Date: Sat, 4 Jan 2014 12:45:45 -0800
From: john smith <obedientboy4sir@gmail.com>
Subject: Learning to serve series - chapter 29

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Chapter Twenty-nine - vacating

When i could finally speak again, i thanked Him profusely. When i could
move i licked His boots like they were my last meal. i was cleaned and
fed. my cuffs were reattached and the ball stretcher put back on. He easily
lifted me up over His broad shoulder and carried me out like a sack of
laundry.

At the van, the kindness ended. i slobbered over the plug and worked
gingerly to sit on it.  Pecs' patience was thin. He roughly grabbed my arms
from behind me and yanked them backwards, causing me to lose my balance and
ram the last biggest part of the plug in one fell swoop. i screamed and
shook all over. The tears running down my face only made Pecs' slaps across
it sting more.

"Jesus, boi, We're being too soft on you." He grunted as He locked my ankle
cuffs in place. My hole throbbed around the plug and rock hard boi-dick
burped up more pre- cum. "How's that erection lasting more than four
hours?" He joked. i knew it was a rhetorical question, but still answered
respectfully that it was fine. As He drove, He explained that Master Roger
has a thing with boi's pee-holes, much like my Master has a thing with
boi-balls.

On the street outside of my apartment building, He gave me my old gym
shorts once i was unlocked. My hard boi-dick stuck out the bottom right leg
obscenely.

"Its about time you started getting used to more public exposure, boi," He
said as He grabbed the leather collar i had on and pulled me across the
street and to the building. He handed me the key to the building and then
stood behind me as i unlocked the door for him. He lowered the shorts to
expose my ass and rubbed my hole while i fiddled with the key.

"I want 'em lower to show off at least half that boi-ass, always now, boi,
even when we run in the morning. Got it?" He asked.

i answered with an obedient "Sir, yes, Sir" as i held the door and He
stepped in-front of me and into the building. Once at the apartment door, i
dropped the shorts all together and unlocked and held open that door for
Him as well.

Upon entering the apartment, i was shocked to see it almost completely
empty. Pecs pushed me down to my knees and lifted my face up to meet His
stern gaze. Tears ran down my face. i was stunned.

"They're just material possessions, boi." He lectured. "Goodwill was happy
to get them.  A select few personal items are in a box in the bedroom. Now,
go to your computer and email the property manager and ask to be let out of
your lease as soon as possible.  Explain that you'll do whatever it takes,
boy. Got it?"

Oddly, His words rang true and clear and brought me a small sense of
comfort. His hand under my chin was strong and warm, it offered me a moment
of security. Instinctively, i knew this was my life now and i felt a sense
of relief. i smiled at Him and affirmed my acceptance with a "Sir, yes,
Sir, thank You, Sir."

He grabbed the collar and dragged me on my hands and knees to the empty
living room.  My laptop was all that remained in the room, plugged in, in
the corner. He guided me to it and let me go. i opened it up and noticed
almost all of the icons were removed from the desktop. Years of porn was
gone, links to the hottest websites deleted, just my gmail icon and a
couple of other standard icons remained. Between this loss and my
possession losses, it hit home. i started to cry as i began the email to
Mr. Terrazzo, the property manager.

"Dear Mr. Terrazzo,

I am writing to notify you that i will be vacating apartment number 302 as
soon as possible. I will do whatever is required to terminate the
lease. Please let me know how you wish to proceed.

Sincerely, John"

Finished, i knelt in the appropriate display position next to the
laptop. Pecs came back from the bathroom, looked down at the screen and
read the letter. He frowned. He squatted down and again held my head in His
hands. He looked me directly in the eye and out of no where slapped me hard
across the face. It stung like crazy, my teeth rattled, but i did my best
to hold my composure. One strong hand held my jaw, the other grabbed my
balls, both gripped hard to conveyed His intent: this is serious.

"That doesn't sound like a good boi's message to me. Rewrite it and be
respectful and honest." He said in a stern and commanding voice, His strong
grip on my jaw lowered to my neck and His fingers closed in a very
threatening choking manner. He was very serious. "There will be many Men
that you will expose your true self to, before this is over,
boi. Mr. Terrazzo is among the first."

He softened His grip and i swallowed hard. He slapped my face a couple of
times to remind me of my place and then shoved my head to the keyboard and
walked away.

i had met Mr. Terrazzo through a friend when i first moved to this city. He
owned several properties including rental and commercial units. my friend
Tom owned a small bookstore that specialized in gay and lesbian books and
he rented a commercial space from Mr. Terrazzo.

One day i was checking out Tom's latest inventory, when Mr. Terrazzo
stopped by. i was immediately taken aback. He was a tall, muscular man;
definitely Italian heritage and carried himself with a confident,
in-control air.

Tom was immediately flustered when He walked in. he quickly finished up a
transaction with the only other customer in the store and then called out
to me.

"Hey John - this is Mr. Terrazzo, my landlord," he said as he introduced
us. Mr. Terrazzo extended His meaty paw and we shook hands. His grip nearly
crushed mine. His eyes looked me up and down. "We have some business to
take care of in back, do you mind watching the shop for me for a few
minutes, please?" Tom asked, smiling weakly.

Mr. Terrazzo put His hand on Tom's shoulder and squeezed. Tom winced a
little. i agreed and they were off; Mr. Terrazzo seemingly pushing Tom
ahead of him. The whole thing happened in short order and my dick was rock
hard. Clearly, Mr. Terrazzo was a demanding landlord. He never said a word
and Tom was a mess.

i milled around the shop. There were definite grunting noises coming from
the backroom.  i almost pulled my dick out to jack-off, it was definitely
hot and i was an uncontrolled horn-dawg then. The bells on the front door
chimed as a customer came in and i went behind the counter in case i was
needed. The grunting in the back seemed to quiet some.  There was no door
to the backroom and i desperately wanted to peek back there, but for some
reason, i knew better.

As the customer browsed, Mr. Terrazzo emerged from the backroom smiling. As
He walked past me in the narrow space behind the counter, i distinctly felt
His bulge rub against my ass. i jumped a little.

"Very nice to meet you, John." He said in a deep, gravelly voice as He
adjusted himself and walked out. Tom came out from the backroom looking a
little worse for wear, but grinning ear-to-ear.

"Thanks for helping out, John. Mr. Terrazzo is hot, isn't He?" he asked. i
agreed completely. Tom quietly explained that a blow job or a quick hard
fuck when ever Mr.  Terrazzo stopped in was part of his rent deal, a really
good part. we laughed. he mentioned that Mr. Terrazzo had some great
apartments and he gave me His contact info.

The following week i called Mr. Terrazzo and He agreed to show me what He
had to rent. We met at a sort of run-down looking place in a not-so-good
part of town. He again griped my hand and crushed it, my dick got hard
instantly. He showed me the apartment, but it was really questionable. i
was hesitant, but the price was right. He led me around the space,
occasionally rubbing my shoulders. He saw that i was undecided and offered
to show me another place. i followed Him there.

The second apartment was in a much better location. He directed me to the
upper floor and showed me around, it was perfect. i told Him so. He smiled
and put His big hand on my shoulder.

"Well, Johnny," He said, using the boi-like version of my name for the
first time, "this apartment costs a little extra." He pushed me down to my
knees. i leaned into His bulging crotch. "I know you pussy-bois all talk,
so Tom's likely told you about the extras.  You serve me well and I'll make
you a good deal on this place."

I fished out His big cock and sucked it for all i was worth. Mr. Terrazzo
was a fast cummer that day and shot within minutes. i swallowed His savory
load like a good cum whore. i licked Him clean and carefully stuffed Him
back into His boxers and zipped up His fine, tailored, suit pants. We
closed a great deal.

That was five years ago. i learned a lot about myself since then, i blew
Mr. Terrazzo about 7 or 8 times a year. i found out He was married to a
beautiful blonde woman and they had five or six kids, all boys aged 9 to
18. i was sad to have to say good-bye to Him, in a way. He was the hottest
and best landlord a boi could hope for.

"Dear Mr. Terrazzo, Sir:

After a long and careful search, this pussy-boi has found a wonderful
Master to serve utterly and completely. i regret to inform You that i will
be vacating my wonderful apartment as soon as possible to relocate and
finish my training for my Master, ultimately relocating to California to
serve Him, 24/7. As always, Mr. Terrazzo, i am of service to You, grateful
for your kindness and eager to repay You in any way possible for
terminating my lease two months early. My trainers are available to discuss
the details of my final payment, Sir, their contact info is listed
below. Again, thank You so very much for Your kindness over these past
five, good years, Sir.

With respect and gratitude,

johnny"

Pecs was pleased with the rewritten letter and ordered me to hit the send
button. i did so.  While Mr. Terrazzo knew i was gay and liked to get blow
jobs from me, this admission of servitude was a whole new level. i don't
doubt that He suspected i was capable of it, He always called me a
pussy-boi. Still, in the back of my mind, He was a married Man, a Father
with kids. i was slightly freaked out.

Pecs led me to the bathroom. We cleaned up and soon went to bed. As i was
brushing my teeth, i noticed that the cuffs were still on. Normally, they
stayed in the van, but tonight they stayed on the boi.

In bed, Pecs locked my wrists together behind my back and locked my ankles
to the footboard. He spooned in behind me and lubed my ass. i grunted into
the pillow as He slid His whole nine inches deep into me in one long
continuous drive. He rubbed my head and called me a "good little cum dump"
and fucked my tender, sore ass mercilessly.

Having had a cucumber dildo in my hole all night, I'm sure it wasn't the
tightest hole.  Still i did my best to squeeze and milk His beautiful cock
as He pounded me. At some point in the pounding, my unlocked dick gave way
and i shot my load all over the place.

"Not. Good. Boi." He grunted as He fucked me hard, His balls banging
against mine.  Finally He shot, flooding my guts with a big load. He
collapsed on top of me, His big arm around my neck.

"You gotta learn to wait for your Master to allow you to cum, boi. You
know, i have to punish you for that, right?" He asked choking me in His
grip. i got scared and thought i might piss the bed right then.