Mark pulled the car into the driveway, turned off the ignition, and looked over at me again and said "you know once I walk in I'm not going to be able to drive you home until Master is done with me."
"Yeah, I know - that's okay" I replied.
"And he's going to make you commit to staying the entire time as well" Mark emphasized.
"I know - that's okay, too" i replied but the crack in my voice gave away my trepidation.
"Okay, do you remember the rules?" Mark responded.
"Yeah, just like the Soup Nazi - don't look him in the eye, don't speak unless spoken to, do as he says, and"
With some urgency Mark cut me off and said "stop that! He holds me to a very high standard and it "It was my turn to cut him off "I know, I won't make you look bad - let's go in before I chicken out"
We got out of the car and Mark led the way to the door. He rung the doorbell and after what seemed like an eternity, the door opened and we were led inside. Master greeted Mark with a "Hello Boy, I have left some items on the bed for you - go change into them" and then he turned to me and said "you must be Boy's roommate, pleasure to meet you" and extended his hand for me to shake. As I shook his hand, I tried to place his accent. It sounded German but I wasn't sure as my palm felt the rough texture of his hand and my eyes observed the tendons on his forearm as we shook our hands up and down. I replied with a meek "Pleasure to meet you" and quickly added a "Sir" as he continued to shake my hand. He chuckled, and still grabbing my hand, he led me down the long hallway of the foyer to the main living area of his home. He pointed to the middle of a sectional couch and told me to sit on the middle cushion - out of reach of the two couch arms so I would have to sit prone.
It was an uncomfortable position - sitting with my feet on the floor and my back against the couch with nothing to place my arms on. Looking back, that was exactly how Master wanted me - to put me farther out of my comfort zone - while he slowly, and methodically began to break me down. Sitting on the couch was the first step toward my submission - in retrospect, the remaining steps of my submission would make me long for the uncomfortableness of the plush confines of the middle cushion.
Master asked me questions about how I knew Mark, how long we had been roommates, and eventually asked in a measured tone "so Boy has shared with you the nature of our relationship?" I flashed back to the first time I had found out about Mark serving Master. I walked into our apartment to find Mark on his hands and knees in front of his laptop wearing only a tank top and some white socks. He was pushing a glass dildo into his ass as a voice on the laptop alternated between barking instructions and giving softer words of encouragement as the phallus slid in and out of his body. I stopped in my tracks at the sight, my jaw hovering a good ½ inch open, as I watched my roommate pleasure(?) himself on camera for a man that was some immeasurable distance away. My brain hit overload and it directed my `flight' instinct - telling me to leave this scene and seek the calm and safety of my own room. What I was seeing wasn't real - or if it was - not something that I was meant to see. As I turned to step into my room, my last image was Mark catching my eye before his eyes shuddered and his body recoiled with an orgasm. I retreated to my room, shut the door, and laid down on my bed trying to process what I had just witnessed. It wasn't until Mark came in to my room later that night and with both concern and confession, began to tell me how he had come under the spell of Master.
Over the course of next six weeks, I would notice when Mark was away and each time he returned, I would quiz him if he had been serving his Master. Our discussions of his servitude became more detailed and I became more intrigued - and sexually excited - of how Marked served his Master. Mark would tell me about the Japanese bondage rope, the shackles, leather gear, and other toys he was subjected to. In private, my neurons began to shift my thoughts as I pleasured myself, eventually beginning to envision that it was me serving a master rather than Mark. As my questions became more detailed, Mark finally asked if I wanted to meet Master. It was then that I learned that Master had seen me in the background of the camera when I had walked in on Mark's session some six weeks ago.
My attention was brought back to the present as Master's hand slapped my face and he said "I asked you a question, boy". I sputtered a "I'm sorry Sir, I didn't hear you" as I felt my face become crimson from embarrassment and the sting on my cheek. In a very measured tone, Master replied "You are a guest in my house. While you are here, you will follow my rules, do as I say, and be focused on what I am saying and doing at all times. Is that clear boy?" The tone of his voice was so even, so frightening quiet, that a shiver ran up my back. I replied meekly "yes, Sir". Master responded with a gruff "Good".
Our discussion was interrupted by Mark's entrance into the room. I looked up and he was entirely naked except for a pair of leather cuffs on his ankles and wrists and a chest harness that featured a leather strap that went down his torso. At the end of the strap was Mark's very hard cock - fed through a steel cock ring that was at the end of the leather. From the neck down, his body was entirely hairless - his pits, chest, and crotch had been shaved which made the contours of his body stand out and his cock look even harder than it was. He sensed that he had walked into a tense situation and the look of alarm on his face quickly overcame any embarrassment he may have previously felt.
Master stood up and walked over to Mark, taking in the sight of his Boy before him. As he stood behind him, he wrapped his arm around Mark's torso, ran his hand over his stomach, and then slowly moved downward until he grabbed Mark's cock. As he stood there slowly squeezing the shaft of Mark's cock, Master looked at me, silently conveying that he had total control over my friend. He reinforced his power over my roommate by asking Mark "How long"? to which Mark blushed and responded "five days, Sir. I have not cum since you let me during our last session". "Good" came Master's reply.
Master continued "I was just beginning to explain to your roommate some of my House rules - would you care to recite them for me"? As Mark stood before me, his cock being manipulated by Master, he began "A Boy is to serve Master's every whim. He will be naked before Master unless Master instructs him otherwise. He will put Master's need before his own. He will be clean and hairless at all times. He will only cum when Master instructs him to". During the last rule, I noticed that he had reacted to Master's ministrations on his cock - some precum began to leak from Mark's cock.
My head was swimming. For the first time I was looking at Mark's naked body. His thin muscular tan body stood before me, his brown nipples erect, and his cock painfully hard and leaking precum as Master stroked it. My mouth began to water as I stared at his cock, its single eye seemingly focused on me as I watched Master stroke the head as its shaft was confined by the steel cock ring. As I stared at his torso and the rest of his body, I realized that I had never thought of my roommate sexually before yet my own cock had become painfully hard with what I was seeing - and hearing - from Mark.
"Very good Boy" Master replied to Mark. "Have you shared these rules with your roommate before now"? "Yes Sir" replied Mark. "Good, so he knew these rules before he came here?" "Yesssssss Master". I noticed that Master had started to rub Mark's precum across the head of his cock - heightening the sensations of his groping that caused Mark to rise up on his toes a bit. "Good Boy. If he is aware of the rules, then I would like you to help him abide by them. Stand up boy!" The latter command was directed to me.
My trance was broken as I stood up and my face become flush with embarrassment as I realized by cock was tenting out the front of the pants I was wearing. Master released Mark from his grip and said "Help him get naked, Boy". Mark walked over to me, his eyes searching mine for a sign that I was okay with this, and gently said "Put your arms up". As my hands reached upward, Mark grabbed the hem of my shirt and began to lift. His fingertips lightly grazed my stomach as he lifted until the shirt was up and over my head. He then folded the shirt, placed it on the couch, and turned back to me. Mark grabbed by belt and unfastened it, alternating his gaze between my torso and my eyes to gauge my reaction. He crouched down to take off my shoes and socks and then stood back up before me. He opened my pants and pulled them downward, crouching down to pull my feet out of the pant legs and taking time to look at the outline of my cock in my red boxer briefs. I looked down as well as Mark pulled my pants off, becoming further embarrassed as I realized my pre-cum had stained a sizable area of my briefs a darker red. After Mark folded my pants, he put his fingertips against my hip bones and slowly pulled at the waistband of my underwear. Mark pulled downward, pulling the material across my pelvis, causing the elastic band to catch, and further stimulate, the head of my cock as he pulled it downward. The cool air hit my cock as Mark pulled my underwear off my feet and put them with the rest of my clothes.
Mark stepped back as Master walked in front of me - slowly taking in the sight of my naked torso, my cock, and walking behind me, my ass. He stepped to my side and with one hand, grabbed my cock and with the other, began to slowly knead one of my buttocks. Master began a process of running his hand over my body, testing various areas for a reaction, asking questions such as "do you have sensitive nipples, boy"? as he would scrape his fingernails across them. He inspected me as if I was a farm animal he was purchasing at auction all the while ignoring Mark's and my own glances back to one another.
After a few minutes, he turned to Mark and asked "Have you seen your roommate naked before, Boy?" "No Sir" was Mark's response. "Do you like what you see, Boy"? Mark looked me in the eyes and said "Yes, Sir". "You are going to help train him to serve me, then, right Boy"? asked Master. Mark nodded up and down and remembering his own training, vocalized a "Yes Sir".
"Very good Boy. Go get your roommate a collar and some cuffs from the bureau and then I will have you clean him up for me". As Mark turned, my view of his muscular ass was interrupted by Master standing back in front of me. As he stood in front of me, looking me in the eyes, he squeezed my cheeks of my mouth causing me to open my mouth. He moved his head forward and explored my mouth with his tongue. He pulled back, grabbed my still hard cock, and leaned in to whisper "Yes, boy, we will have fun with you this weekend... "[to be continued]