The Newby

THE NEWBY

Part Five

By Arthur

For a full list of other stories by "Arthur", you can use the "Prolific Authors" link on the front page of "nifty.org".

These include stories in the sections of "Adult/Youth" "Young Friends" "Authoritarian" "Fantasy/ SiFi"

Erotica is not pornography; it is the thought and intent that creates the desire to fulfill a dream.

Please note, the email address in earlier stories is now redundant, to make contact with the author please use the following address;

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Roger's body began to disappear into the darkness before me, from close by came a small rustling sound and, as I turned to look behind me, I saw Sam's naked frame settle into a kneeling position on the floor, his hands clasped behind his head as it pressed closely against the cold hard floor.

"What are you doing, Sam?"

"Master, I can not enter until Master Roger allows me to."

Before I could answer Sam, a disembodied voice echoed from the dark room.

"He's right this time Peter, leave him there for now, come on in."

At the sound of the invitation the light in the room became lighter, not enough to show the entire room, but enough to enable me to see where I was walking. The hidden lights gave the room a cold hollow feeling as I moved into it.

Again the hidden voice echoed through the room.

"Straight down to the end Peter, I'd turn up the lights but I want you to get a feel for the place, it's going to be a part of you soon."

Finally my eyes began to adjust to the low level of the lights, while nothing could be clearly seen, the shadowy outlines of strange furniture set around the perimeter of the area set my mind racing into a realm of fantasy.

I lost count of the number of steps it took for me to at last come close enough to Roger to make out his vague shape in the murky room.

"So, what do you think, Peter?"

"It's huge, how big is it really?"

"This big."

With those words, Roger set the lights on full; the sheer size of the room staggered me as I turned to look back where I had come from. The area was big enough to start up a small car factory, the room was over thirty meters long and at least fifteen meters wide, all I could do was gasp as the full size became apparent.

The outlines of the furniture I had seen in the dimness were now stark and scary as I saw for the first time what they truly were. Large wooden fixtures resembling ancient forms of torture, crosses, tables with cold hard steel clasps fitted on them, more tables with unusual wooden winches at each end and ropes laying on their flat surfaces. A steel upright box, much like the sarcophagi of the old Egyptians when they buried their dead rulers. Small black steel cages lined the wall behind Roger, no more than dog boxes in size with large padlocks on the small doors and steel shackles fitted to the bars.

All four walls were covered with cold grey stones hung at different intervals with shackles and chains. Behind the cages were five large showerheads slowly dripping water onto the stone floor in a monotone of solitude.

To my left, mounted at waist height, were a line of thick heavy wooden cabinets, their doors solid and appeared to be hand hewn, the hasps of the locks fitted with large black bolts. Along the center of the twelve foot high ceiling ran an eighteen inch steel beam, three small power winches sat at intervals along it's length.

Fear began to churn in my stomach as I looked at the unfamiliar fittings spread around the room of horror. A deep chuckle came from behind me as I surveyed the stark room.

"So what do you think of my little play room, Peter?"

"Can I be honest, Roger?"

"I wouldn't want it any other way Peter."

"It scares the fuck out of me, sorry for the language. I've never seen anything like this, not even in my wildest dreams."

Roger chuckled again, the sound echoing around the stone walls.

"Like I told you Peter, it's all a matter of mind games. Now don't get me wrong, all this gear gets, well used to get, full use. This is where I made my money to buy my properties."

"You made money in here?"

"Yes, this building was the one left to me by my mentor, the dungeon was his, he taught me how to use it, just like I hope to teach you. I had a very good client base and some of them are still available so you will start off with a few that understand what's needed."

"You think I can do all this stuff?"

"Yes Peter, you're already a Master in your own right, example, Sam, all this is what you're going to need to maintain the properties and continue to build your own empire when I'm gone."

"But I don't have a clue what to do with all this stuff."

"By the time this week is finished, you'll know all you need to. In the cabinet behind me are all the manuals you will ever need on how to use and maintain everything in here, as well as your boy probably knows nearly as much as I do. You were a lucky young man when you decided to help him."

"Roger, seriously, I don't know if I can do stuff to other people, I mean, just once with Sam and I lost it completely."

"Believe me Peter, deep inside you is a Master waiting to get out, as far as your self control goes, I'll teach you how to control it, it's not as big a secret as you may think."

"Here take this."

Roger held out a large old fashioned key, taking it in my hand, I felt the weight of it pressing into my palm.

"That cabinet over there, open it up and take which ever whip you feel like, I want to show you how much Dominance you really have."

"But I haven't a clue about whips."

"Don't worry about the fine points, just get one that feels good in your hand."

I turned to the cabinet Roger had indicated and, with an unsteady hand, shakily placed the old key into the lock, a dry raspy sound came from the lock as I turned the key and with a trembling hand, pulled open the heavy wooden doors.

The cabinet was about four feet tall and wide, its depth was deceiving but I guessed it to be about two feet. The doors squeaked open on dry hinges, the sound filling the room as I watched with bated breath as the inner secrets revealed themselves to my staring eyes.

From somewhere, deep in my belly, came a spark of something I have never felt before as I got the first scent of oiled leather and my eyes took in the contents of the cabinet. Whips, god how many were there, whips of all kinds, short wooden handled ones with a small tongue of leather attached to their ends. Thick leather handles with many strips hanging in long lank threads. Coiled whips of undetermined length and in different colours of leather, their lethal looking ends like the forked tongue of some unearthly snake.

All of them hung there with a malevolence that caused my blood to run cold and sent a shiver of fear through my body but at the same time, I couldn't take my eyes from the power they were invoking deep inside me. A soft voice, not much above a whisper, spoke to me.

"Take one, any one, feel it, let it tell you its story as you run your hand over it, don't be afraid of them, they belong to you, you are their Master, they obey your every command, that one, take that one."

I reached out my hand, noting how my fingers shook, whether in fear or anticipation I didn't know but, at the first touch of the multi tongued whip in my hand, a shot of bright light rocketed skyward, sending sparks of blue and white light to my brain, the sudden feeling of total power making my body tremble with a need to lash out at anything in reach.

The whispering voice again broke through my reveries.

"Here Master Peter, this post, let your hand guide your servant to this post."

Before me stood a thick wooden post, it was set deep into the stone floor and hanging at its top were a pair of open shackles, their position suddenly reminding me that at some time a man could be standing there.

The disembodied voice continued in my ear as I stood looking at the solidity of the pole before me.

"Lift your arm, Master Peter, feel the power in the whip, good, now lay it on hard, leave your mark on the post for everyone to see how strong you are."

The hypnotic voice directed me until, with a cry of frustration, I lashed out hard with the tool in my hand. The sudden loud crack in the silence of the room momentarily stunned me but my hand had already laid back waiting for my command to lash out again.

It was then that I lost all thought or control as I felt the power in my hands, the tool of justice was mine, no one had the right to stop me, I was its Master, I controlled all about me, I owned this tool and this thing standing in front of me, it was all mine, I had all the power, I ruled this place.

Suddenly steel like claws were holding my arm in a rigid grip, a soft voice whispered again in my ear.

"Slow down Master, come back to the here and now, you have all the power you need, now it's time to really control the world around you, feel the softness of your servant, see how he obeys your every wish, see how he lays like a baby in your hands, come back and rule with understanding."

I could feel my eyes bugging out and my breathing was coming in short sharp gasps as the room around me came back into focus. Peters soft calming voice still insistent in my ear.

"That's good Peter, now lower your hand slowly, breathe deeply and let your muscles unwind, you did it, you beat the surge of power we all get the first time. Now you know what it feels like you'll be able to better control it."

As Roger's voice sank into my sodden brain, I became aware of the flashing bright stars that had filled me with power and strength, were now dimming into a soft misty blur of warmth, the surging strength that had flowed through my muscles was now no more than a distant feeling of loss. The tool of power slipped without a sound from my limp hand as my body shuddered in its need for rest.

Roger took me by the arm and steered me towards a heavy, high backed chair, padded with dark brown leather, it's feet firmly planted on the stone floor at the center of the room, Rogers voice broke through my fuzzy brain.

"BOY, Come here now, your Master needs you."

The feel of the chair brought a sense of relief to me just as two small hands began to remove my clothing. A strange stickiness seemed to cover my groin and it was only the soft tongue gently cleaning my manhood that brought me back to reality.

I looked down my exhausted torso to see my boy with his eyes looking up at me; his tongue was carefully cleaning up the discharge I had let go in my pants, had I got so hard and excited that I had cum in my pants without even knowing it? By the look of Sam's small head and tongue working on me there seemed no doubt that I had had an orgasm during my power trip.

I reached down with my hand and gently caressed the head of my little slave boy as he worked with his sparrow tongue to clean me properly, a soft mewing sound came from his lips as I stroked his head and ran my fingers through his hair.

Another shudder ran through me as Sam finished his ministrations, then, with a look of contentment, he laid his head on my lap and sighed, I kept stroking his soft hair as Roger began to speak again.

"This is your Masters chair, Peter, no one else can sit here. This room belongs to you and anything that goes on in here is at your orders only and that includes any other Masters that may be present. Now the reason for this place is so you can carry on training slaves for other Masters, it's not a well-known fact in this city but I've found it is a necessary part of our life style. You'll find that we have a good reputation in this area for well-trained slaves. Your boy is fully familiar with most of the instruments in here and will be a great help to you when you reopen the room. Anything you need to know is written down in the manuals over there in that book case, I want you to try to read as many of them as you can over the next week."

"Roger, what happens if I loose it again like I just did?"

"You won't, you felt it today so now you know what too look out for. Your boy will know how too help you, just remember, he's here for anything you need, make use of him, that's what he's for."

"But all those different whips, I've never had anything to do with that sort of stuff, I don't know if I can even use one of them let alone all of them."

"It's all practice Peter, just put aside a little time each day to practice, one is much like another as far as basic use goes, it's just a matter of developing a technique that gives you the control that you need."

"But what if I hurt someone really badly?"

"That's where your self control comes into it as well as you should never work any boy without a safe word, that's his means of keeping himself from permanent harm."

"Safe word?"

"Yes, give the boy a word to use if things get too much for him, it's a word that you must at all times obey for his, and a lot of times, your own protection."

"And if I don't take notice of it?"

"Ah yes, well, then you loose you reputation and your means of income as well as the possibility of criminal charges if the boy is badly damaged."

"A little like self regulating?"

"Yes, that's it. Right Peter, lets go back upstairs, I'm sure this has been enough of an introduction for you for one day and you will need to shower and clean up."

I nodded my head in agreement and rose to my feet, Sam immediately jumped up and ran to a tall cupboard in the corner, returning in seconds with a fine dark maroon robe, which he held out for me to slip my arms into and pull around my body. The feeling of the silk against my bare skin gave me an instantly comfortable sense of being in charge.

Sam tied the belt tightly around my waist then stepped back behind my shoulder as I followed Roger out of this cold, stone lined dungeon with its dark hidden memories of past events. The hum and warmth of the elevator was a welcome change after the last hour and the feeling of Sam's small body pressed against mine in the closeness of the lift gave me the comfort I needed to readjust my thinking.

Once back in the sumptuous lounge of Roger's apartment I followed Sam into the bathroom and then, once he had started the three nozzled shower; stepped under it to let the hot water wash away my doubts and fears.

Sam's hands began their work on my naked body as the water pounded my skin with a hundred fingers of pleasure. The softness of his hands brought a tingling to my body and with no apparent effort I began to feel the stiffening of my shaft again. Somehow, without another thought, I placed my hand on Sam's head and pushed him towards my now fully erect member.

The warmth of his open mouth sent a shiver through me as he swallowed me in one smooth action until I felt the muscles of his throat working their magic, there was no other movement of his head as he stayed buried to my pubic hair, only the constrictions of his throat massaging me with a technique that was sending me into wild gyrations of ecstasy as I leant back onto the wall of the shower.

The closer I got to the peak and the more the tingling in my groin increased, the more the feeling of power overcame me until as my legs and torso went into their usual rigid mode when I was about too cum, I thrust with all my strength and need into the waiting warm depths that surrounded my shaft.

My hands surrounded the young head below me and held it tight as I sent my juices as deep into him as I could reach, the writhing and tossing of the head meant nothing as Sam tried to swallow and at the same time breath as I assaulted his open throat.

With a mind shattering shudder and a deep gasping breath, I finally came to my senses just as my boy began to turn blue in the face from lack of oxygen; his eyes bulged with the need of his lungs as I wilted in his mouth.

Heavy rasping breaths racked his small frame as he attempted to regain equilibrium after the pounding I had given his slender neck. The glaze covering my eyes cleared as I came down from his induced high, his selfless act in fulfilling my needs had nearly resulted in me causing him injury. Had I really reduced myself to an abuser, the one thing I had never been a part of.

Sam's colour returned as knelt on the floor of the shower gasping for breath, then with a look of satisfaction in his young eyes, he looked up into my face and smiled.

"Thank you Master."

"What?"

"Thank you Master, for letting me service your needs, may I finish washing you now?"

"Uhm, uhh, yeah, thanks Sam, you sure you're ok?"

"Of course Master, it was no more than my duty too you."

"But I could have hurt you."

"If that is your wish Master."

"No Sam, no, I couldn't do that too you."

"If you must Master, then you must, I'm only your slave Master."

What else could I do but reach for him and bring him close to my chest, hugging him tightly as I ran my hands down his naked back, the soft purring started again from his lips as I rubbed gently up and down. How could this small boy let me abuse him in such a way for no more than my own satisfaction?

Soft words whispered from his delicate lips as he lay resting against my chest.

"It's ok Master, I'm fine, let me finish cleaning you so you can relax with Master Roger."

In a daze I released his slender body and rested back against the wall as he completed washing me and then, when I had stepped out of the shower, let him dry me, my skin was buffed by his hands until I tingled all over from his attentions.

Sam held the gown for me to slide into and then took his place as I made my way back to where Roger was waiting for us.

"Feel better Peter?"

"Yes, yes thank you Roger."

"By the sound of things that boy hasn't lost his touch."

I felt the blush rising on my cheeks as Roger chuckled at my discomfort.

"Don't worry about it Peter, it's what he's there for, he knows his duty too you."

The blush got hotter as Sam knelt down by my side, the tension was rapidly leaving my body as the full effect of the mornings events receded, was this too much to soon? Who the hell knew, it was all so new to me, the amount that I had to learn, I now started to realize, had begun to sink into my stupefied senses.

"I think you better send your boy to get something for you to drink and a snack would be a good idea as well, Peter."

"Yes, thanks Roger. Sam do as Master Roger said."

"Yes Master."

Sam rose and left the room as Roger turned to me again.

"Well that was quite a lot on your first day, wouldn't you say Peter?"

"Yes, a lot, do you really think I can handle all this Roger?"

"Not a doubt in my mind Peter, if there was, you wouldn't be sitting here now. I know there's a lot for you to learn yet but I have full confidence in you, by next week you will be in the full swing of it all. I'm going to give you a number of the manuals to look through, they'll help a lot, but in the end it all comes down to practice."

"Yes I can see that, it's just all so new and strange for my first day."

"Don't let it get on top of you Peter, you have an asset that few others have and that's the boy, he is more devoted to you than I've ever seen a slave before, you have something deep inside you that he trusts, anything you're not sure of just ask him, he knows a lot more than he would let on to others, don't let his age fool you, he's as smart as a tack and believes in you."

"Uhm, well if you're sure I can do it, then I'm game, I just don't want to be a disappointment to you after all you tried to do for me."

"No fear of that Peter, I've always prided myself on judging people and I'm positive I've got you pegged right. You'll see, you have it inside you Peter. Now there's only one other thing you need to know at this stage."

"What's that Roger?"

"How to run an auction."

"Auction, what the hell for?"

"It's part of the business you're in."

"Auctioning what?"

"Slaves of course, look, don't worry about it just now, relax and rest, look over the manuals tonight and we'll get together again tomorrow morning and go over a few things. Peter, I know you can do this, it's in you to be a great master and trainer, if it wasn't then the boy would have felt it and not wanted to stay with you. As I said before, he's very rarely wrong about people, it's how he has survived since he was little, trust him and trust his instincts, he'll never let you down."

I sat watching Roger as the numbness in my head tried to clear until a soft word by my shoulder brought the room back into focus and my breath hissed softly out of my lungs.

"Master, your drink and some food."

Sam stood beside me with a glass and plate in his hands as he waited for me to return to normality, the tumbling events of the day finally settling into my consciousness and the realization that Roger was probably right in his assumptions of my desires.

So much to learn, so many things to get control of, was I really up to a challenge of this magnitude, at nineteen could I truly live up to the expectations that Roger had set out, well I had nothing else at this stage and deep down I felt the challenge of my new situation and I wasn't going to back out now. It was going to be a case of go for broke and the devil take the hind most, all I had to loose was my sanity or at worst, my freedom.

Sam settled down beside me again and after looking up at me with his beautiful eyes, as though for permission, he laid his head on my bare thigh and sighed deeply as a small smile flitted across his lips.

Roger looked over at us with a smile of satisfaction on his lips.

"You see Peter, he knows you're the right one."

"Looks like I have no option but to give it my best try, Roger."

"Good for you Peter, I'm sure you won't regret it, it can be a bit tough at times, but the rewards are far better than working nine to five at some inane job."

"Thanks again Roger, I'll try to live up to your expectations and make your business successful."

"It's not my business any more Peter, from next week it'll be yours, oh ok, I'll get my, ahh, pension from it all, but the rest is yours to do as you want, that's my legacy, I'm just passing on what was given to me when I had nothing, I hope when your time is close that you can find someone like yourself to keep it all going."

"I give you my promise Roger, I'll try to keep it all going and then pass it on just like you're doing."

"Good enough for me Peter, now lets have something with a bight in it to celebrate our good fortunes, would you ask your boy to get us a drink, scotch for me and whatever you would like, oh and here's the keys for your car, before I forget them."

I reached out my hand to grab the keys as he tossed them gently towards me; the flash of a blue and white badge on the key ring caught my eye, I looked down at the familiar badge of a B.M.W. sitting in my hand.

"Roger, you can't!!!!"

"Why not, I don't use it, besides you have got to look as though you run the business, it's all to do with the impression you leave on others Peter, now take the damn thing and enjoy. Now where's that drink?"

Before I could call, Sam was standing in front of us with a silver tray in his delicate hands, two long glasses filled to the brim, sat in the center.

As Roger reached for his glass he smiled up at Sam and then over to me.

"Didn't I tell you he was a good boy Peter?"

At his words, Sam beamed out a smile to light up the room before kneeling beside me with the tray in his hands as he waited for me to take my own glass. I patted him on the head as I answered Roger.

"Yes you did Roger, and he is. Thank you Sam."

I took the glass and Sam bowed low then shuffled close beside me to wait for his next duty. Two days in the city and I had a job and accommodation as well as a fancy car to drive and a slave boy to look after me, for a country boy this was a great way to start your life, I hoped it wasn't some shitty dream that I was going to wake from in the morning.

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