Date: Sat, 28 May 2005 13:26:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tracy <cmhsub@yahoo.com>
Subject: New Neighbor  Part 2

I followed Master into the living room of my home.  When he stopped, I
immediately went to my knees.

"OK first off,"  Master started.  "Slaves only get the privilege of wearing
clothes when they're in public.  Get naked."

I immediately stripped off all my clothing and resumed my position at
Master's feet but now with my little cock standing out in front of me.  I'm
normally shy but was glad to be naked and vulnerable for my Master.  He
moved closer with his feet planted next to my thighs.  His crotch was in my
face forcing me to lean back a little.

'What do you know about being a slave boy?"  He asked.

"Sir, I've been reading all I could find about slavery on the net for
several years.  I have no actual experience but I've known for a long time
it's in my nature."  I responded.

"Then you know slaves have rules they must obey."

"Yes Sir, I understand that."  I responded.

"Pay very close attention."  He started.  "First rule, you always do
exactly what I tell you to do without question and without any hesitation
whatsoever.  Second, you are always completely open and honest with me.
That means when I ask you a question, you answer truthfully and completely.
If there is additional information that you think I may be interested in
you provide it without being asked.  'You didn't ask' will never be an
excuse for not providing information.  It also means you keep no secrets
from me.  There is no circumstance where it is appropriate to hide
something from me.  Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir.  I will always be totally open and honest with you Sir."  I
answered.

"The next rule is you never cum without my permission.  Keep your hands off
your dick.  A slave needs to be on the edge all the time.  It'll keep your
mind focused where it's supposed to be -- on me.  And don't ever ask to cum.
I'll decide when you need to cum and let you know."

"I understand Sir."  This wasn't unexpected.  I had read enough about
slavery to know the Master controls his slave's cock.  I wouldn't want it
any other way.

"When was the last time you jacked off?"

"Yesterday Sir."

"What were you thinking about?" He asked.

"You Sir."  I answered honestly.  This was my first opportunity to provide
more information than I had to.  "When you pissed in the bucket I was
holding for you yesterday you got some on my hand.  I licked it off.  I was
thinking about that Sir."

He smiled at my admission.  "Next.  You will always show me the proper
respect.  I am your god.  When I enter your home you will kneel and kiss my
feet.  When in my presence you will never sit.  In private you will be on
your knees with your head bowed and your hands behind your back unless
performing a task.  In a non-private setting, like my garage, you will
stand.  If you see me in any public setting, you must briefly go to your
knees, you can make it look like you're kneeling to pick something up or
tying your shoes but both knees must touch the ground.  You will always
address me as Sir or Master.  You will serve as my urinal and never waste
anything that comes out of my dick.  Have you ever swallowed a man's piss?"

"No Sir, I haven't." I answered.  "But I've tasted mine."

"Go to the kitchen and get a glass."  He ordered.

I ran to the kitchen and returned with a tall glass.  I got back on my
knees as I held it.

"Hold it against your face right under your nose."  He ordered.

I put the top of the glass against my lips as ordered.  Master took out his
beautiful cock and proceeded to piss into the glass.  This was even better
than when he had me hold the bucket for him to piss in.  His magnificent
cock was just an inch from my nose and his urine was splashing onto my
lips.  The smell was terrific.  He filled the glass most of the way up.  He
wiped the last couple drops on my cheek then put it back in his pants.

"Now take a drink and hold it in your mouth."  I took a drink as he
watched.  It's very humiliating to have a man watch you drink his urine.
"Now swish it all around your mouth.  You need to start getting used to the
taste.  Before long I will be pissing directly into your mouth.  You will
have to take it all without spilling any."  I swished it around as
instructed.  It had a very acrid taste.  "Now swallow."  For the first
time, I swallowed another man's urine.  "How'd you like that?  He asked.

"Well Sir, it is an honor to drink your urine.  It will take a while to get
used to it but I definitely want to be your urinal."

"Good boy."  He said in a pleased tone.  "Drink the rest by tomorrow
evening.  For now put it in the kitchen.  Tomorrow I'll give you some more
to drink.  Before long you'll be craving it."

I got up and put the glass of my Master's precious urine on the kitchen
counter then returned to my proper place at my Master's feet.

 "Now, we need to change to your lifestyle to fit your rank.  As a slave
you always have to remember your place.  This will help you.  You only wear
clothing in public or when someone like a repair man is in your house.
Otherwise, you're naked all the time.  You never wear underwear.  And never
a jock.  Only men wear jocks.  Throw away all your underwear today.  You'll
never need them again."

"Yes Sir.  I'll get rid of all my underwear." I said.

"When you go to the bathroom you will sit directly on the bowl.  Slaves
don't get the privilege of using the seat.  And you never use a urinal.
Urinals, like jocks, are only for men.  You can't use a urinal but you are
one."  He chuckled at his humor.

"Do you know what inspection position is?"  Master asked.

I thought for a second.  "Yes Sir.  I read about.  Standing, feet spread
shoulder wide, feet pointing out slightly, knees slightly bent, chest out,
hands clasped behind the neck."

"Correct."  Master said.  "Assume it."

I stood and assumed the inspection position.  This position leaves a boy
completely exposed and vulnerable.  It was exciting to be exposed like this
to my Master.  My little four-and-a-half inch cock stood at attention.
Master walked around me inspecting my body.  Occasionally touching and
pinching.  I work out at the gym regularly and keep in pretty good shape
and have good muscle tone.  I'm in better shape than average for someone my
age.

"You're too soft."  Master said smacking my chest with the back of his
hand.  "If you're going to serve me you need to be trim and in shape.  You
need good stamina and you need to be presentable when naked.  Do you belong
to a gym?"

"Yes Sir.  I belong to Greenbriar Athletic Club."  I responded.  I was
terribly disappointed that he was so displeased with my body.  No doubt his
standards are considerably higher than most men.

"That place is for pretenders."  He said in a disgusted tone.  You're going
to join my gym.  Do it tomorrow and sign up for three sessions a week with
a personal trainer -- two hours per session.  Ask for Clayton.  He'll whip
you into shape."   He gave me the name of his gym.

"Yes Sir.  I'll do that."

"And no more junk food.  No pop.  Don't ever buy any of that shit again.
Get rid of any that's in your house.  From now on you only eat food that is
nutritious.  No slave of mine is going to be fat and lazy"

"Yes Sir.  I'll get in better shape so I will be worthy of you."  I
resolved at that point to work hard at developing a body worthy of my
position as a slave to such a perfect man.

"Now, if you're going to be a slave you need to look the part."  Master
stated.  I experienced a little panic at this point.  My job required that
I maintain a certain image.  I dreaded what he was about to say.  "Get your
hair cut to an eighth of an inch.  Never let it exceed a half inch."  I was
relieved.  The buzz cut would be a drastic change but it's acceptable in
the office.  "And shave the hair from your crotch.  Boys don't have pubic
hair."  He added.  That would be a little humiliating when showering at the
gym but I would have live with it.

"I will carry out all your orders Sir."  I answered.

"Back on your knees."  He commanded.

I resumed my supplicant position.  "Remove my shoes and pants."  He
ordered.  Now I was getting really excited.  I reached down and removed his
shoes, reverently kissing each foot as I did.  He didn't order me to do so
but it seemed like the right thing.  Then I reached up with shaking hands,
opened his pants and lowered them.  He was wearing a jock.  He stepped out
of his pants and I resumed my kneeling position with my hands behind my
back.  He moved in closer with his bulging jock literally touching my face.
His jock was stained with sweat, urine and cum.  The masculine crotch smell
was strong and intoxicating.  I breathed deep to take it all in.

"Look up at me."  Master ordered.  I had to lean back somewhat to see his
face.  "Your primary purpose as a slave is to service this."  He said
taking my head in his hands and shoving my face into his crotch.  "The
focus of your life now is to keep my dick happy.  Everything you do must be
geared toward fulfilling that purpose."

He continued.  "That means that you engage in no activities not related to
the essentials of life and serving me.  It means no going to the movies
with friends, no parties or going out to eat or other frivolous activities.
When you're not at work, at the gym or running essential errands you're
here waiting to service my dick.  Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir. I understand.  I have no desire to do anything but serve you."  I
answered honestly.

"Now I've given you a number of rules to follow.  When I leave you're going
to sit down at your computer and record them.  You will put them on a
document, frame it and post it by your bed.  You'll review the rules
everyday and commit them to memory.  You will obey all rules fully.  The
smallest infraction will result in severe punishment.  If you break any
rules it is up to you to tell me and ask for punishment.  That's part of
your commitment to honesty.  Do you understand?"

"Yes I do Sir."  I responded.  I had read enough about slavery to
understand that rules infractions resulted in punishment.

"Tomorrow you will get a house key made and give it to me.  I will come and
go anytime I want.  You will have no privacy from me."

"I already have a spare key I can give you Sir."   I offered.  "Would you
like me to get it?"

"Yes."  I retrieved the key for him and he pulled out his key ring and
added it to the collection.  "You also need to get a pager."

That was covered too.  "My cell phone has a pager feature Sir."  I gave him
my cell phone number.

"Whenever I page you, you drop whatever you're doing and respond
immediately.  There is nothing in your life that is more important than
serving me."

"I agree Sir.  There is also nothing I would rather do Sir."  I said.

"OK.  Now you need to know that you can quit anytime.  If you don't like
the rules or the chores or the humiliation you can quit.  You can also
refuse punishment.  The punishment I give you will be extremely painful.
You're an adult.  You have the ability to understand and follow orders so
when you don't, I can only conclude that you are willfully defying me.
That can't be tolerated and the punishment will be severe."  Master
explained.

He went on.  "However, once you say no there's no going back.  You will
never get to be my slave again.  You will never suck my dick.  You will
never drink my piss, you won't be able to fulfill your purpose in life.
Once you say no, it's permanent.  You'll never get to serve me again.
Ever."

That was the most frightening thing I had ever heard.  In the last hour I
had realized my destiny.  For the first time I could be myself and quit
pretending to be something I'm not.  By becoming a slave I felt free for
the first time.  The prospect of returning to my old life was the most
abhorrent thing I could think of.

"Sir I understand."  I started.  "But I don't believe there could be
anything worse than not being your slave.  From this point forward I am
your property to use any way you wish.  I do dedicate the rest of my life
to serving you.  It's an honor I don't ever intend to forsake.  The gift
you have given me is greater than anything I've ever received or ever will.
I don't think I can ever adequately express my gratitude"

"I have some understanding of how you feel."  He said.  "Cocksucking
submissives like you were put on earth to serve dominate men.  They're of
no value if they're not serving.  On a subconscious level you knew you were
worthless so you were unhappy.  By allowing you to serve me I am giving
your life value."

"Yes Sir.  That's exactly correct."

"Now it's time for you to suck my dick."  He said.  "Remove my jock."

This was the moment I dreamed of from the moment I first laid eyes on this
god.  I reached up and carefully pulled down his jock.  He stepped out of
it and before me was the most magnificent cock I've ever seen, in person or
print.  It had to be nine inches long.  It was thick with just the
slightest upward curve.  It was awe inspiring.  And his balls were low
hanging and huge.  All this breathtaking equipment was surrounded by an
abundance of black pubic hair.  I was truly in heaven.  Seeing his
cyclopean cock made me feel even more inferior.

"New rule boy."  Master said.  I had to break my fascinated gaze to look up
at him.  "You always greet and say good bye to my cock with a big kiss."
It was my pleasure.  I leaned forward and reverently kissed him right on
the slit.  It was the happiest moment of my life.

"Have you sucked much cock boy?"  He said looking down at me.

"No Sir I haven't."  I said.  "I've only sucked three cocks.  None of them
as magnificent as yours Master."

"Well you will be required to get good at it boy and be able to deep throat
me.  Get on the internet and look up some articles on how to suck cock and
deep throat.  Study them and practice. Buy yourself a dildo to practice
with.  I expect you to be an expert cocksucker quickly."

"I will definitely do that Sir."  I said obediently.

"For now I won't go down your throat.  Use your hand to work what won't fit
in your mouth."  He commanded.

"I'm ready Sir." I said enthusiastically.

He moved forward and shoved it in.  It was wonderful having his throbbing
member sliding across my eager lips into my slave mouth.  When he hit the
back of my throat I gagged just a little but was able to control myself.  I
used my hand on the part that wasn't in my mouth and he developed a good
rhythm.  I appreciated his patience.  Before long I could feel my Master's
cock get even thicker.  I knew he was about to shoot.

"I'm going to cum boy."  He groaned.  "Don't swallow, just hold it in your
mouth."  Then with a primitive yell he erupted.  He shot eight times in
succession.  His mighty testicles had manufactured a huge amount of semen
and I was the fortunate recipient.  It was almost more than I could hold.
Soon he was spent.  He started to soften up and pulled out.  "Now just hold
it in your mouth for a couple minutes and swish it around like you did my
piss.  You need to grow accustomed to this taste too."  He instructed.  I
bathed my mouth with his man juice. Though I don't really like the taste of
semen this was wonderful because it was his.

While I savoring the taste of his semen, Master was cleaning his cock off
by wiping it in my hair.  "OK you can swallow now."  Master said.

I swallowed his wonderful gift and said "Thank you Master.  That was a
wonderful experience.  You have given meaning to my life by making me your
slave."  I bent over and kissed his feet again.

"I know I have boy.  I'm going to go now.  You can dress me."  I kissed his
now soft cock good bye and helped him with his jock. pants and shoes.
"You've got a lot to do in the next day.  See that all your tasks are
completed by tomorrow evening."

"I will Sir.  Thank you Sir."

"Do you have any questions?  He asked.

"Yes Sir I do.  Can I still hang out with you in your garage?"

"Sure.  I'm going to continue to work you."

"Thank you Sir."

And with that he left.


Working on the next part.  Comments and suggestions welcome:
cmhsub@yahoo.com
Yahoo IM: cmhsub