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Slave to a Younger Master (8)

Domestic Arrangements

Master had taken over my life. He had given me a pager. Sometimes during the day, I would get pages. Since it was a cheap pager, it only showed numbers. Master had some codes for me. One was for me to lose my underwear. I would get the message in the middle of working and have to go to the men’s room and throw my underwear away. Another code told me to spill something on my pants so I would look clumsy. Another commanded me to maintain a hard-on until I received permission to let it down. There was a code for me to go home with my shirt off. And a code for me to leave my fly down. There was a code for me to come on to my next male customer, no matter how old he was. Master had given me a code that when I got it, I had to go to my gym. At the gym, I had to spend a lot of time nude in the locker room. Another code required me to beat off in the toilets in the locker room. I always obeyed.

One day Master asked me what I did when people came to the door. I told him I had a pair of shorts in the table besides the door and I would put them on before opening the door. Master looked at me and said “That’s good. But it means that you are wearing something here. I’ll have to punish you.”

“Yes, Master.”

“But you should keep doing it. I don’t want someone interfering with my fun. You will have to put the shorts on to answer the door, but you will have to tell me so I can punish you for disobeying another order.”

“Yes, Master.”

“This is great, I’ve got you coming and going.” He slapped my face. I was kneeling before him and he was towering over me.

“Thank you, Master.”

“Fucking cunt. When you do this immediately after you’re alone and you strip again, but two binder clips on your tits. Leave them there for three hours, no matter what else happens. Understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Oh, and I’ve got something else, if you get any guy who’s one of  those religious people come over to get you to join their church, I want you to invite them in and come on to them. See if you can get them to fuck you.  At least try to get to give him a blow job.”

“Yes, Master.”

Master would sometimes come by after school just to fuck me. Whenever he came into the apartment, I would kneel before him and say “Master.” And await his orders. If he was just horny he would fuck me and go on. Sometime he would want to be entertained. I would play my belled dick or do nude belly-dancing. Sometimes he just came over and watched TV. He would have me rent x-rated movies and he would watch them. I would often be his footstool. During the pornos, he would sometimes have me blow him, or he would fuck me.

Master took over my money. I gave him my paychecks, and he allowed me to pay my bills. He took my small savings for himself. Every penny I earned was given to him. I never asked what he did with it.

After the weekend at his place, Master brought a wipe board over. He made two notations “Punishments” and “Rewards” and he put the tally up there. Every day I was faced with the number of punishments I owed Master, and the number of Rewards I still had to give him. The number would change as Master wanted. It was a constant reminder of how much I owed him.

On day Master decided I needed a new job. I was more willing to stop being a waiter than I was before I met him because I became a waiter to serve men. Now I had Master, I was willing to do something else. Master told me to enroll in massage school. He said I could learn a skill to please him and get a new job as well. I obeyed and enrolled. Master had to give me money to afford it. I begged for an hour at his feet for him to help me pay.

Over this time, I learned to be a better slave. I learned that Master liked me on my knees. I learned how he liked his cock sucked and how he like his ass rimmed. I learned that it was a good idea for me to beg him to punish me, and I was learning how to serve his friends. I kept practicing playing on a bell with my dick and I worked out almost every day. I learned that he like me to say “Yes, Master.” And that he wanted me to tell the truth. He wanted me to beg to humiliate myself and thank him for doing things to me.

One afternoon Master arrived. I knelt before him and said “Master.”

“Look what I have.” Master showed me a riding crop.

Black leather. Short. It looked painful. I knew what he wanted. Without a word more from Master, I began to kiss and lick his shoes. “Please beat me Master. Please break your new whip in on your shithole slave. Master, I am you whore and a worthless cunt. Please Master, please punish me for being unworthy of being your slave. Master, your slave is nothing and deserves your punishment. Please Master, beat me and teach me my lesson on how to be a better slave. Master, oh, great studly Master. I worship my god, you, my Master and owner. Please whip and beat me, Master. Please give me pain for your amusement, Master. Master please use me for your pleasure. Please, Master, do with me whatever you want. Please beat me long and hard with your great strong arms. Please Master, I am your pussyboy and I beg you to treat me like dirt, like shit. Please Master, Please Master, please use me as a plaything, a toy. I am nothing but your thing, Master.”

“Good boy.” Master said, smiling. He smiled at me more now, as I learned how to please him. “I will whip you with my new toy.”

I didn’t want to be whipped. It hurt. It stung. I didn’t want the pain. But more than anything I wanted to obey Master and keep him happy. “Oh, thank you, Master.” I kissed his feet some more. “I will make you happy. I am so happy to be whipped by you. Oh, thank you Master.”

“Up, boy, bend over.”

“Yes, Master.” I got off the floor and bent over so Master could easily spank me. I put my hands just over my knees and bent my knees to be at exactly the right height to beat me as comfortably as possible.

CRACK “Thank you, Master.” The whip stung worse than I thought it would. But I had to thank Master for doing this for me.

CRACK “Thank you, Master.” I had no idea how long this would go on. Sometimes Master had me count, so I had an idea of how may strikes I would get. But this time, Master just wanted to beat me. So I was in for a whipping and I had no idea of for how long.

CRACK “Thank you, Master.” Master was talking long, slow swings. That gave me time to think and really feel the stings.

CRACK “Thank you, Master.” I could feel Master’s hand on my back. I could feel the heat from his hand. God, I loved him. His touch was electric and I would deal with the great pain of the whip forever if he kept his hand on me.
  CRACK “Thank you, Master.” CRACK “Thank you, Master.” CRACK “Thank you, Master.” CRACK “Thank you, Master.” After about 10 minutes of slow whipping, Master began to speed up. I continued to thank him. It must have been over another half an hour when Master finally tired of beating me. When he went to sit in the chair, I crawled over to him and resumed my kissing of his feet. “Oh, thank you, Master. My ass hurts with your justice, your punishment. Great Master, thank you for punishing me. I will do better Master. I will do everything to make you happy. I am your dog slave, Master. I am your property, Master. You are my owner, Master. I am happy for you to do anything you want to me. Please Master, I will do anything to make you happy. Thank you for beating me, Master.”

“Get me a beer.” Master said.

“Yes, Master.” I crawled to the kitchen and fetched him a beer. I brought it back to him, still crawling. As he drank, Master put one foot in my mouth. I could taste his foot sweat and the stuff between his toes. I licked and sucked with passion. This is what I had always dreamed of, groveling at a man’s feet.

“Go wash your mouth out.”

“Yes, Master.” I hated doing this. I went to the bathroom and thoroughly washed my mouth out with soap. Every so often Master wanted my mouth clean, and he found this amusing. I crawled back. Master had removed his pants and was laying on the couch.

“Rim me.” Master said.

“Yes, Master.” I loved doing things for Master. I began to kiss his ass. I gently pulled his cheeks apart and french-kissed his asshole. It was dirtier than normal, so I got shit-grit and worse than normal taste. I didn’t stop my work, and I gently worked my tongue into his ass as far as it would go. I had only been in a little when Master farted. The smell was rank and deep. It was strong enough to taste. I kept my nose in his ass and inhaled. I keep up my work and after a few minutes he farted again.

“I had beans for lunch.” Master said, so I knew was going to get more of the same. I did. I suspected Master had saved up for me to rim him. I ate his ass for over half an hour when Master decided he then wanted a blow job. He just rolled over and I had to move my head. He didn’t say anything, but with his glorious dick in my face, I just sucked, and sucked.  He came in my mouth and I swallowed it all up. “Do my pits.”

“Yes, Master.” I began to lick his left arm pit. It was rank. I felt the hairs against my tongue. My mouth was tired, but I kept going, no wanting to disappoint Master.  I spent 15 minutes on each pit, when Master sent me for another beer.

“I’m bored.” Master said as I delivered the beer to him.

“I’m sorry Master. Can your worthless dog bitch slave do something to entertain you?” I asked, I wanted my Master to be happy.

“Would boy like to be humiliated?” Master asked me. I had been set up.

“Oh, yes, Master. I would love to be humiliated.” I had no idea what Master had in store for me.

“Fetch me the phone.”

“Yes, Master.”

I crawled back and handed Master the phone. He dialed a number. As it ran, Master moved the phone to my ear. “When they answer, tell them you are a fucking cocksucker.”

His command hit me in the stomach. Who would answer? I would be completely humiliated making the admission to some stranger on the phone. “Hello.” Came a voice on the line.

“I’m a fucking cocksucker.” I said to the under person.

“What?” Master nodded at me to tell them again.

“I am a fucking cocksucker.”

“That’s sick.” Was the response and the person hung up.

Master dialed another number. “Hello.” I heard on the line.

“I’m a fucking cocksucker.” I said into the phone. I was near to crying.

“You sure are.” And the man on the line hung up.

Master found this game amusing, and we made about half a dozen calls. “That was great. I loved watching you do that.”

“I’m so glad you are happy, Master.”

“Say, I have an idea.”

“Yes, Master?”

“Stand at attention.” Master ordered. I did so, and Master went looking for something. He found it. Master returned with one of the pens from the wipe board.

Master began to write on my chest, over my pecs. He wrote ‘Slave’. On my stomach, he wrote ‘Jack’s slave.’ Down one leg he wrote ‘what a fucking asshole’ near my cock he wrote ‘what a little dick’ ‘I love to get fucked’ was put on the small of my back. He wrote other graffiti on me; ‘dickhead’, ‘dickslut’, ‘whore’, ‘bitch’ and other things. He covered me with the degrading words.

Then Master put a cock ring on me, and attached my leash to it. Now Master could lead me around by the cock. He headed to the door, pulling me with him. I was scared. Master opened the door and headed out. I was frightened, but I followed him. He locked the door and headed for the stairs. I followed. I was terrified to be caught like this, nude and degraded in my own apartment building. “I’m taking my bitch for a walk.” I heard Master say. He did want to humiliate me.

On the first floor, Master began to head out of the building. That’s when it happened. One of my neighbors was outside of his apartment. This was a guy of about 30. He was nothing great, but had a sort of pleasant face, and wasn’t too much overweight. He looked at Master and me and a wicked smile crossed his lips.

“Do you want to play with my bitch?” Master asked him.

“Oh, Yeah!” He walked over to me and twisted my tits hard. He did this for a few second when he said, “On your knees, blow me.”

“Stop.” Master said, before I could obey the order. “Let’s go into your apartment.” The guy looked a bit angry,  when Master added. “If you really want to use him, we don’t need to be disturbed.” The guy nodded and let us in.

“I’m Tom.” The guy said as he closed the door. His apartment was much like mine, but his was much messier. I knelt.

“Jack.” Master said. “My piece of shit here’s name is Max, but I call him boy.”

“I had an idea something was up with you too. I’ve been watching.” I was devastated at that. If Tom knew I was doing something like this with Master, who else in the building did? I didn’t want to have my neighbors know what I did.

“Have you?” Master said.

“Yeah. I scoped Max out right away. He’s a sorta good looking fucker. Of course, the graffiti sorta changes that a bit.” Tom said.

“I was just having fun. Do  you want him to blow you?” Master asked.

“Oh, yeah.” Tom began to remove his pants. He took a seat on a chair, having to toss some stuff aside to so so. Master sat on another chair also having to move things. I crawled to between Tom’s legs and took his dick in my mouth. He had a normal size dick, so I had no problems getting it down. But like his apartment, it wasn’t as clean as it could be. And he was uncut, so I got dickcheese taste.

I gave him head as he moaned. I knew Master was watching, so I did my best. I swirled my tongue on his head, and I licked his balls. I moved my hands up his legs and ass. It didn’t take him too long to blow, and I swallowed his salty cum.

Master snapped his fingers and pointed to a wall. I crawled over and knelt up facing the wall. When I heard Tom get his breath back he said “Why do you have him facing the wall?”

“To keep him in his place.” Master said.

“I’d like to see his body.” Tom said.

Master snapped his fingers. “Pose.” I stood up and turned to the men. I began to pose for them. My dick was rock hard with embarrassment.

“Oh, yeah, I like this.” Tom had pulled his pants back on and was watching my performance.  “Yeah, I’ve wanted to get into Max’s pants for some time now. He’s got a cute little ass. I can’t believe you’ve made him a slave.”

“He loves it, don’t you boy?” Master asked.

“Yes, Master.” I said, continuing to pose.

“Oh, yeah, that’s what I like to hear.” Tom said.

“Would you like him for the night?” Master asked Tom.

“Oh, yeah. I’d love to fuck his cute little ass.”

“OK.” Master said. He reached into his pocket and grabbed his keys. He tossed them to me. “Boy, go upstairs to your apartment. Get your keys and a pair of shorts. You can wear the shorts back. Walk, don’t run.” Master added the last part because he knew I would rush to get anything to cover me.

“Why are you doing that?” Tom asked.

“I’ll leave you two alone. Boy needs the shorts for tomorrow morning. We can’t have him getting arrested for running around naked.” Master said.

“Oh, yeah.” Tom replied. With that I was out the door. I walked up to my apartment. I was naked and gratified in public, and alone. I unlocked the door and went in. I got the shorts and my keys.  The shorts would keep my cock hidden, but anyone could see the writing on me.

I returned to Tom’s apartment. Afraid to just enter, I knocked. No answer. I knocked again. They couldn’t have gone anywhere. “Come in” I heard and turned the handle. It was locked. I tried a few more times. “Get on your knees.” I could tell it was Tom’s voice. I sank to my knees. The door opened. I crawled in.

Master took his keys back. “Boy, I’ve given you to Tom for the night. He’s wanted you for a while, so make him happy.”

“Yes, Master.” I said.

“At 6:00 in the morning, you are to go back to your apartment, Tom’s time is over. At least for this week.” That last part puzzled me. Master continued. “Tom and I have a deal. You are his for two hours a week. On Tuesdays, you will come here at 3:00 in the afternoon and do everything he says for two hours. Then you go back. Understand, bitch?”

“Yes, Master.” I said.

“Oh, yeah.” Added Tom.

“The bitch is all yours.” Master said, and left.

Tom looked at me kneeling before him with unbridled lust. He shoved stuff of the couch and sat on it. “Crawl over here.” I obeyed. “Aren’t you going to say anything?” Tom had heard me answer Master several times. I guess he wanted to hear my mouth.

“Yes, Sir.” I said.

“Nah, call me ‘master’ like you do Jack. I like that.”

“Yes, Master.” I was kneeling between his legs. He ran his dirty hands all over my chest, back, cock, and ass.

“You are so fucking hot. I’ve wanted to pound into you since I first saw you. Little tight ass and strong arms. I’ve wanted you to swing on my cock and take it down deep. I’ve wanted you to hold your ass up for me to plow into. God, I’ve wanted those sweet lips of yours wrapped around my dick.” He kept on talking about fucking me, and how much he had wanted to do this. All the time, he was feeling me up. I had seen Tom around the building even before I met Master, but wasn’t attracted to him. Now, here I was charged with pleasuring him all night. I felt like a piece of meat as he explored my body. He pinched and twisted my nipples. He stuck his fingers into my mouth to suck. He bent me over and explored my asshole, having me suck his fingers more when he wanted additional lube.

I was totally degraded at having to service this guy, but I had to obey Master. He spent some time with one hand working on my asshole, and the other twisting my tits, cock, and balls. Finally he had enough, stood up and stripped. He ordered me to turn around and I saw him naked. Not an impressive sight. He didn’t look like he worked out, but had a tough job that keep him in some shape. No six-pack, but a small pudge (especially compared to Master). He had a fair amount of hair on his chest and belly, and his cock was about the size of mine. He was stroking his dick. “Tell me you want this.”

I didn’t want it, but I had to obey Master. “Please, Master, stick your cock in my pussy and fuck me. Master, I want it so bad. Please Master.”

He moved around behind me, lubed up, and stuck his dick in my asshole. He keep repeating “Oh,yeah.” As he fucked me.

When he was done, he crawled over to one of the chairs and sat in it. “Goddamn, I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.” He breathed deep to recover and looked at me. “Beat off for me.” I knelt up and began to pull on my dick. I thought of Master, and how much I wanted him to fuck me again.

After I came, Tom just continued to look at me. I had cum on the floor, but he didn’t seem to care. “I don’t want to sleep yet. I want to check you out some more.” Tom said, as if talking to himself. “But it’s going to take me a bit to recharge.” His dick had stirred some, but after cumming twice in the last hour, he was spent. “I know, you’re a fucking slave, right?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Well, act like one. Clean this place up.”

“Yes, Master.” Tom’s place was a pigsty. I looked around to decide what to start with. I decided to begging my picking up the trash all over the living room. I went to the kitchen and found some trash bags. I returned and began to fill them.

“Make sure I can see you as you work. And keep your dick hard. Yeah, that’s it.” Tom said.

I had to keep my body in view the whole time, and I had to be hard. Time with Master had trained me to have a hard dick for longer than I had before, so this was easier than it would have been six months ago. I continued to clean the room, and every so often Tom would tell me where something went. After about an hour, he was rising again, and I gave him another blow job.

“I like watching you do this.” Tom said at one point. “I think that’s what you will do for me every week. Strip down and clean my house, then I’ll fuck you for payment.” He laughed at his own cleverness.

It’s a good thing I didn’t have to go to work the next day, because Tom kept me up all night. He leered at me with lust in his eyes. He loved the fact that he had wanted me for some time and I was now at this beck and call. I cleaned the entire apartment, Tom watching me. He fucked me and had me blow him half a dozen times. Each time took longer as he wasn’t as young as Master or even me. Often during my chores he would come up and feel up my body, pinching my tits or fingering my hole.

Finally, six a.m. came around. I put my shorts on, grabbed my keys and got ready to go. On my way out, Tom gave me a deep kiss, his tongue probing my mouth. Kissing me, his hands reached under my shorts and squeezed my ass. Finally pulling back, he put his arms on my shoulders and said “Well, honey, this is going to be great having you around.”

“Yes, Master. Good-bye, Master.” I said, and left. Going out the door, he swatted my ass. I ran to my apartment (Master hadn’t told me I couldn’t) and rushed in. I headed straight for the shower to clean myself off. Especially of the graffiti.

From that night on, every Tuesday I went to Tom’s apartment. I stripped at once getting in the door, and had to put up with him leering at me as I worked. I cleaned his apartment every week, and I don’t think he cleaned anything on his own. I would get as much done as I could, and at the end he would fuck me. Sometimes he couldn’t wait, and fucked me when I arrived. But no matter when he fucked me, I was in for being stared at and man-handled for two hours. He had me start doing his laundry, and delivering it to him when I was done.

Master had me tell him of my night and then he assigned a couple new codes for my beeper. ‘Blow Tom’, ‘Get fucked by Tom’, ‘Be Tom’s slave for x hours.’.

Tom loved the fact that every so often I would appear at this door and be his in addition to the two hours he got. Even if it were only a blow job, I had to strip down and service him.

To be continued …

Max Potter
Max Potter
Max Potter discovered an interest in domination and slavery at a very early age. First reading about historical accounts of slaves, that eventually turned to an interested in the Dom/sub culture. A voracious reader, he see dominance and submission in many passages. When a friend gives up something, when a man takes a metaphorical blow for someone else. When one will is subjected to another. For his writing, he looks for the unusual situation. It could be total reluctance on the part of the sub, or innovative commands given. Always on the lookout for a novel idea, he can be contacted at his Gmail account as maxrpotter.

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