Date: Sat, 25 Dec 2004 21:24:24 -0500
From: Bruno Ciardi <brunoman51@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sir Called - Part 5

i opened the door naked, without knowing who would be entering. At one time
i would have felt shame at being viewed naked, my cock half hard by
strangers. But now it seemed almost natural. The two men who entered were an
extraordinary looking couple. The first to come in was the smaller of the
two. About 5' 8" with a fine featured, extremely handsome face, and
commanding demeanor. Following him respectfully was a larger man, also quite
good looking with a very muscular body. i assumed that the smaller man was
Mauricio. i didn't know what the other was until i saw the small chain
around his neck with a lock on it. He was, i assumed correctly, Mauricio's
slave. What followed next had ballet like precision. The slave took
Mauricio's cashmere overcoat, handed it to me to hang up, and took off his
own clothes in a single graceful movement. He immediately knelt. I followed
his lead, thinking that this was the proper thing to do as a sign of respect
to Sir and Sir's friend Mauricio.

Mauricio and Sir greeted each other casually, like old friends. Sir asked
Mauricio how his book was coming along and how his family was. Mauricio said
that the book was almost finished and that there were just a few changes to
make before publication. i did not know what kind of book Mauricio was
writing and since the slave and i were being totally ignored at the moment i
didn't think that i was going to find out. After several minutes of
conversation, Sir changed the topic. "I see that your boy has become your
slave now. His training must be coming along very well."

Mauricio replied "Yes, he has learned a great deal. It's hard to believe
that he was such a cocky stud before. Do you remember when we first saw him
at the bar. You didn't think he could be dominated and after one look in his
eyes I told you that he is just a big slave waiting for a master. Now look."
With that Mauricio approached his slave. He took the slaves chin by the hand
and raised his head from the submissive eyes down position. With his slave
looking up into his eyes Mauricio said "Who's slave are you?" The slave
replied with no self-consciousness. "I am your slave, Master." Mauricio
added "What is your goal slave?" To which the slave responded, "To serve you
and make you happy, Master." The slave's huge, blood engorged cock was
growing harder as he soaked in his master's gaze. Mauricio commanded "Sit."
The slave changed his position from kneeling to sitting with his legs open
in front of him. Mauricio stepped on his cock, not with his full weight but
with enough for me to know that it must have hurt. The slave did not wince
or move. Mauricio smiled down at him and then at Sir. He removed his foot
from the slave's cock. The slave had a look of great pleasure on his face,
as if he was very satisfied with what had been done to him. Very softly he
said "Thank you Master for your foot on your property."

Mauricio then turned to Sir. "How is your training working out? It looks as
though you have found some true slave material here."

i wondered what made me look like `true slave material' but before i thought
too much, Mauricio moved in front of me and ordered "Stand." i stood just as
if it were Sir commanding me. Mauricio inspected me. Nodded at my position
and said "Just look at the way his ass stands out. He's spent a life time
trying to let other men know that he wants them to fuck him. And look at his
eyes, always with a gentle look that says `Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I
need you to like me and love me." "Yes" he continued, "This one has always
wanted to be someone's boy or slave although he never knew it and never
would have if you hadn't helped him to discover himself." Then Mauricio
added, "Just look how his cock throbs when I talk about him as a submissive
object. Have you trained him to cum without touching him yet?"

Sir responded "No, but he barely needs to be touched. His cock is becoming
as submissive as his mind is. I am taking my time with him. He has had to
overcome the pain he has associated with humiliation so that he can be
totally free to serve. I haven't fucked him yet because he still needs to
have his mind and body become more unified in the objective of serving. Soon
he will be free enough to become a complete slave, like yours."

Maybe i should have felt offended to hear myself being spoken about like a
puppy being trained but i was concentrating completely on Sir's words and i
was very proud to be considered to be making good progress.

Mauricio noted my satisfied look. "George, this one will be your slave for
as long as you want him." Sir just winked at Mauricio and slapped me on the
ass. "You boy and you slave, get into the kitchen and get things ready for
dinner. Feel free to speak to each other. You need to get to know each other
since you will be working together a great deal. From this i understood that
Sir and Mauricio were very good friends and that using slaves and boys
together was not something completely new for them

Slave and i moved quickly to the kitchen. Although the townhouse was quite
elegant the galley kitchen was small enough so that we were very aware of
each other's nakedness. i spoke to slave first. "What should i call you.
Since i have become Sir's boy he has not used my name. Do we have names
anymore or what? Slave responded "For now we are slave and boy. They will
decide what to call us when they want." Then I questioned some more. "How
long have you been serving your master?" He replied "I've been with him for
three years. Your Sir was training another boy for the about one year but
when Sir wanted his total commitment as a slave, the boy could not go
through with it and backed out. Then your Sir was alone until he met you. I
know from overhearing Master's conversations with him on the phone or when I
have served the two of them together that your Sir thinks that you will make
the commitment. He is pleased with your progress.

Although we continued to work, slave's remarks made a deep impression on me.
My cock got harder as i thought of his words about Sir's being pleased with
me. Like a baby who begins to cry when he hears another crying, slave's cock
also began to grow. We looked at each other and grinned in complicity. He
commented "You have a nice slavecock. It really is learning to respond to
even the thought of your Sir. You'll see how wonderful it is to become the
slave of a truly dominant man such as your Sir. I was never a sub before I
met Master but since I have become his slave I have never been happier. I
still have my own professional life but the rest of my life is dedicated to
him. Not a minute of the day goes by when some part of my mind doesn't turn
to him or remember something he said or did. I think I am a very happy,
contented slave. I hope you will become one too."

We brought the food to the table, Sir at the head and Master at its foot.
When we had served them and poured their wine Sir spoke. "Since we are
getting to know each other you two will sit at the table tonight and may
join -- respectfully -- in our conversation when invited. i was very excited
and pleased at the arrangement. Slave and i sat on opposite sides of the
table. We did not have stools but our chairs were several inches lower than
the others and we were not eating from the china. Each of us had a plastic
dish and a spoon to eat with. We were also allowed to partake of the wine
from plastic cups. No matter, with legs open in deference to the two
dominant men at the table we eagerly joined them for dinner.

Mauricio and Sir spoke with animation. There friendship was a very warm and
lively one. They obviously cared for each other and shared intellectual
interests. Mauricio asked me about my work. i responded that i had worked at
my international consultant firm for seven years. i used to travel a great
deal but now was at a higher managerial position. That was good, i blushed
because it made me more available to Sir when he demanded my presence.
Mauricio responded that the arrangement was fortunate. Slave had had to give
up a more high powered position in order to dedicate himself to total
slavery. Slave added that the career sacrifice was well worth it in order to
be Mauricio's slave.

The evening continued like this with light conversation and friendly
sharing. After we cleared, Sir suggested that we go to the living room. Sir
and Mauricio took the large leather chairs. Slave sat between Mauricio's
legs and i between Sir's. After two brandies, Sir was very animated. He
suggested that slave and i start to become familiar with each other. He
opened the drawer of the end table and brought out a double-dildo with a
large head on each side. "Mauricio, do you think boy and slave should show
us how they can cum without touching their cocks?" Mauricio applauded with a
smile and said "Certainly." So we were ordered to stand back to back. The
dildo was lubed then inserted in slave's ready and willing asshole. Then
they told me to back into it as Sir fitted it into my asshole too. Mauricio
stood in front of slave and Sir  in front of me. Sir looked me in the eyes
and spoke. "Boy, start to fuck the dildo. Look me in the eyes and let me
know how much you want to make me proud of you." i began with slow
gyrations, finding a rhythm to match slave's, and feeling his ass cheeks rub
mine very erotically. i  kept my gaze on Sir, letting him know without
speaking that although it was another man's body caressing mine that every
muscle movement of pleasure really was directed by and belonged to him. Each
staring into our masters' eyes we slowly fucked each others ass.

After a while of my being in a near hypnotic trance of pure sexual
submission to Sir, Sir and Mauricio caught each other's glance and they both
said simultaneously "CUM". Both slave and i came  simultaneously. i was
quick enough to catch all of my cum in my hand, ready to eat it on command.
Slave missed several drops. One hit his Master's shoe. Mauricio's face went
stone serious. He quickly slapped slave across the face. Slave accepted the
slap. He dropped to his knees and with his ass high in the air he began
cleaning his Master's shoe with his tongue. Mauricio ignored what he was
doing and directed his attention to Sir. "George, could you tell your boy to
rub his cum in slave's face and hair. He will leave here tonight shirtless,
covered in cum. Maybe he'll learn not to be so clumsy in the future.

Sir ordered me to do what Mauricio requested. i rubbed the cum in slave's
hair and face when he finished cleaning Mauricio's shoes. Then i got
Mauricio his overcoat. Slave put it on him and then put on his own pants and
shoes. He left his shirt. Although it was only in the low 60's that evening,
slave was going to walk to the car and drive his master home with a
cum-stained face. i wondered if his master would make a stop somewhere so
that slave could be further humiliated.

When they left, Sir turned to me. "You've done well tonight boy. I am happy
with your progress. Then he added. I want to sit and read for a bit. Come
kneel at my feet." i eagerly followed him and knelt with my head facing his
crotch. Seeing me staring at his crotch he said "That's good boy. I am going
to open my pants. I want you to study my cock and balls. I want you to
concentrate on them and on how much you want to give them pleasure. Focus
your entire attention on them. Let your mind give me the best blow job you
have ever given. Think about how hungry your tongue is for my cock, how much
you want my cock to own your mouth. Don't speak but think about how much you
want to dedicate yourself to this cock." Sir didn't have to say any of those
words. i was already the slave to this man and to his cock, even though i
hadn't touched it yet.