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i returned home, dealt with a few work emails, and sent Master M, the required shots to prove i was still looked. It occurred to me that this was not an attempt by Master M to monitor my obedience. He had the key after all, it was merely a way for me to demonstrate that i had accepted my status.
In response to my 4pm photo, Master M sent me a message.
Enjoy your lunch? Thing.
Yes Sir, it tasted amazing.
Glad to hear it, there's more of that ahead.
Yes Sir.
Sooner than you think too. Sam will explain all when you meet him.
Final question - did you see any dick when serving your Trainers today.
Yes Sir.
Thought so, not what I had planned as part of your training but it can't be helped. Perhaps I need to be more explicit with my orders. I dId not intend you to see any dick for at least the first six weeks of your training. I'll have to think of a way of punishing the three of you. Don't go to see Sam until 9pm tonight. Make sure you do so on an empty stomach.
9pm came round, I was ravenous time for my evening visit to see Trainer Sam. He looked different since my lunchtime service. His shoulder length black hair had been shaved, his usual sneery face looked as if it was controlling some discomfort.
Following him in to the training room i wondered what he had in store.
He lifted his T-shirt , i noticed for the first time that Trainer Sam had pierced nipples, both heavy gauge, from each of them hung a tiny weight. This explained the look of discomfort. Above the left pec a tattoo : Master M's boy. Master M is not happy, we should not have shown you are dicks, I've had to shave my hair off as punishment.
Unsure at what my reaction should be, i gave a kind of sympathetic shrug. It made me realise how lucky i was, it also gave me hope. I'd not fully appreciated the power that Master M had over others, that quite dominant Men were happy to serve and submit, and be his boys. Here was i a pathetic locked thing, serving one of them.
Trainer Sam continued, no piss for you to drink tonight. I've been instructed to give you this. A tub of the instant oats. Apparently you liked it so much at lunchtime, He's decided to give you a second helping. I pissed in it at 7pm, it should be as congealed as fuck, but it's your dinner.
He lifted a spoon full piss soaked oats and put it towards my lips. Open up. I hesitated, was he going to actually spoon feed me.
I said open. Eat. Now.
I had no choice.
Now chew, and savour the taste.
Swallow
Say Thank You Trainer Sam.
I thanked him.
He lifted up the spoon
Open,
Eat
Chew
Swallow
Say Thank you.
This cycle continued until the tub was empty. He ensured the final bits of oat were captured by wiping his forefinger around it, then he forced it down my throat, just far enough that my gag reflex almost engaged.
"Control that reflex, remember anything that you puke up with need to be eaten again."
The amount of willpower it took not to puke was mammoth, it hit me that it was less the fear of having to re-eat the oats,but more of an inner desire to obey the orders from a superior.
Trainer Sam's finger remained half way down my throat for the next couple of minutes, looking into his deep dark eyes, i could not held but realise how handsome He was. His arrogant sneer was suddenly a benevolent smile, as if He was taking care of me .
"You might hate this now, but you'll get used to it, training isn't meant to be easy." He removed his finger wiped it against my cheek and said.
"You are doing well, He's very satisfied. There will be more challenges before He makes his decision"
I looked up at him.
"Thank You, Sir"
Now head home. You need to sleep. Dom won't be here tomorrow. Take the morning off.As it was his dick you saw first he's been subject to a hard caning session, he won't be in a position to walk for at least 24 hours. But don't worry, he left you his piss. Take it home for the morning.
I walked home realising that all had eaten that day was, Master M's cigar ash, and three tubs of porridge oats, made with piss. I was hungry and wondered what was in the flat to eat.
I got to my front door, outside there was a large parcel. From M M it said.
I opened the door , looked inside, it was a huge bag of oats.
A note attached read.
Thing,
You are progressing well, but it's time I took more control, from now on your breakfast will consist of 100g of oats made with piss. Use what Sam handed you when you left the gym. It will be ready tomorrow.
I went to bed, my head buzzing, and for the first time since the morning that I allowed Master M into my home, i wanted to wank, My dick was fighting against its metal cage, begging for release. Even the vilest thought would not help it go down, i feared it would erupt if this continued. My only solution was to fill a pint glass with water and ice, and plunge my dick in it. I winced at the coledness, but it was effective my dick returned to normal. Normal now being a tiny shrivelled piece of flesh. I relaxed and fell asleep.
The next morning, i woke, feeling sad that not only would i not be seeing Master M, that it would be the evening before i had a proper sense to serve a superior. Then i went into the kitchen there on the counter sat a bowl of yellowing mush. Breakfast, oats with Trainer Sam's piss.
As i contemplated the contents, a text came through, Remember to send proof that you have eaten your breakfast,
How the fuck was i going to do that ? I sat and thought, a series of photos.
Me looking grateful at the prospect of eating A handful of oats in my hand My face after my face had been in the bowl, eating as if i was a dog, bits of oats caught in my beared A picture of me looking happy with a clean bowl
Eating 100g of porridge is not easy, 100g of porridge made up with piss was even harder but I persisted, and succeed. The photos were sent along with my locked dick.
A response soon came. Good Thing, I hope you liked it, it's going to be your breakfast for the next few weeks at least.
Smiling, i responded Thank You Sir,
i then got ready and headed to work, contemplating how fortunate i was to be given the opportunity to realise my proper position in this world.