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James, hesitated as he stood in front of the door. He took a deep breath, his hands shaking he turned the key and opened it. He knew what was going to happen tonight, he was scared as hell even though he had been looking forward to it for months. As he stepped over the threshold into the hall way he knew that there would be no turning back. His life as James Smith would be over.
He slid off his shoes, then his trousers, and shirt.The full length mirror reflected the bruises on his arse, from last night's discipline sessions. He gently touched them, wincing slightly he reconciled himself with the knowledge that as one bruise faded another fresh one would replace it. Smiling he knelt and waited. He could hear noises from the living room. Familiar noises, two men having sex. He was envious, but knew that his fate was leading him elsewhere to something far more fulling .
He ignored the part of his brain that told him that he should just go to bed, and hopefully tomorrow would be just a normal day, one where the last few months would be written off as a fevered dream, But James knew that he didn't want normal, not that type of normal anyway he had four years of normality and it had left him unfulfilled. When he left his house that morning he had been warned that tonight would be the night. It was both a threat and a promise.
He could hear some voices, and the occasional grunt and groan.He tried to block it out, but knew that would risk him not being aware when the summons came. The animalistic noises made the cage he was wearing uncomfortable as his dick hardened and grew betraying both his frustration and envy. A puddle of cum formed on the floor below him. Before he had a chance to wipe it up. The call he had been waiting for came
"Come in here now" The voice came from the living room. James crawled over, opened the door and entered, closed the door behind him and resumed the kneeling position. The two men continued to have sex, he watched the muscular buttchecks of one of them as he ploughed the hole of the other. As the fucking continued the Top clicked his finger, a sign that James could approach, as he reached the couple both men let out a groan, and the Top slowly slid out his cock. James knew what he had to do next, his face buried into the arse the puckering hole still open and slid in his tongue, and sucked out the newly deposited cum. This could be the only thing he would get to eat for the next few hours. "That's enough, now get this clean" James turned round and started to pay attention to the dick that was hanging in front of his face.
James knew the drill. It was almost a daily occurrence the bottom was never the same but the dick was. He was expected to clean it, thoroughly, licking along the shaft, and the head, if he was lucky it would be thrust down his throat for a few seconds, not long enough to give him any pleasure, but certainly long enough to make him gag.
After the cleaning ritual was over both men left him. But not before the Top, lifted up his chin and spat in it. "Not long now, and it will be official, and I can't wait " James remained silent but thought to himself "Neither can I Sir"
"When the doorbell rings answer it and let them in and take care of them. Until then stay there, and be quiet."
James looked around the room, happy memories ran through his mind. It was the hope of rekindling those memories that had led him to this position. Whilst he hoped that his future would be as good as his past. It wasn't long before he was letting in the guests.Two men in their early thirties, one dressed casually, probably too casual considering the occasion, the other in an expensive suit, as if he had just come in from a high powered city job. It wasn't long before the smartly dressed one unzipped his trousers and began to wank. James knew what was expected and crawled over.
"Can I help you with that Sir?" It was the first time James had spoken since he had entered the house an hour so earlier The man didn't reply but, but the casually dressed one barked. "Of course you can you stupid cunt, look at it, it's not going to suck itself" He slapped the back of James' head and pushed him down the length of a ten inch cock. A cock he had sucked numerous times over the last few weeks.
"I see you made yourself at home" It was the Top. "Now let's get down to business. You boy come here. " James approached he had long got over the embarrassment of being called Boy by a man fifteen or so years younger and bent down and kissed his boots The Top and the man he had been fucking were now dressed the Top in leather the other man in a sharp business suit,
"I've got the papers , They are all in order Michael are you ready?" "Fuck yes, let's get it over with" Michael's leather jacket creaked as he threw back his shoulders
The first sheaf of papers were handed over. Michael looked at them. "Ah! The tenancy agreement. Do you remember when I came over and signed this?" James nodded. Michael then ripped the papers in two then four then eight. "LookS as if I'm no longer your lodger"
Turning to the suited man he impatiently asked. "Can we get on with it" James shook at the authoritative way Michael spoke even to his friend? It was to late now.
"Here, here, here, here"
The man in the suit pointed to various pages in two separate documents. Michael gave a performance as if he was reading them. It was clear he wasn't but he wanted to draw out the agony of the man who was at his feet. He knew exactly what the papers said, after all he had written one of them himself, and the other well he trusted his lawyer friend who had made sure it was legally watertight. He took a pen and signed with a flourish.
"Now you" The papers were handed to James. His hand shook, he knew that there had been many opportunities to stop this the final chance to back up had gone. He knew that if he wanted the life that he yearned for he had no choice signing them was his only option. There was no point in reading them ,like Michael he knew exactly what each one contained and what his signature meant. He took a deep breath and signed his name beneath that of Michael. He placed the pen back on the table and smiled, before lowering his head. He wanted to speak but knew he couldn't just yet.
"Gentlemen, as witnesses": The two men signed the forms quickly.
"Well, then guys, it looks as if I'm not only a home owner I'm also a slave owner. He spat in James's face and gave it a hard slap."
"Congratulations Michael, you lucky bastard"
Although this had been the moment he had been waiting for those words made James shudder, it was of course to late now to turn back the clock his fate was sealed. A year earlier he was living alone and financially secure, with no need to work, Now at the stroke of a pen he had no property, no assets and no freedom. The ownership of his house, moneyed and possessions had all be transferred to Michael, more significantly he had also surrendered total control of his own body and will. Michael was now his Master. James was no more he was now Jimmy or Slave, and despite his reservations he couldn't be happier
Master Michael was holding a bottle of vintage champagne, a bottle that his slave had bought a five years earlier in readiness for a big celebration. Although tonight was a great occasion, it wasn't the celebration that James had in mind when he bought it,
The three guest lifted their glasses and drank a toast, downing their glasses in one. "The future" Michael lifted a fourth glass. And again emptied it, then spat the contents in James's face. "There you go slave. I don't want people to think I'm not generous to you. But don't get used to it. Now get down and take care of those boots"
James eagerly returned to worshipping his Master's boots, a pair of Wesco's paid for by James that had arrived a week earlier. Their arrival were a sign that the change that James had been so eager to begin was getting closer.
Finally after an hour of serving all three of his Master's guests they left. Master and slave were alone in the house. Michael rubbed his hands in glee. He was a Home owner, and a mortgage free one at that, all thank to an advert on the internet that he answered a year earlier. If he hadn't been so preoccupied in ensuring that his Master's boots were perfectly clean the slave would also have had time to consider the change in circumstances, but all he could think of as his Master's right leg rest on his back as he worshipped the left boot was how pleased he was that he had placed that advert looking for a lodger.