Date: Sun, 13 Aug 2006 11:33:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tracy mck <cmhsub@yahoo.com>
Subject: New Neighbor part 11

As June grew near, Master Joe was getting excited about graduation.  Life
was continuing to go very well for him.  Tim had recruited two additional
slaves to turn tricks and make more money for him.  Scott was a junior in
Master Joe's school and Karen, our first girl whore, was a senior.  They
were both very attractive and were making a good sum of money which all
went into Master's investment accounts.  However, Michael was still the
champ.  He enjoyed his work and had a look that made him popular with those
willing to pay for sex with a young looking boy.

Mark was working out well too.  He happily turned all his cash over to
Master and was fitting nicely into the group.  Master enjoyed having a
personal chef.  I'm a competent cook but Master Joe deserves better than
me.  Mark fulfilled that need flawlessly.  Unfortunately, Mark wasn't able
to spend as much time at the house as he wanted.  A good portion of his
time was spent managing Master Joe's stable of whores.  All of their "in"
calls were in Mark's home now and managing their schedules along with
maintaining the house amid all the traffic demanded a lot of his time.  But
it was a labor of love.  Like the rest of us he admired Master Joe and
couldn't do enough for him.  He often told me how much happier he was now
that he was a slave.  Like all natural born slaves, there was no real
happiness in his life until he fulfilled his destiny.

At the end of May, Master Joe announced that we'd be moving closer to
campus before the autumn quarter began at Ohio State.  I was given the task
of searching for a new home and selling the current one.  It was decided
that I would pay for the new one out of my savings and sell the current
house after the move.  That way I could protect Master Joe from any of the
inconvenience associated with showing the house while living there.

Master Joe was planning a vacation to San Diego as soon as school was out
to visit an old friend.  I ordered his first class airline tickets and
reserved a car for him.  He would have a great time in southern California,
particularly since he didn't have to concern himself with the cost of
anything.  His slaves would continue to work hard to pay all his expenses.


Before we knew it, graduation day arrived and Master Joe was pretty excited
to be finishing high school.  It wasn't so much that he disliked school,
quite the contrary.  He was intelligent and an excellent student.  He was
also extremely popular with the other students.  Just about everyone
admired or lusted after him. It was just that he was anticipating what was
next in life.

I was disappointed I wasn't allowed to attend the ceremony but didn't
question Master Joe's decision.  After it was over, he took his gleaming
black Porsche and spent the rest of the day going from party to party.  Not
surprisingly, everyone wanted him to come to their parties and he was
always the center of attention at each one he attended.  He got in late
that evening with a girlfriend and spent the rest of the night fucking her.
In the morning I had to take her home.  She was on cloud nine after having
spent the night with such a god-like man.  Later that morning he got a call
from his cousin Colton.  He was going to be traveling from his home in
St. Louis to Baltimore and was stopping in Columbus for a couple days to
visit friends and family.  Master Joe was disappointed he was leaving the
next morning and would miss his visit.  Colton was his favorite cousin.  He
told Colton he could use his house and slaves while here.

The next morning I took Master Joe to the airport for his trip to
California.  On the way he said, "Take good care of Colton while he's here.
I really looked up to him when I was growing up.  He taught me a lot and I
really like him.  I don't want a slave embarrassing me in his eyes.  You
give him anything he wants."

"I'll take good care of him Master," I assured him.  "I will be as obedient
as I would be if you were here Sir."

"You'd better; he's an ex-marine and not likely to put up with any shit
from a slave.  He's not as nice as me and won't think twice about beating
you up if you piss him off.  And if I get any word from him that you didn't
behave properly you'll have to deal with me when I get back," he warned.

"I promise there won't be any need for that Master," I assured him.  When
we got to the airport I dropped Master Joe off at the door then parked the
car and carried his bags in.  He checked in and left for his gate.  Even
though he was gone, there was no let up in the work that had to be done.
In addition to finding a new home for Master Joe, I had to find one for
Mark and his band of money makers.  We all thought it would be better to
move that operation out of Mark's middle class neighborhood and into a more
urban setting.  Now I had to find two new houses.  I wanted to be able to
report progress on that project when Master Joe returned.

Colton arrived just two days after Master Joe's departure.  There was no
mistaking he was related to Master Joe.  He was strikingly handsome like
Master Joe and his father.  He wasn't quite as tall as Master Joe but had
broader shoulders.  He had a harder look that came from being a little
older as well as from his years in the Marines.  "Welcome Sir," I said
respectfully kneeling and bowing my head slightly as he entered.

He looked down at me.  "So you're Joe's slave," he said with obvious
contempt in his voice.  "You'd better show me the proper respect and kiss
my feet if you don't want me to hurt you cocksucker.  I immediately went
down and reverently applied my lips first one then the other foot.
"There's a green duffle bag in the back seat of my car.  Get it and put it
in my room.  Then fix me some lunch and make it fast."

"Right away Sir," I responded.  I got some shorts on and ran out and
retrieved Colton's bag and put it in one of the guest rooms then set about
fixing him some lunch while he sat down and turned on the TV.

"Get me a beer cocksucker," he ordered.  I delivered the beer then quickly
served him lunch.  After he ate, he had me report to his bedroom where I
was ordered to undress him and give him a "blow job."  I knelt at his feet
while he towered over me.  His crotch was familiar.  The men of Joe's
family all had glorious equipment.  His cock was thick and ramrod straight.
Not quite as long as Master Joe's but every bit as thick.  He had giant low
hanging balls and his crotch was very hairy.  I was breathing his wonderful
masculine smell as I slowly took him into my talented mouth.  With his
hands on the back of my head I swallowed that magnificent cock all the way
to the root burying my nose in his luscious bush.  Again and again I
swallowed his cock eventually bringing him to a powerful orgasm.  He
repeatedly shot down my throat filling me up with his manly juices, finally
pulling back as he was just about spent.  I was able to taste him as he
shot one last powerful volley of his thick semen into my mouth.  He tasted
like a god.  "You are one fine cocksucking slave," he said as he slid his
spent cock back across my lips and out of my mouth.  He stood with his
hands on his hips as I licked the remaining cum from his softening tool.
As he was getting dressed he said, "I'm going out for a while.  Be sure
you're here when I get back.  We're going to have some fun tonight."

"I'll be here Sir.  I'm your slave as long as you're here Sir," I
responded.

"Then address me properly," he said.  "You address men you meet on the
street as sir.  Address me as master."

"It would be an honor Master," I responded respectfully.  He took off and I
worked on cleaning the house so it would be fit for Colton when he
returned.

He returned around seven-thirty that evening.  "We're going to go out and
have some fun," he said.  "Let's get you dressed.  Where's your bedroom
boy?"

"I sleep in the basement Master," I answered.

"Joe sure knows how to treat his slaves," Colton observed.  We went down
and he found a small pair of very lightweight purple boxers and told me to
put them on.  Then he found a T-shirt that belonged to Tim and made me wear
it.  It was obviously too small for me thanks to the workouts Clay puts me
through at the gym.  Then he tore the shirt at the neck so one nipple was
showing.  We went upstairs.  He looked me over and said, "You're not quite
ready."  He took off his pants and underwear, sat down on the couch, spread
his legs and pointed to the spot on the floor.  I took my proper place on
the floor between his legs facing his hairy crotch.  It sure was a
beautiful sight.

I was thrilled to hear him say, "Lick."  I immediately started licking that
impressive cock and his gargantuan balls.  The smell was intoxicating and I
quickly got hard as a rock.  I hadn't jacked off in over a week and was
leaking like crazy.  After about fifteen minutes Colton stood up and
inspected me.  My little dick was standing straight out tenting my shorts
obscenely.  In the middle of the tent was a large dark stain.  "Now you're
ready," he said.  "Put on some shoes and let's go.  You're driving."  I was
horrified to be going out in such a condition but knew if a Dom wanted it,
it was the right thing to do.  I put on a pair of shoes and grabbed my
keys.

Colton gave me directions while I drove until we got to a busy sex store.
Colton pulled his big dick out of his pants and let me lick it some more
which caused more leaking and enlarging the dark stain. "Now go in and buy
yourself a big dildo shaped like a cock.  And make sure it's the biggest
one they've got."  I went in the busy store and immediately drew lots of
unwelcome attention which, of course, was the point.  I had never been in
this store before and had to ask a smirking employee where I could find the
dildos.  He pointed me towards the opposite end of the store.  Everyone got
to snicker at my state then watch me pick out a dildo.  I took it to the
checkout counter and paid.  The fat clerk behind the counter told me that
if I wanted the real thing up my ass he could help me out.  I just gave him
a stone cold stare, paid then walked.  Colton had come in the store and was
highly entertained by the humiliation I had endured.

Next we drove to a grocery store that wasn't too far away.  Colton made me
lick his dick some more.  "Go in the store and buy me some beer.  And take
this with you," he said, holding up the latex dick I had just purchased.
"And from the moment you leave the car until you return, you're gong to
lick and kiss and suck this dick like it was the love of your life.  I'm
going to be watching and if you go more than ten seconds without your
tongue or lips on this dick I'll take you home and beat you to within an
inch of your life.  I was aghast that I was being forced to perform such an
obscene act at the grocery store but there was nothing I could do about it.
Besides, deep inside I enjoyed the humiliation I endured at the hands of
superior dominant men.

I got out of the car wearing my stained tented shorts and walked to the
store licking the dick dildo.  This wasn't my grocery store so I wasn't
sure where the beer was.  As I looked I encountered more than a few people.
Most were disgusted, some laughed at me and some called me names.  I saw
Colton not too far away laughing at their reactions.  One guy pinched my
ass.  I finally found the beer aisle where there were two teenage boys.
"Hey, look at that queer," one said to the other, grabbing his arm and
pointing me out.

The bigger one looked at me with some surprise and spit out, "faggot," in a
condescending tone.  He was wearing a black tank top which showed off his
arms which were exceptionally muscular for someone who appeared to be in
high school.  It was obvious by the body language of the smaller one that
he was the more dominant of the two.

Quick as I could I grabbed a six pack and headed for the checkout still
licking the dildo while trying to cover up as much of it as I could with my
hand.  I got in the shortest line I could find while kissing it.  The woman
ahead of me turned around and caught me sucking the dick.  Her mouth
dropped open and her eyes got big.  She called me a pervert and turned back
around facing the front of the store.  However she couldn't resist looking
back a couple more times fascinated by what I was doing.  The young
checkout girl was equally disgusted with my behavior.  I was glad to get
out of the store.  Colton was already out front laughing hysterically.
"That was great," he said.  "You queers will do anything to please a real
man."  Then he got serious and spoke in a quiet tone.  "You wait here for
the boys who called you a faggot.  When they come out tell them you're a
slave and offer to blow them.  And throw that away," he said as an
afterthought.  I was glad to get rid of that dildo.

Colton took the beer and went over to a bench about twenty-five feet away
so he could observe what transpired next.  I waited for the boys to come
out.  I was afraid I was about to get punched.  I approached them as they
came out laughing.  When they saw me approaching they got quiet.  "Hey
guys."  I said.

"What the fuck do you want faggot?" the bigger one said menacingly.  The
smaller one didn't say anything.  He just watched his friend deferentially
as he talked.

"Sorry to bother you Sir." I said addressing the dominant one. "I'm a slave
and my Master who is waiting for me on that bench over there has ordered me
to offer both of you a blow job.  If you're interested I would be honored
to suck you off."

The smaller one had a shocked look on his face while the bigger one got a
big grin on his.  "So you want to suck our dicks?"  The bigger one asked.

"If you would like Sir," I responded respectfully.

"Let's do it," the bigger one said enthusiastically turning to his smaller
friend.

"No!" the smaller one responded looking horrified.

"Suit yourself," the bigger one said, disgusted that his friend was
unwilling to try anything new.  He grabbed his arm pulling him towards his
car.  "Follow me," he said, turning to me.

I followed them to their car.  "Keep an eye out while he sucks me off," the
bigger one said to the other.

"I don't think you should do this Matt," the smaller one said.

"Shut the fuck up Cam," Mat said.  "Or I'll make you suck my dick."  Cam's
eyes got big but he didn't say anything else.  Matt got in the back seat.
"Let's do this cocksucker," he said.  I got in the back seat with him and
he pulled out his dick.  It was over six inches long and fairly thick for
someone so young.  I started to move my face towards his crotch when he
smacked me and said, "not yet cocksucker.  If you want to suck me off you
have to be naked.  I took off my shirt and my stained shorts.  He looked at
my little erect cock, laughed and said, "Look at that tiny dick.  I'm a lot
bigger than you and I'm just in high school."  When he finished laughing he
said, "OK cocksucker, time for you to suck on my big dick."  I went down
and took his cock in my mouth.  He moaned a little as his young dick slid
through my lips.  Using my considerable skills I gave him the best blow job
he'd ever experienced in his young life.  He erupted loudly and powerfully
thrashing around as he did so.  He slipped out of my mouth and shot his
last volley in my face.  He took a minute to settle down.  "Wow, that was
incredible.  That was the best blow job ever."  I was glad I had made him
feel so good.  He watched as I wiped his cum off my face then licked it off
my finger.  "Can we do that again some time?"

"It was fun but I have a Master and it would be up to him."  I answered.

"Can we ask him?" he asked excitedly.

"He's in California.  The man I'm with today is just controlling me while
my Master is away." I answered.

"Give me your email address," he demanded.  "I'll send you an email when
I'm ready for you to suck me off again and you can ask him."

I gave it to him.  "You know, your friend looks a little submissive.  Have
you ever thought about making him your cocksucker?" I asked.

"No I haven't but that's not such a bad idea," he said now deeply in
thought.

"If you do, have him contact me.  I can teach him to be a great cocksucker,
good as me," I offered.

He got a far off look in his eyes as he contemplated having a personal
cocksucker to take care of him.  "Expect to hear from him," he responded.

"Well I have to run now," I said.

"Wait!"  he said, lifting his arm.  "Lick my armpit boy."  He was dominant.
It was an honor to put my face in his hairy young armpit and lick the sweat
out of it.  I started to get dressed.  "You can't get dressed in here," he
said opening up the door.  He pushed me out of the car naked then threw my
clothes in my face.  "Get dressed out there," he said

"Yes Sir," I responded, quickly pulling on my stained shorts.  He was a
true dominant.  I already admired him.  He would one day be a man who
conquered lesser men.

I returned to the car where Colton was drinking a beer and looking bored.
"Did you blow them boy?" he asked.

"Just the bigger one Master.  The smaller one didn't want anything to do
with it.  I think he may be more interested in giving a blow job than
getting one," I answered.  Colton then ordered me to drive him to a bar he
knew of that was just a few miles away.  I waited in the car while he went
in.  About a half hour later he came out with some pretty girl hanging on
to him.  They got in the back and Colton said "back to the house slave,"
drawing giggles from his bitch.  As I drove them home they wasted no time
getting down to business in the back.  Colton had her shirt open and had a
tit in his mouth.  She was thrilled to be with such a powerful handsome
man.

We got home and Colton took his bitch to the bedroom where they had loud
rambunctious sex until late into the night.  The men in Master's family all
had a lot of stamina.  When they were finished Colton ordered me to take
her home.  She wanted to stay the night but Colton was finished using her
and had no reason for her to stay any longer.  I drove her home.  On the
way she complained that Colton had just used her for sex.  I told her she
should be happy she got to spend time with such an exceptional man.  She
admitted he was the best man she had ever been with and even though she
wanted to spend more time with him she was pretty glad she had slept with
him.

Colton wanted to sleep in the next morning since he had been up so late
after a day of driving.  He had to take a piss though so I had the honor of
serving as his urinal.  He just turned to the side and I took his cock into
my mouth and he let loose with a bladder full of urine.  It was always an
honor to swallow the piss of a superior man.  Later I served him breakfast
in bed.  He soon got up, got dressed and left in his car.

Colton returned after lunch and sat down to watch a Cardinals game that was
on TV.  He ordered a beer which I naturally delivered from a kneeling
position.  He told me to be his foot stool.  I had never done this for
either of my Masters but as a slave I do anything a superior desires.  I
crawled in front of him to become a piece of furniture to give comfort to
his feet but first he ordered me to remove his shoes and socks.  It had
been over a day since he had bathed and his feet were pretty smelly.  When
I got his socks off he pressed the sole of one foot against my mouth.
"Kiss it," he ordered.  I kissed his stinky foot and he said "now clean it
with your slave tongue."  I stuck my tongue out dragging it across the sole
of his foot lapping up the sweat and grime of more than a day.  I washed
the bottom of his foot then worked my tongue between each of his toes
cleaning the sweat and grime that had accumulated, finally I gave the top a
good washing.  I repeated the process on his other foot.  It was obvious
from my erect cock that I was enjoying myself.  When I finished washing his
feet I took up my position as a foot stool for Colton.

I acted as his foot stool for the remainder of the game.  I only got a
break when he wanted another beer or wanted to take a piss.  Then I stopped
being his foot stool and became his urinal.  I was glad that I got to drink
the piss of this powerful man.  When I drink a man's piss, I feel like I
have a closer connection to him and I'm acknowledging my inferiority.
Before the game was over Colton observed that his toe nails needed trimming
and instructed me to take care of it.  I got a pair of clippers and started
trimming.  After the first cut he told me to eat what I trimmed off.  I had
to put his nail clippings in my mouth, chew them up and swallow.

After the game, I started making dinner for Colton while he took a shower.
After dinner we went out again.  He made me wear the stained purple shorts
but didn't let me wear a shirt.  I drove him again.  As we were sitting at
a light, Colton reached over and inserted his thick index finger in my
mouth just because he could.  As I sucked on it I got rock hard.  A woman
in the car next to us looked over and got a perplexed look as she watched
me suck on another man's finger.  I drove him to a different bar then he
went to the night before.  Again I waited in the car while he went inside.
I was a little disappointed that he wasn't using me for his entertainment.
It was several hours before came out, this time with two women, both very
attractive.  Colton had no problem attracting all the women he wanted.  All
three got in the back seat and I drove them home.  He took them into his
bedroom where he spent hours fucking them again and again.  They all
sounded like they had the time of their lives.  Like the night before
Colton threw them out when he was finished with them.  And again, I was
assigned the task of driving them home.

I served Colton breakfast in bed again the next morning.  Afterwards, he
got up, took a shower and started getting ready to resume his trip to
Baltimore.  Naturally, I did the packing for him then loaded his bag in the
car.  When I came back inside he said, "I'm going to fuck your face before
I hit the road boy."

"Thank you Master," I responded enthusiastically.  "It's an honor to serve
you."

Colton took me back to the utility room and set me against a row of metal
cabinets.  He took off his shirt revealing his muscular hairy chest that I
so admire and said, "Get me naked cocksucker."  I helped him out of his
pants and underwear then returned to my place on the floor with my back to
the cabinets.  Colton moved forward and rapidly thrusts his massive cock
down my throat.  There was no time for me to try to suck or lick him.  I
just opened my mouth and watched his body lurch forward while his cock
brutally rammed my throat for several minutes.  I was already uncomfortable
and knew I was in for a painful session.  I couldn't help but admire the
power of this dominant man.

He grabbed my head and pulled me toward him and away from the cabinet then
slammed forward again pounding my head against the metal cabinet with a
loud crash that reverberated throughout the room.  He did it again and
again slamming my head against the cabinet each time as he quickened the
pace enjoying the feeling of power he got from hurting me.  I started to
fall into a hypnotic trance from the sensation of his cock banging the back
of my throat and my head slamming into the cabinet a split second later.  I
could sense he was close to climax when he stopped.  He was concentrating
on preventing his orgasm so he could prolong the fuck.

He pushed me down to the floor towering over me.  I opened my mouth wanting
to please him more.  He mounted me in a pushup position and the violent
face fuck resumed.  Because he was using both of his hands to support
himself he couldn't grab my head and pull me away from the floor.  So to
maximize his pleasure, I voluntarily lifted my head from the floor
following his movement when he pulled back with his hips, allowing him to
slam his powerful cock full force into me and for my head to hit the floor
with every thrust.  "Fuck yeah slave!" he yelled as he heard my head
pounding the floor.  I was voluntarily lifting my head off the floor to
give him the satisfaction of hearing it thump the floor each tine he
pounded his powerful cock down my throat.

After a few minutes at this intense level he began to slow down and
eventually stop so he wouldn't cum yet.  He was also fatigued from being in
the uncomfortable position.  I already had a headache and my throat was raw
and in pain from the violent assault it was taking.  I didn't know how much
more I could take.  I was already fighting the urge to push him off me.  I
knew I couldn't do that.  It would improper for a slave to do such a thing
and I also knew he would beat me up if wasn't obedient.  I knew I had to
take what ever he wanted to give me no matter how painful it was for me.
The only thing that mattered was his pleasure.

He put me back on my knees with my head against the metal cabinets again
and resumed the violent assault with even more intensity slamming my head
into the cabinet with each violent thrust.  Colton slammed into me one last
time and shot buckets of cum down my throat and collapsed against the
cabinet with my head pined between his crotch and the cabinet and his thick
cock still down my throat.  He regained his self-control, pulled his
softening cock out of my throat and made me clean him up.  "Fuck I love
making a cocksucker hurt when I fuck his face," he said with a great deal
of satisfaction, inhaling deeply and puffing out his chest enjoying the
power he possessed.  While he got dressed I rubbed my neck trying to ease
the pain in my throat.  He left without another word.  I was finally able
to get up.  That was the most violent face fucking I had ever endured.
Colton had dented the metal cabinet with my head.  I took three aspirin and
spent the rest of the day in bed.  The painful headache kept me from
getting to sleep.

I still had a headache the next morning but dragged my ass out of bed and
went back to work.  While there, I phoned a real estate agent and we
discussed what I was looking for.  She was pretty excited about the
prospect of selling two homes to one person.  I wanted to make some good
progress towards finding the new homes before Master Joe returned from his
well deserved trip.

Two days later I met with the agent after work and we started looking at
homes.  We had a lot to visit.  I considered taking some time off work but
decided it would be better to save those days for when Master Joe needed
me.  I spent every evening for the rest of the week and both Saturday and
Sunday looking.  By Sunday night I had found three possibilities for Master
Joe to look at when he returned.  They were in Victorian Village which is
located between the Ohio State campus and downtown.  It is within walking
distance of campus so the location was perfect.  The area had fallen into
disrepair in the 1930s and 40s but was restored in the 1970s and was now an
upscale trendy area.

We had also found a couple possible houses for Mark's operation.  They
weren't in Victorian Village but were near campus too and were in a
location more appropriate for the traffic Mark was expecting.  All that was
required now was Master's Joe's final decision.  I was looking forward to
his return and was proud that I had accomplished so much in his absence.

The day of Master Joe's return had arrived.  All of his slaves were excited
about his return.  Mark was planning a gourmet meal and was going to report
how much money Master's whores had made for him while he was gone.  Tim had
news of a prospective new slave who would make Master Joe more money.  His
flight was scheduled to arrive just before three o'clock so I left work
early to meet him.  Not surprisingly the flight was late.  I was waiting
outside the gate area when he arrived.  It was interesting to observe all
the attention he received wherever he went.  He was so handsome and
muscular people just couldn't take their eyes off him.  It seemed everyone
wanted to be his near him.  He was so accustomed to the adulation that he
didn't even pay attention to it.

I retrieved his luggage and we headed home.  "How was your vacation Sir," I
asked.

He ignored my question.  "How'd it go with my cousin?" Master Joe asked

"Very good Sir.  He's quite a superior man Sir.  It was an honor to serve
him while you were away Sir," I answered honestly.  My headache was finally
gone.

"I talked to him after he left," Master Joe started.  "He said you weren't
very obedient."

"That's not true Sir.  I was totally obedient.  I followed all his orders
immediately and without question," I protested.

"Are you calling my favorite cousin a liar?' Master Joe asked menacingly.

"No Sir.  I would never do that.  I would never speak ill of one of my
superiors."

"Well, it's up to you.  I can believe you and think less of my cousin
because he's a liar or I can believe him and punish you.  Which is it?" he
asked.

I certainly didn't want to be punished but it would be wrong for Master Joe
to think less of Colton.  Colton was my superior and as a sub I was duty
bound duty to protect him.  "Please punish me Sir," I answered.  "I must
not have been good enough for him and I deserve to be punished.  I
apologize for letting you down."

When we got home I unloaded Master Joe's things and we went inside.  Mark
and Tim were there and properly greeted their Master, kissing his feet.  He
soon dropped a load down Tim's throat.  I was jealous that it wasn't me.

After Master Joe finished dinner he said it was time for my punishment and
ordered me to retrieve the whip.  I assumed the position with my bare ass
in the air and he whipped me.  The pain was severe but I was glad to take
it for Colton.  After he was finished, I kissed his feet and thanked him
for it.

Master Joe and I met the real estate agent Saturday.  We visited the three
houses in Victorian Village I had picked out.  Master Joe picked the one he
liked best and signed a sales contract.  He wasn't interested in visiting
the two houses I had picked as possibilities for Mark.  He told me to make
the decision.

Mark and I decided on the house for him to move to.  It had five bedrooms
with plenty of parking nearby and was in a location where the high volume
of traffic wouldn't be noticed.  Master Joe's home needed extensive
decorating and furnishing to be suitable for a man of his stature.  Mark's
new home needed considerable work too to be suitable for what it was going
to be used for.

We soon had two home closings.  I paid cash for both homes nearly draining
my investment account.  The home in Victorian Village was titled to Master
Joe and the other one to Mark.  Now both of our old homes were put on the
market.  When they sold, all the money went into Master Joe's investment
accounts.  Less than three months out of high school and Master Joe was a
millionaire thanks to the labor of his six slaves.  That was the natural
order.  The submissives labor for the benefit of the dominant.

For the next month I worked hard and spent tens of thousands of dollars
getting Master Joe's home ready.  The decorator did an excellent job.  The
home was stately and masculine.  It fit Master Joe well.  Moving day was
upon us.  The home was fully furnished with the new furniture I had
purchased for him so the move consisted primarily of moving smaller items
like kitchen stuff, appliances and clothing.  Mark, Tim and I worked for
two days to get everything moved and put away for Master Joe.  All he had
to do was drive his shiny black Porsche over and settle in.  The house
looked great and it fit Master Joe.

The following weekend we moved some of the furniture from each of the old
houses into Mark's new place.  We sold what we could of the remainder and
trashed what was left.  We were finally all relocated.

In the September, the fall quarter started at Ohio State.  Master Joe was a
freshman majoring in economics.  It didn't take long before he had another
slave turning tricks for him at Mark's house.  Tim recruited another
slave/whore a month later.  Master Joe's stable of whores was generating a
lot of income for him increasing his wealth further.

Along with the rest of Master's slaves, I was content devoting all my time
and effort to serving the needs of a superior dominant man.  Being in his
presence gave me a euphoria that never diminished.  I knew that after many
years I had finally found my purpose in life and couldn't be happier.

THE END


Thanks to all those who contacted me throughout the course of writing this
story.  The notes motivated me to keep writing.  I particularly want to
thank the Doms who took the time to write.  Like any sub I crave any word
from a Dom.  I'm already thinking about my next story.  I hope not to keep
you waiting too long.

tracy

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