ask a Master his name.
"I want to lay some welts of my own on your flesh tonight, slaveboy. Boys like you should always have fresh welts somewhere. The problem is where I can get some clear skin to write on," he says with a little chuckle. It's obvious he's going to enjoy beating me hard enough to leave welts.
That's what I'm here for: his entertainment. So if he wants to play sadist on my body, that's what he'll do. Just my sad luck. He spends a lot of time looking over and even touches me in a few places. I started quivering everywhere he touched me. "I got it," he says. "Get yourself up on the bed, head down and ass up. Ass facing me." Ass? I'm surprised he's going to cane me there, I'm already so tender. But maybe that's what he wants—to get some real screams out of me so he can make sure I know my place and won't forget my place for the rest of the time I'm with him.
I'm afraid to look. I hear him slashing the cane through the air a few times, then, "Okay, here we go, slaveboy. I'm gonna mark you up nice. Six strokes, slaveboy. Make all the noise you want, but if you move out of that position or put your hands back, I'll increase it to nine. Understand, faggot?"
"Yes, Master," I reply, already accustomed to call a man Master if he was planning to punish or discipline me. I know the rule Leo made me write 100 times last week: "faggots need constant punishment and discipline." And after I was finished he thrashed me in the shower the way he liked. So anyway now I'm in position and I'm already trembling at the thought that I'm going to get six lashes with that severe-looking cane. I sure hope he knows what he's doing, because otherwise he can turn my ass into a bloody mess.
Shit!!!! There I go again, thinking old type thoughts. Fuck. At least now I have a reason in mind that I deserve to be punished. Maybe this caning will help remind me to discipline my thoughts. I hear the loud THWACK! and then scream not only from the pain but from the shock! He caned me on the back of my thighs, right below my ass. "Calm yourself down, slaveboy. You've got five more coming. I'll lay some nice stripes down the back of your legs. That way I can look at them and admire them later on when I'm fucking you while holding your legs over your head!"
Shit! He really does know what he's doing. The second lash is parallel to the first and slightly below it, and each successive stroke of that goddam cane lays another stripe below the other ones and I'm screaming out and clasping my wrists in each other hand so I don't dare move them behind me.
"Now you just stay there in that position and soak up all the pain so you remember what you are and how hard you've gonna work to make my body feel good. I won't hesitate to lay more on you if I decide you need it."
With that he walks out of the room and I sob out my misery. Never been whipped there before. It's really awful. I have a quick blast of anger that this buff young cowboy-type guy had Leo's permission to hurt me so badly, or at least I think he had Leo's permission. Actually I have no idea at all what agreements were made between Leo and Luke at the Master's bidding.
Yeah, Luke is good name for him, although right now I'd be more prone to call him Lucifer after what he just did to me. Okay, Denny, get a grip! You're a fucking slave making up for lost time. If only Fred could see you now! Damn! I wish I knew what became of him! I wonder if he or Clarence ever developed into the Doms I suspected (actually, hoped) they were meant to become. If he was and I knew where he is, I'd offer myself to him unconditionally. But shit! They would both be the same age as me now. Never mind. It's so much more fun to be serving awesome young guys like Luke, guys who like subjugating Daddy-types like me.
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Here are the other stories I have posted, with the dates where you can find them:
The first five should be read in order:
The Alex Chronicles 9/25/2022 Sweet Subjugation 1/15/2023 Brandon's Bosses 4/3/2023 Brandon's Brothers 5/19/2023 Total Subjugation 5/25/2023
These stories are stand-alone
Tommy Loves His Sub 8/17/2023 Training Toby 12/31/2023 Breaking Me In 03/10/2024