THE NEWBY
Part Six
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.
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The email address in earlier stories is now redundant and is replaced with.
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Roger continued to discuss with me his business interests and what he was leaving for me to carry on, the sheer amounts of money involved startled me, especially the amount he had been making from his slave interests.
The sun had long disappeared as I watched Sam clearing away the last of the dinner setting on the table; Roger sat back with a large glass of Cognac in his hand, a content and relaxed look on his face.
"Are you sure you won't have a Cognac, Peter?"
"No thanks Roger, I think the two glasses of wine were enough for me, I have to drive us back to the hotel yet."
"Ok, by the way, if you do get stopped by the cops, tell them to call Inspector Davies to check the registration number of the car, he was a good slave young Davies, he might like to come over to you if he hasn't found someone worthy yet."
Even I was aware of the shock in my voice.
"An inspector of Police was one of your slaves?"
Roger let a deep chuckle escape from his lips as he answered.
"Yes Peter, he was a very good slave, was introduced by his boss, another good slave of mine."
"Really Roger, you had two top cops as slaves?"
"Yes, also three Judges, five Lawyers, two Doctors, an Investment Banker and a number of very wealthy business men, not bad for a guy off the streets, eh?"
"But...but, those are all very powerful men, why would they want to be slaves, I mean, I can sort of understand Sam a little, wanting to be looked after because of his situation, but those guys have all the power they ever needed."
"That's just it Peter, they feel a need sometimes to justify that very power, it seems to have something to do with their inner guilt, by becoming someone else's slave they feel as though they have cleansed them selves, it all has to do with the way they view their own importance in society, I'm not really sure how it works but, what ever it is they have come in very handy over the years, especially the investment banker."
Roger smiled broadly at the last comment as I sat in a daze at this latest revelation. My mind became a turmoil of thought as the latest information sank in, all these powerful men liked to be humiliated and beaten just to satisfy some strange desire to repent for that very power. Rogers voice broke into my reveries as the facts raced around inside as I tried to make head or tail of it all.
"Well Peter, it's getting late and that boy of yours will need some comforting in your bed by now, he's been drooling precum for the last hour at least, mind you, I'd keep him like that for another day or two but as he's new to you it might be a good idea to give him a good hard screwing tonight, makes them feel needed when they are new to you."
I couldn't help a chuckle at Rogers comment despite the torrent of facts and data running madly inside my head.
"Oh, and if that lazy sleaze bag at the Hotel gives you any trouble, fire his ass out of there on the spot, it will only take a phone call to replace him by morning."
"Thanks Roger, I'll keep that in mind."
"Good, well then Master Peter, it's been a great pleasure for me, I know now that I've picked the right man for the job, remember, your boy is on your side and can help with a lot of the things you will need to learn, anything else and you call me on my private number any time of the day or night."
"I don't know how to thank you for your trust Roger, it's all been a bit much to take in."
"Don't worry about it Peter, you just continue on the business and make it better, that's all the thanks I need."
"I'll certainly give it my best shot Master Roger, thank you for everything, I'll see you in the morning, by the way, what time is best for you tomorrow?"
"Any time is good Master Peter, but it's best after 10 am, gives me a chance to feel lazy. Well good night and good luck, don't forget to leave your mark on that boy, or in him, which ever works out best."
Rogers smile matched my own as I laid an arm over Sam's slim shoulder and turned towards the door of the elevator.
"Good night Master Roger, and thank you again."
"Think nothing of it Master Peter, I know I've made the right decision and that's all I ever wanted."
I nodded my understanding at Roger and entered the lift as Sam stood aside for me. As soon as the doors hissed closed, I wrapped my arms around Sam and drew him into my body, slowly rubbing his slender back as he wrapped his arms around my waist and nuzzled into my chest.
"Thank you Sam, for taking me to Master Roger, it looks like we have a job and a home after all."
"Yes Master, I'm happy he chose you, Master Roger has been searching for the right man for a long time, I knew he would like you."
"How did you know, Sam?"
"Just a feeling I had, Master, it's something inside me that said you were the right one."
I hugged my small boy a little tighter as the elevator descended to the basement car park, once there; Sam took the lead and showed me the way to a car with a white linen cover thrown over it.
"Master, this is your car, I don't think it has been used in some time as Master Roger has not gone out much over the past four years."
I reached for the cover, Sam spoke again.
"Let me Master, you'll get all dusty."
"Ok Sam, get the cover off and lets see what we've got."
"Yes Master."
Sam made quick work of the cover and while there was a little dust, it wasn't enough to have got me dirty; the look of satisfaction on his face was enough to make me smile down at him. Under the cover was the highly polished, steel grey surface of a 323i, two door BMW coupe, not a single scratch or finger mark could be seen on the surface.
The car looked as though it had just come off the show room floor, even the tires gleamed with a new car shine, after hitting the security button on the key-ring and opening the door, I glanced at the speed odometer, it read 1245 kilometers, the car was not even run in yet, the heady smell of new leather was inhaled into my nostrils as I slid into the form fitting seat behind the steering wheel.
Sam stood patiently outside the passenger door waiting for me to let him in, I nodded my head and he seemed to leap into the seat without opening the door, a cheeky grin spread across his face as he looked over at me.
"What are you grinning at Boy?"
"You Master, this car fits you like a glove, it's a good sign and I feel like I'm home at last."
"Ok, well we'll see how much at home you are when I get you in bed later."
"Yes please Master, thank you Master."
The eagerness in his voice brought a smile to my lips as I turned the key in the ignition, the deep purr of the highly tuned engine filled the empty car park, I placed my hand on the gear shift and pushed it into first gear, the smoothness of the gear box almost unnoticeable as I eased out the clutch, all BMW's should be manuals, auto's seem to take away something from a car like this one.
The drive back to the hotel was uneventful as I took it a little slower than I might have in any other type of car and to get fully familiar with the handling abilities of a Beemer. Sam directed me around the back of the hotel where the garage was, in the doorway stood the sleazy rumpled figure of Simon, a tight lipped grin on his face, it was obvious that Rogers words had made a new man out of his attitude.
As I drove the car inside, Simon closed the doors and quickly came to open my door for me, at his first sight of Sam in his new leather-wear, Simon did a small double take and hissed out his breath like a snake testing the air for prey.
"Looks good, doesn't he Simon?"
"Yes Sir, I must say it is the best I have ever seen him, such a sweetie your boy is."
"And he stays that way Simon, from now on anything he asks for you give him, ok?"
"Yes Sir, of course Sir."
"Good, now where is my new room?"
"Through here Sir, the elevator on the left is set for your room only, just press the Up button and the lift takes you to your lounge."
"Thank you Simon, by the way, tomorrow morning I'll expect to see you at the desk when I leave and do something about your dress sense, you look like a brothel keeper."
"Yes Sir."
I stepped into the lift followed closely by Sam, the feeling of power coursing through my veins at the subservience of Simon, it seemed all so easy now that Roger had laid it out for me. My hand stretched out for Sam's as the lift began to slow and then stop with a soft sigh, the doors slid open to reveal my new room.
This was opulence on a grand scale, the room appeared to take up the entire floor of the hotel, six large soft arm chairs surrounded a dark grey carpet, the pile must have been at least two inches deep, a large marble coffee table sat in the middle of the room.
Around the walls were fine pieces of artwork and small pieces of china and ornaments, the lighting was subdued and the tubes concealed in the off white painted walls, the room exuded warmth and comfort.
At the far wall was a glass sheet from floor to ceiling and corner-to-corner; the vista of the city below spread out like a thousand Xmas trees, a murmur of distant traffic came up from the street below the window as I stared in disbelief at the view around me.
The sound of zippers made me turn my head to watch Sam as he dropped his leather shorts to the floor then, stooping from the waist, he picked them up and proceeded to fold them carefully and place them on a small side table by the lift door with his jacket.
The bands of black leather around his ankles, wrists and neck now only accentuated his nakedness; my reaction was immediate and need no second thoughts from my libido. Sam turned towards me with a smile from ear to ear; his steel encased boyhood appeared to throb as I watched with fascination at the beauty of him.
"Come here my boy."
"Yes Master"
"Stand up on the table."
Sam jumped like a gazelle onto the coffee table as I went towards him.
"Spread your legs a little."
Sam widened his legs a few inches and stood waiting patiently for me. Taking out the key Roger had given me, I placed it into the lock of his chastity device and turned, the soft click and then the weight of the implement in my hand assured me of my boys freedom and the sigh he let out brought a smile to my own lips.
"Feel better Sam?"
"Thank you Master."
"You don't like this thing, do you Sam?"
"No Master, it's too tight and makes my things feel real heavy."
"Yes I thought it looked uncomfortable on you. Tell you what I'll do Sam, I'm going to leave this off you as long as you never try to cum without my permission, ok?"
"Oh yes Master, thank you Master."
"But! If you just once try to play with your self or I think you aren't trying to please me enough, then, this goes back on for a month, never to come off until the month is up and that includes for washing your self, Deal?"
"Yes Master, If I ever do anything to my self without your permission, I promise to bring the chastity to you myself, so you can lock me up again."
"Good boy Sam, I'll keep you to that deal."
"Thank you Master, now Master, what do you want me to do?"
"Go to the bathroom and clean yourself inside and out, then go to the bedroom and wait for me."
"Yes master."
Like a flash of white light, Sam disappeared into what I assumed was the bathroom, he obviously knew this room from earlier experience, the only other door must lead to the bedroom as I could see a nice kitchenette set out on the left of the huge lounge.
As I heard the sound of water running in the bathroom I decided to look around my new room, on one wall stood and entertainment cabinet, all the doors were closed but once opened they disclosed a good set up of video, TV and sound equipment.
Beside the wall unit stood another heavy cabinet and, on opening it, I found a fully stocked bar, life was definitely looking up for this country boy. Inspecting the kitchen I found the cupboards full and the refrigerator well stocked with what looked like top quality cuts of fresh meat and a plentiful supply of fresh vegetables.
I'm not a fancy cook, but my time in the foster home had given me the ability to set out a good solid home cooked meal, the rest of our stay here was going to be a lot more enjoyable now that Roger had given the orders.
I returned to the lounge area and poured out a nice long Bacardi and coke topped off with a good helping of ice. Lowering myself into the luxury of one of the chairs, I pulled out a cigarette, placed my feet on the coffee table and took a long cold sip of my drink. The sound of the water stopping in the bathroom told me Sam had finished as I dragged on my cigarette and blew the smoke out in a long slow cloud.
`Welcome home Master Peter, yes this was how I wanted to be, lord of my domain, a free drink, a relaxed smoke, a comfortable chair and my very own slave boy, who said the city was a hard place to live in?'
At the sound of pattering feet I opened my eyes just in time to see the most delightful sight of two small round globes disappearing into what I assumed was the bedroom.
`Do I go in now, or, should I make him wait? Ahh, all these decisions, so difficult for one so young.'
A smile grew across my face as I took another deep swallow of my cold drink. I looked down at my groin and grinned wildly at the thoughts of what was waiting to pleasure me when I was ready.
`That was it, that was the whole nitty gritty of my new situation, when I was ready, no more waiting for Them, to tell me what to do, now it was, When I'm ready.'
I got to my feet and refilled my glass, my desire for the boy waiting for had not wilted any but I had a feeling that it was the right thing to do by making him wait for me, I sank back into the chair and lit another cigarette.
`Plenty of time, no need to hurry, he's my boy and will wait all night if I want it that way.'
When I had finally poured my third drink, I walked casually into the bedroom to see what my special boy was doing, he stood in the center of the room in his present position, stock still and rigid, his eyes never wavered as I entered a stepped up close to him. His slim four inches immediately sprang to attention as I stroked his small nipples.
"Feel good boy?"
Sam stood rigidly waiting for something, damn that's right, got to give the orders.
"Speak boy."
"Yes Master, very good Master."
"Do you want to stroke yourself boy? Speak."
"No Master."
"Why not boy? Speak."
"Because everything I have belongs to you Master, it is not mine to plat with Master."
"Ok stay as you are, I'm going for another drink."
It was hard to turn away from this boy and his raging little nail, but I had to test myself as well as him, as Roger said.
"If you can't control yourself then you have no right to control your boy."
I took my chair again after refilling my glass, the buzz of the Bacardi was giving me a sense of well-being and the cigarette was relaxing me more and more. The distant continuous hum of the night- time traffic became soporific and my eyes became heavy as I settled back into the comfort of the chair, my head fell back against the headrest.
A sharp searing pain ran through my fingers as I jumped up from the chair, had I just dozed off? What the hell was that smell? Fuck, double fuck, the cigarette lay on the carpet as it began to burn a small hole in the luxurious piling.
Damn, too much Bacardi and too much excitement, must have dozed off. I stooped unsteadily in my half asleep state, and retrieved the burning butt; placing it in the ashtray I shook my head to clear away the fog.
`Better not try that one again, stupid.'
`Sam! Damn forgot about him, how long has it been? Better go look at him, poor kid must be tired by now.'
I walked on slightly unsteady legs toward the bedroom, first glance told me all I needed to know, Sam stood as I had left him, still unmoving and solid, only his little thin nail had moved to a stage of droop but the rest of him was exactly the same, his eyes stared at some far away place as he waited patiently for his Master to return.
"Come and undress me Sam, then hop into the bed and warm it up for me."
"Yes Master."
With no sign of strain or pain, Sam came to me and began to undo my belt and jeans, once they were free he knelt and slipped them over my feet and then stood to remove my shirt. His hands moved with practiced ease as he stripped me naked in seconds.
With a deep bow he jumped into the bed and began to wriggle around like a little ferret trying to warm every part of the huge king sized bed, I stood watching him with amusement, this little boy of mine really took his duty seriously.
"That's enough, lay still and let me get in there with you."
Sam flipped over onto his back in the middle of the bed and smiled up at me as I climbed in beside him, his beautiful face was fresh and almost begging as I lay down close to him.
"Come over here Sam and see if you can keep me awake for a while."
The smoothness of his young skin as he slid over my thighs and settled between my legs, was enough to have me hard and ready before his mouth sank over the hot flesh and swallowed me to the root.
Sam's throat muscles worked their magic as he lifted his head until I was barely inside his hot mouth, his tousled head lifted a fraction, and, as he peeked at me from under his thin eyebrows, he slowly lowered his mouth once again.
The light suction and heat of his mouth felt as though they were moving at only a millimeter at a time, the eroticism of his slow movement drove all other thoughts from my mind. I became entranced by the slow sinuous writhing of his slender back muscles as his head sank again to my pubic region.
I was not going to last long if he kept up the steady slow movements, there was only one thing to do and the answer was laying right in front of my eyes, two creamy white globes, no bigger than my cupped hands, seemed to beg me to feel them from the inside.
"Enough, Sam, turn over on your stomach and spread your legs a little."
In a second there was a slight popping sound and then a flash of white skin as my boy spun himself over onto his stomach, his globes now held a little higher as he realized what was to come. His arms were at an angle to his shoulders as though he was gripping some invisible handholds; his head lay facing me and showed a broad happy smile.
I rolled over on top of him, resting my elbows on the bed so as to not put all my weight on him, his tight small butt lifted slightly as he felt me settle over him. My shaft found its way into the thin narrow crack between the globes, it was then that the real heat of his slender young body made itself known in all its glory.
There could be no waiting; I had to be buried deeply inside this human oven. To my surprise, as I pushed my glans closer to his waiting reservoir, I felt a slipperiness between his cheeks, had he known that tonight I needed to be inside him? Had he just hoped it would happen and had lubed himself in readiness? It didn't matter, he was ready and I was long past the point where I wanted to the why or reason for anything.
I felt the movement of his sanctum and pushed inward, the smoothness of the entry was better than I expected, the ring of muscle closed around me with practiced ease and all I could think of was to bury myself as deep as I could go.
With no further though I pushed forward until I was buried so deeply that the hairs of my groin were grinding against his smooth white skin, a guttural grunt came from the body underneath me and the heat inside sent away any dreams of making this, my first time to be inside anyone, male or female, last any length of time.
I pulled back with an urgency that made me lose my hot resting place, two small hands reached behind me and with a death grip, pulled me forcefully back inside the oven until I was again smashing his white globes with my pubic bone.
The grunt this time was more of a heavy sigh as I bottomed out, it was too much for me and I lifted up on my hands and bent my knees to get a better purchase on the loose bed covers, I pulled out and drove back with all the strength in my hips.
A hissing came from my boy as I drove into him, this was far better than I thought it would be and the compliant nature of Sam just drove me onward. Sweat was beginning to run down my face as I sank my shaft time after time deeply into his slim little butt, the obscenity of the moment was totally lost as my need to fill my boy took over all further thoughts.
My heart began to pound with the same rhythm as my hips, my breath was now short sharp gasps as my rod began to inflate far beyond what I thought it was capable of, then, with a shower of flashing lights deep in my brain, I sent what seemed like every ounce of moisture I had in my body, deep into the tight little oven.
Sam bucked and writhed as he moaned my name over and over again, my ejaculation never seemed to stop as I tried to push deeper than was possible in his slender body. It was like the first rush of power I had felt when I had the whip in my hand.
Suddenly the tension ran out of me as though a switch had been thrown and I collapsed with all my weight onto the body below me, this time the grunt was a little louder but I was to far gone to heed it.
The miasmic mist of orgasm slowly receded and I could feel Sam's little body under me, not a sound of complaint or a movement of discomfort, he lay there waiting for me to make the first move. While I'm no heavy weight, I would have outweighed Sam by a good 50 pounds so he must be feeling the effect by now as I didn't know how long I had lay there on top of him.
Reaching under his hips, I pulled him further onto my semi deflated shaft and turned onto my side taking him with me, a small adjustment and he was neatly spooned into my abdomen while I was still buried as deep as I could be inside him.
Sam sighed and I felt his two thin arms wrap themselves over my own as my head lowered to nuzzle the back of his neck. I let on hand fall down to his rigid nail and felt the slickness covering his small rod.
"Sam did you cum?"
"No Master, it is only my precum, but I was so close Master that my precum just kept running out of me. You were truly awesome Master, it's never felt so good before."
"Well I'm not soft yet, I think a little rest and I'll see if I can do you again, you feel good and hot as well as very slippery now."
I smiled as he wriggled closer to my groin and I thrust a little into him again just to let him know I wasn't finished.
"Thank you Master, I love the way you use me."
"I'm not finished yet my boy, tell me in the morning how you feel after I've got rid of a few years worth of pent up juices."
"Yes Master, I'm sure I will be nicely full bY morning."
"Of that you can be sure Sam."
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