Date: Wed, 26 Oct 2005 13:58:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tracy mck <cmhsub@yahoo.com>
Subject: New Neighbor   Part 8

I was home Friday night.  Master Joe was at a football game.
I was going to turn in early as I was tired from a hard week
at the office and at the gym.  At about 9:00 pm Master
walked in.  I was thrilled to see him.  I didn't get many
opportunities to serve him anymore since he had taken Karen
and Allan as slaves.  I was thrilled.

I went to him and kissed his feet and assumed my position of
respect on my knees.  "Welcome Master.  It's good to see you
Sir."  I respectfully offered.

"Put some shorts on."  He ordered.  "We're going somewhere."

I ran to my room and put on some gym shorts.  I followed him
to his truck and got in the passenger side.  As we drove he
said, "We're going to a leather bar to meet some friends.
It's not unusual for men to have slaves there so you won't
be out of place but slaves aren't allowed to wear clothing
there so lose the shorts."  I took off the shorts that I was
wearing.  I had never been out in public naked as a slave
and was terrified.  "Slaves are expected to behave a
properly there," he continued.  "You will be on your best
behavior and treat all the men with the highest respect.
You'll only speak when spoken to and address all the men as
sir.  When you're not serving the men at my table you will
kneel on the floor at my feet and your eyes will always be
focused on my crotch.  You got that slave?"

"Yes Sir," I meekly responded.

"You're also going to serve as the urinal for the men at my
table.  When any of them tells you he has to piss, you will
open his fly take out his cock and point it to your mouth
and he will relieve himself.  When he's done pissing you
will clean off any residual drops with your lips and thank
him for his urine."

"It will be an honor Sir."  I said.  This was going to be a
new experience for me, one which I wasn't looking forward
to.  I had always been afraid to go into a leather bar.  The
men who frequented such places were way out of my league and
I was too intimidated by them to go in.  Now I would be
going in one in the nude.

"If you embarrass me you will be punished like you've never
been punished before," he warned.  The warning wasn't wasted
on me.  I didn't want to experience his wrath again.

When we got to the bar, we parked in back.  We walked in
from the truck to the door with me just behind and to the
left of my Master.  I naturally held the door for him.  The
place was dimly lit and smoky but I could see well enough to
recognize there was a sizable crowd.  A lot of the men were
wearing leather and a lot more looked pretty big and
intimidating.  I drew an immediate reaction since I was
wearing nothing but the chain around my neck.  They were
accustomed to seeing slaves there but still got a kick out
of it whenever a slave came in wearing nothing but a slave
collar or, in my case, a slave chain.  I didn't outwardly
react to the attention.  I wanted to cover myself up but
knew that wouldn't be proper so I kept my hands behind my
back and concentrated on following my Master through the
crowd.  As usual, Master was as much an object of admiration
and desire as I was of ridicule.  I quickly recognized that
slaves were fair game there as a number of the bar patrons,
both men and women, took the liberty of feeling me up as I
passed by.  I was again glad for all the hard work Clayton
had put me through during the last six months.  My body was
in outstanding shape and I had nothing to be ashamed of
there, except for my tiny boy dick which was almost always
hard since I was seldom allowed to cum.  Tonight was no
exception.  It had been weeks since I had cum and there was
no getting soft in the presence of my virile Master.  My
cock stood at attention and was handled by more than a few
of the people we passed.

Master found the table where his three friends were waiting.
Clayton was one of the men at the table.  I didn't recognize
the other two.  "So this is the boy you enslaved," the
younger one said.  I later heard Clay call him Steve and the
other Jake.

"He's one of my human assets," Master said, throwing a
twenty on the table then turned to me.  "Get me a beer boy,"
he ordered.  "Anyone else need one?"  He asked.  Clay said
he did.  "Two."  Master said.

I made my way towards the bar to fetch the drinks.  The
crowd continued to take liberties with me and ridicule my
lowly status.  I noticed two other naked slave boys and was
relieved that I wasn't the only one there.  It was clear
that slaves were part of the character of the place, an
underclass that the superiors enjoyed mildly abusing.  When
I finally got to the bar I asked the bartender for two
beers.  "Slaves have to order from the end of the bar
cocksucker," he rudely said pointing to the back.

"Oh, I apologize Sir," I said then headed to my proper
place.

As I headed to the end of the bar, a man roughly grabbed my
cock and stopped me.  He was a big man wearing a vest but no
shirt, showing off his hairy chest and muscular arms.  "Boy,
did you know being another man's slave is low as a man can
sink?"  He said.

"Yes Sir."  I responded simply.

"Do you like being the property of another man to use any
way he chooses?"

He was just using me for the amusement of the men he was
with but I remained courteous.  "Yes Sir.  It is what I was
born to do," I responded respectfully.  "Sir, I have to get
my Master a drink.  I probably shouldn't keep him waiting
Sir."

"Kiss my feet and I'll let you go," he said.  I got down on
the floor and kissed his feet while he and his friends
laughed.  I was glad to do this as it gave him pleasure and
giving dominant men pleasure is the purpose of my existence.

I got back up and submissively said, "It was an honor to
kiss your feet Sir.  May I proceed with fetching my Master's
drinks?"

"You're a well trained slave boy, very courteous to your
superiors.  Your Master should be proud of you," he said.
"I bet you're a pretty good cocksucker.  How'd you like to
swing on this boy?"    He said grabbing the large bulge in
his pants.

"That would be very nice Sir but I really need to get my
Master's drinks.  I will be severely punished if I keep him
waiting."  Fortunately he let me proceed.

I made it to the end of the bar and asked the same bartender
for two beers.  I paid for them, thanked him and returned to
the table where I knelt and served Master and Clayton their
drinks.  Neither one acknowledged me.  I sat at my Master's
feet and fixed my gaze on the sizable bulge between his
legs.  I knew what was beneath that bulge and longed to
service it.  Though there was plenty of action in the bar
and I was curious to see what was going on, I never shifted
my focus unless the men at the table had me running errands.

After about a half hour, Master stood up and told me he had
to take a piss.  I dutifully unzipped his black jeans, took
out his massive cock and pointed it towards my thirsty mouth
knowing many eyes would be on me.  He let go with a strong
stream and it caught the attention of the nearby tables.
Quickly the whole bar got quiet and watched my Master piss
in my mouth.  I became the center of attention for the whole
bar.  Serving as another man's urinal is as low as a man can
sink and I could feel all those eyes on me.  Everyone there
was witnessing my debasement.  I knew such public
humiliation was part of being a slave.  When he finished I
reverently cleaned the remaining drops from his magnificent
hose and thanked him.  The bar erupted in applause and
laughter.  I ignored the crowd and put his cock back in his
pants and zipped him up.  I returned to my place on the
floor and resumed staring at his crotch waiting for my next
task.

While I waited I thought about what I had just done.  I
realized I was glad that Master had brought me here and put
me on display before all these people.  I was proud of what
I was doing.  This was my purpose in life and I wanted these
people to see me fulfilling it.  Everyone who laid eyes on
my Master felt profound admiration for him and I was proud
to be the one lucky enough to be serving him.  Though I
didn't understand why, I felt a basic need to publicly
demonstrate that I was a slave willing to suffer any
degradation for my Master.

Later Clayton got up to go to the bathroom.  Master stopped
him and told him to use me for his urinal.  "OK," he said.
"Tracy's had my dick in his mouth many times but he's never
had the pleasure of drinking my liquid waste.  You want to
drink my urine boy?"

"Yes Sir, it would be an honor Sir."  I answered.  I really
liked and admired Clay and wanted to do this for him.  "May
I?"  I asked, looking up at him and tentatively reaching for
his zipper.

"Do it boy," he ordered putting his hands on his hips.  I
repeated the task that I had performed on my Master earlier.
Again, the people in the bar enjoyed my performance and I
reveled in the humiliation.

For several more hours I fetched drinks and served as a
urinal for my Master and his guests.  I had to go to the
restroom several times to make room for more of their urine.
On one trip I encountered the big muscular man who had
stopped me at the bar.  He demanded the blow job that I had
"promised" him at the bar.  I didn't argue with him about
the promise.  I got on my knees and gave him one of my
expert blow jobs as the other men in the restroom egged us
on.  He exploded down my throat and held me there with his
cock down my throat for a couple minutes as he regained his
composure.  Thanks to Clay's training I had no problem with
his dick cutting off my air for as long as he desired to
keep it there.  "That was the best blow job I ever had," he
appreciatively said.  "Your Master is one lucky man."  I
knew I was the lucky one.

At the end of the night I proudly followed Master out and
got in his truck for the ride home.  "You did good tonight
boy.  Did you enjoy yourself?"  He asked.

I thought for a moment and finally said, "Yes Sir, I did.
You know I always consider it an honor to serve you.  I
realized that I want as many people as possible to see me
being your slave.  I was very proud of what I was doing.  It
was a good night Sir.  I hope you will take me there to
serve you again Sir."

"You were born to be a slave.  That's why it felt so
natural," Master said.  "You were doing what you were
destined to do so you felt comfortable."

"It's true Sir.  Being a slave, your slave, is the best
thing that ever happened to me.  I've never been so happy.
I owe you everything.  I truly am your property."  The rest
of the way home I sat in contented silence.  When we got
back, Master made me give him a blow job as he stood in the
driveway.  Anyone going by could have seen us.  It was an
honor to take him into my mouth.  I would be proud to have
anyone observe this act of loving service.  I gave him my
best effort and was rewarded with a giant load of his prized
semen.  As I was cleaning him he told me that as a reward
for my good work I could jack off before I went to sleep.  I
thanked him for his generosity.

When I got home, Master Joe was there.  He had fallen asleep
on the couch but woke up when I came in and advanced towards
me menacingly.  "Where the fuck were you asshole?  You're
supposed to be here waiting to serve me you lowlife
cocksucking piece of slave shit," he yelled.

I went to my knees at his feet and answered, "I was with
your father Sir.  He went to a bar and took me along to
serve him," I answered just before hissing his bare feet.

That seemed to placate him.  He slipped out of gym shorts,
went back to the couch and sat down.  "Get to work on my
dick cocksucker," he said putting his feet up on the coffee
table and spreading them.  I assumed my proper place between
his legs and got my face in his crotch.  I started licking
his huge cock and balls breathing in his manly aroma and had
him moaning with pleasure in no time.  After a while he
pulled his knees back exposing his hole.  "Get to work on my
shitter boy," he said.  I immediately shifted and started
licking his asshole.  He really liked having his hole licked
and I was glad I could make him feel so good.  I started
sticking my tongue up his hole as far as I could get it.  I
loved the feeling of my tongue up his asshole and in that
wonderful smooth canal that carries his shit.  It was such a
pleasure putting my tongue in him.

After about ten minutes, he abruptly stood up.  "I'm going
to fuck you," he stated.  I was surprised because although I
had blown him many times, he had never fucked me.  I was
glad that he was going to use me in this way but was a
little apprehensive because his cock was so massive.  "Get
some lube and get in the bedroom," he ordered.

I went to the bathroom and snatched a jar of Vaseline.
Master Joe was on the bed with his legs spread and his huge
cock in his hand.  "Work on this a little more.  Get it good
and hard."  I got down between his legs and put my tongue to
work on that long sausage.  He quickly got hard as a steel.
"OK, that's good cocksucker.  Now lube me up."  I grabbed
the Vaseline and lovingly greased up his heavy tool gently
kissing it as I went.  I was in awe of his exceptional
equipment.

He got up and roughly moved me into position on my hands and
knees.  He moved behind me and started to probe my hole with
that giant weapon.  "Here it comes," he said as he pushed
just his head in.  It felt huge.  I groaned in pain.  "Shut
the fuck up slave.  We're just getting started."  He then
pushed all the way in.  He wasn't gentle.  It felt like
someone had shoved a baseball bat up my ass.  Hard as I
tried to stay silent I couldn't.  It was just too painful.
I let out a yell but Master Joe didn't pay any attention.
He was deep inside me and I was in pain.  He was so big it
felt like his cock was going to come out my mouth.  Master
Joe let out a satisfied sigh and just held it there for a
while.  That was fortunate for me.  It allowed me some time
to become accustomed to the giant log in me.  I had tears in
my eyes but knew I had to take whatever he wanted.  There
was no resisting his power.  After a few seconds the pain
subsided from excruciating to just very uncomfortable.  He
pulled most of the way out then roughly shoved it all the
way back in.  He developed a rhythm and I was getting used
to the pain which subsided as he continued to ram his
cyclopean pole in me.  Before long I realized that it felt
good.  Then it felt great.  "You've got one tight hole
cocksucker.  This feels great."  He groaned.  It felt
spectacular to me.

Master Joe continued to pump his great member in and out of
me.  "Take my big cock slave boy."  He moaned.  "I own you
slave.  I'm going to fuck you anytime I want."  He picked up
the pace.  I was in heaven.  This was the greatest feeling I
had ever experienced in my life.   I wanted it to go on
forever.  Unfortunately after about ten minutes of ramming I
felt him tense up and he let out a shriek, shoved all the
way in, held it there and climaxed.  I could feel him
shooting his hot manly load in to me as his rock hard cock
pulsed repeatedly.  He then collapsed on me with his
softening cock still in me.  After he rested a while he
pulled out leaving me feeling very empty.  "Clean me up
boy," he commanded.  I got back down between his legs and
licked him clean.  He quickly fell asleep.

Before I went to sleep I experienced one of the most intense
pleasurable climaxes ever.  This had been the best day of my
life.  I served both of my Masters and given them both
immense pleasure.  I was fulfilling my purpose in life and
no one could ask for more.  I held my young Master's massive
muscular body in my arms and fell asleep.

I woke up before Master Joe Saturday morning.  I got cleaned
up before I heard him summon me.  "Gotta piss slave," he
said.  I got down between his legs, took his head in my
mouth and he relieved himself.  "Fix me some breakfast," he
commanded when he finished urinating.

"Yes Sir."  I said and went to the kitchen to fix a meal for
my Master.

A half hour later I served him breakfast in bed.  While he
was eating he said, "There's a boy in my school who wants to
be my slave too.  I'm going to send him over to see you.
You need to give him training on how to serve me."

I instantly felt a little pang of jealousy.  I couldn't help
it.  But I knew that Master Joe didn't belong to me, I
belonged to him.  A man like him deserved as many slaves as
he wanted.  There were, no doubt, many boys who would want
to serve him.  "I'll do that Sir.  Is there anything in
particular you want me to cover with him?"  I asked.

"No, just be sure he understands what it means to be a slave
and what I expect of my mine.  Give him some training on
sucking cock.  My slaves have to be expert cocksuckers like
you.  He'll have to take good care of my dick just like you
do."

I was delighted with the compliment he gave me.  It is
critical for a slave to be able to service his Master's cock
to provide the greatest pleasure possible.  "I'll do that
Sir," I said.  "I'll be sure he understands what an honor it
is to be owned by you.

"His name is Tim.  He was on the baseball team with me.  He
couldn't keep his eyes off me.  I finally let him suck my
dick.  He can't get enough of me but that's pretty common.
No one can.  I told him if he wanted to suck me off any more
he had to become my slave.  He can't wait," he said.

"OK Sir, I'll give him the best training I can," I promised.
It was no surprise Master was adding another slave to his
stable.  A superior man like him would attract many
submissives and he could have his pick of them.  As the
years progress, there will be many who will want to serve
him but only a small portion of them will get the honor.

Master Joe got up and took a shower.  When he was finished,
I dried off his magnificent muscular body and he got dressed
and left.

After he was gone, I reflected again on how for the first
time in my life I was really happy for having met and given
myself to these two superior men.  I knew that I always had
to strive to give them everything they were entitled to as
superior dominant men.




Next part is in progress.
Thanks to those who have sent emails and suggestions.  Your
emails fuel the desire to write.

I especially want to thank the Doms who have been so kind to
write me.  It is for
your pleasure that I labor.  I am at your service.
tracy

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