Date: Tue, 06 Mar 2001 10:20:34 -0000
From: Seth O' Donnell <rhapsodysoul07@hotmail.com>
Subject: 'Slave to his parents 3'  {Seth O'Donnell}  (MM bdsm)

Part 2 ended when Nigel was instructed to stay in a kneeling position as a
punishment and Paul went up to his room)...enjoy reading.


Paul lie on his bed, thinking of the day's events. Something so wonderful
had happened to his life. He thinks about Nigel, his firm, taut and youthful
body, his handsomness, his submissiveness. However, most importantly, he
loves his boy so much and although now theirs was a master/slave
relationship, he wanted it to be based on love and pssion and not a
relationship that is based on sadistic cruelty. Paul never want it to be
this way. As he thinks, he starts to wonder whether it was too much of him
to be so harsh to his boy.. He thinks of Nigel's body in position, kneeling
down there with tears running down his eyes, he couldn't felt more ashamed
of himself. How could he let his mind being overruled by his own
excitedness. As he ponders further, he couldn't resist it but to run down
the stairs to the living room. He needs to see Nigel in the eye at this very
moment. As he runs out of his room, he knows that Nigel certainly means more
to him than any other person/things in his life now.

Nigel was still in position as Paul had instructed him. He is kneeling down,
naked, with his hands placed behind his head tightly, all the while his eyes
still focusing on the camera's lens. Tears are still flowing down from his
eyes, his whole body feeling almost numb now, especially his arms. He wanted
to stretch himself but he knows that he can't. He wanted to be truely sorry
for his mistake earlier. Then he heard Paul's footsteps. He quickly alerted
himself, wanting to present the best of himself to his master.

Paul saw Nigel in position and he was pleased that the boy had obeyed his
commands. He walked past him to the sofa and and took up the camera. He
pulled out the film and expose it to the light, then throw it into the
dustbin.

"Boy, stand up, into position, come nearer to me"

"Yes sir!"

Nigel stood up, his body was tensed in every parts. He walked akwardly
towards Paul and stand besides him in position.

"Look, boy, i shouldn't have used this camera to take down yr movements. I
should have trusted you, our relationships should be based on trust and
love. im sorry, u understand?"

"Sorry sir, im sorry to had f**ked up, please don't say sorry to me, i
understand that you love me alot, i love you too, sir!"

Paul was totally melted by what Nigel had said. All throughout his
experiences with other boyslaves, he never said sorry to anyone before. Now
he knows that Nigel will be the jewel in his crown, the pride of his whole
life.

"Come, come and sit down here, right besides me!"

"Oh ca..can i do that?" Nigel hesitated for a moment, he thought that he
should have respect for his master, how can he sit down together with him.

"Why not, you are my dearest slave that i could ever have, as long as you
obey and respect me and not take my love for granted, you can...come here or
else i will get angry!"

"Yes sir, thank you sir!"

Nigel went and sit besides Paul, still a bit stiff, he didn't know how to
react but just to sit down on the sofa, back still arched, chest out and
hands still above his bums.

"Relax, boy, off with the formalities!"

Paul shifted nearer to his slaveboy. He tooked off the nipple clamps.
Nigel's nipples are now stiff and hard. Paul stroked on his nipples gently
and caress it, trying to smooth the pain.

"Still hurts?"

"No" Nigel replied!

"Come, lie on my lap."

All the while, the two men gazes into each others' eyes. Paul starts to
caress gently his boy's body. As they sit there in the couch comfortably,
the evening sun setting, both locked lips. Paul begin kissing his boy, Nigel
responding too. Both men embrace one another and ended up slouching in the
couch for the whole evening. As Nigel and Paul both drifted into blissful
dreams, Nigel still resting down on Paul's laps, night had already creeped
in.

Paul then tickle nigel on his abs and asked him to wake up. "Wake up, boy,
let's go out for dinner!"

Nigel went and have his face washed and in no minute at all appear before
Paul, standing in position once again. Paul was pleased to see Nigel in
position, this shows that he still understand that Paul is his master
despite their love for one another. He thought to himself that theirs was
truely a relationship based on love and respect.

"Stay here, i'll go upstairs to take the necessary clothes that you will
wear out."

"Yes sir!"

Paul then reappear with a set of clothes for his boy. A ripped army tank top
in green, a pair of levis denim cutoffs, and a pair of black jockstrap. In
no time at all, Nigel dressed himself up. Truely, he was an impressive
sight, his biceps exposed showing defination rather than bulge, his butt was
firm against the material of the cuttoffs. He's now ready to go off. but
before that, Paul removed the dog collar from his neck annd replaced it with
a stylish, thinner metal choker that looks more like a fashion accessory
rather than a dog's collar. He did this because he doesn't want Nigel to be
embarrassed also and at the same time, still reminding him of his position.

Paul kissed Nigel on the cheek and both of them went out of the house into
the car.

Paul wanted to take Paul to a posh restaurant to celebrate their new found
relationship with one another. Within ten minutes, they arrived at the
restaurant. The place was upscale classy and posh. Nigel felt a little
ashamed. He doesn't feel right in this kind of place with what he is
wearing. Paul notice nigel's uncomfortableness and asked him what's wrong.

"What's wrong? You don;t like this place?"

"NO, master, its ookk with me.....!" Nigel replied, as he doesn't want Paul
to be dissapointed.

"Then let's go."

Paul walked towards the restaurant with Nigel following him behind slowly.

They entered into the restaurant. Indeed the place was posh. Victorian
decorations with several chandeliers along the ceiling, impressive bar and a
rich clientele.

"hi, good evening sir, may i help you?" a waiter at a door attending to
Paul.

"A table for two please for me and my boy."

"alright sir, please proceed in!"

Nigel follow closely Paul noticing eyes roaming on him. He felt thoroughly
uneasy. Paul sat down on the chair. The waiter wanted to show Nigel to the
chair but Nigel didn't dare to sit down, he keeps his eyes on Paul.

"Sit down, boy!"

"Yes, SIR"

"Give me two sets of sirloin steaks, wine for me and juice for the boy!"

The waiter took the order and proceeded to process the order.

Soon, they finished their dinner. While walking out of the restaurant, eyes
were still mingling on Nigel, giving him a disapproving look on their faces.
Paul realised that and took Nigel by the hand and exited quickly.

They got into the car and Paul drove them to a nearby park.
"Boy,i realised that you have been uncomfortable all night...would you want
to tell me why?" paul asked gently but with a firm tone to it.

"Sir, I jus felt uneasy with all those eyes peering at me, its not like the
feeling in college whereby i..i noe that they are admiring me, this time
round, i can feel the tension in their eyes. I felt ashamed and
embarrassed..sir, i noe i shouldn't feel this way but i..." As he answers,
his voice turns into little sobs.

This is what makes Nigel wonderful, although he's a grown up man but he's
able to let his emotions run free....Paul thought to himself, a true slave
material, not just that but a man who is truthful and honest with his
emotions. He loves him so much....

"Look boy, you should not be ashamed at all, those people have no place in
our lives, u understand, we don't need their approval. A slave is not lowly,
a slave is someone who is proud and confident enough to hand his life over
to a master completely and love him with all his heart. You are one
yourself, you are my slave, my boy and you must realise deep inside you,
what matters most in your life is that YOUR MASTER LOVES YOU MORE THAN
ANYTHING IN THE WORLD, and i do, u understand?"

Paul speaks assuringly all the while looking into Nigel's eyes and stroking
his hair.

Nigel upon hearing this couldn't resist anymore but to embrace his master.
He put his strong arms around his master's equally taut body and they locked
up there in each other. Paul contiue to stroke Nigel's hair and that moment
seems to be forever.

Nigel was glad and assured. now he knows that what he had been thru so far
is more than worthwhile, he knows in his heart that he had found a pillar of
strength in his master, one who will never let him down.

Paul was glad too. Nigel is the best thing that ever happen to him. He will
cherish and nuture him into the perfect slave.

As both men sat there in each other arms, they begin to dream of what lies
ahead in their life.

Soon the dawn breaks and the scene was beautiful....they both woke up.

"Look, boy, look at the morning light, its so beautiful, come lets take a
jog back to the car.!"

"yea, its really beautiful especially in yr arms, sir!"

Paul smiled..."come lets go, but first take off yr tank top first, i will
want to see my boy's body glistening in the morning glow!"

Nigel stripped off his tank top w/o any hesitation, flex a little to his
master and started jogging.

They got into the car and halfway thru' the journey, Paul decided its time
to go shop for new clothes for his boy as he turned into the shopping area.

It's saturday morning as the shopping area in town is always filled with
people, especially with youths hanging around the malls. It is not a
beachtown so everyone will be in their casuals. Seldom, people will be
shirtless here. As Paul was turning into the carpark, he had a glimpse at
Nigel and he thought that this will be a good time to see whether how has
last night's talk at the park help him.

The morning sun was shining brighter and as they got out of the car, Nigel
stood there half naked awaiting Paul's instuction. Paul went over and tugged
at his cutoffs playfully and drag him along. Along the way to the mall,
there had been unwanted stares from the youths. However this time round,
Nigel never even flinch, he still continued to walk behind Paul. Nigel was
comfortable and Paul knows it and he was proud of his boy.

They first went into a sports shop. There were several athletic college
types trying out jerseys, caps and stuff.

Paul went straight to the saleslady  and ask her for some running shorts.
The lady in no time at all presented to Paul some designs. Paul looked it
over and found one that he particularly like. It is made of light material
and its color is of the skin color. He took that and ask Nigel to try it out
at the dressing room and wear it out afterwards...

Nigel tried it and he found it to be pretty nice as it had a nice feel on
his skin. He looks himself at the mirror and find the combination of black
thongs and running shorts to be rather weird but nonetheless he came out of
the dressing room.

"Hmmn, its pretty fit on you, yea, come turn around for me to see, well the
slits at the side are high enough, your butt fills the short rather well"
Paul commented as he tapped a few times on Nigel's butt.

The saleslady was abit amused and she giggled a bit.

Nigel knows that and he begin to tell himself that it does not matter.
Although there's not a strong struggle anymore but he stills feel embarassed
and shy. He guess that it will takes time for him to be totally at ease and
until that, he will try not to be ashamed, as he will not want to disappoint
his master.

"ok boy, why don't you put yr arms behind your head, i want to see how it
looks when you flexed yr muscles..."
Nigel obeyed and immediately placed his arms behind his head and showed it
to his master.

"ok, good, i will take this one for you, go and change now!" Paul slapped
Nigel on his sides to signal him to get moving.

After that Paul decided to move on to the real "shopping" deal. They got
into the car and started on their journey to the a specialty area selling
stuffs.services that shld really be his prime interest.

They soon arrived. The area was quite big, and here its quite different form
the earlier mall. There are noticebly lots of gays around. The shops here
are pretty different as well. One particular shop looks pretty strange to
nigel. there were whips and chains, and some other stuff which nigel had no
idea of. Of course, Paul knows it too well.

Paul decided to skip those shops first...and went into a hair salon. It's
not like a normal salon at all. first the walls were painted  a dark shade,
on the walls there hang paintings of masters punishing their slaves.

"Welcome sir, have a seat here, what would you like to drink?" A man in his
early twenties approach Paul and showed him to a large sofa.

The young man was dressed in black boxer and nothing else.

"Gimme a cuppa of coffee!"

"Yes, sir, it will come up pretty quick!" the young man responded.

Nigel meanwhile was standing in "position", with his back arched, chest out
and hands above his bum. He saw the young man's body and was surprised that
there aren't any traces of body hair on his body, even his pits. He alwasy
thought that men must have at least some hair, as a sign of manhood, but
after seeing the young man, he had a different view now. He never knew that
hairless man looks good, in fact better as the shape of a man's bodyline
accentuates further without any hair.

He stand there while his master is sipping the coffee, and soon it was his
turn.

"Hey, Paul, how are you?" A man that is his forties appeared and begin to
embrace Paul. "what brings you here?"

"Oh, i bought my boy here to have his "hair" done...!"

"Ya well, you always do with yr other slaves, so this yr new acquired
slaveboy."

"Oh yes, he's not any other slave, he's my foster son and only recently my
boy...!"

"Ohhhhh...ermm...pretty goodlooking and look at his pecs, they are so taut
and firm, only that the small amount of hair tracing the middle should be
trimmed off....you really got yrself a great deal here huh..."

The middle aged man exclaimed as he traces the muscles of Nigel's pecs and
the visible crevice in the middle of his pecs.

"you certainly got a good sense of humor huh, Joe, ok get on with yr job!"

"oh ya certainly, you can't wait to see this fit young slave in his glorious
hairless body rite...Come lets proceed to the "shaving" room...!" Joe
slapped Nigel on his bum and proceed to the room.

"Come pretty boy, lets go!"

They went into the room and first Paul went on and introduce the middle aged
man to Nigel.

"Boy, this Sir here is my friend, you shall address him as "Master Joe", he
will "cut yr hair" for you, make sure you obey and follow his instructions,
is that understood?"

"Yes SIR..."

"I will be goin to do some stuff and i will return later to fetch you, joe i
will live my boy in yr hands, make sure you do a good job!"
With that, Paul walked out of the salon.

"Strip, boy!"

"Yes Master Joe!"

Nigel stood of his cutoffs and pull down his thongs, he stood there now
completely naked with his hands rested above his bums.

Master Joe then went forward and played with Nigel's nipples...circling them
and working into his pecs.

"you got quite alot of hair but it will all be gone, ok come and placed your
arms behind yr head, don't even flinch!"

Nigel did as instructed.

Joe then took up the razor and started shaving Nigel's pits, chest, the
naval area, the crotch and finally his ass crack. In no time at all, nigel
was as hairless as the day he was born. Joe then begin to check for even the
slightest trace of hair but he found his skills to be perfect.

"ok come over here!"
Master Joe then begin to run his fingers over nigel's hairless bod. He begin
to admire the musculature. He cupped nigel's balls in his hands and begin to
pinch it softly, moving to his cock.

"Bend yr ass for me!"

"Yes. master Joe"

"ermm...good, no amount of hair left....!"

"Thank You Master Joe!"

Nigel was left alone standing there in his new glory while Joe went about
clearing up.

Paul returned and upon seeing Nigel went and touch him.
"Oh mine, you look gorgeous, boy!"

"Thank you Sir."

With that he ordered nigel to dress up but this time w/o the thongs, then he
went and thanked joe for the help and paid him.

They went out of the salon and into a supposedly tattoo shop.

"Hi boss, i would you like you to mark my new boy!"

The boss nodded and went around preparing for the job. He did not even
checked out nigel's body as joe did.

"One on the left pec, the name on the right pec, and one on the right upper
arm, pls, the same intitials, the boy's name is nigel"

"No problem, jus rest yrself over there and yr boy will be ready in a split
second."

The man went abt searching for the stuff and proceeded to do it. True
enough, it was all done. The tattoos were still fresh and red but it already
stands out on nigel's youthful and taut body. On his right pec "Slave
Nigel", on the left pec, there's a barcode picture, and on the right upper
arm writes "Property of Master Paul" on top of a picture of an eagle (Paul's
initial).

Paul admired the handiwork and smiled to nigel. Nigel felt his master's
approval and smiled back radiantly. With that they kiss each other briefly
and went out of the shop.

With that, Paul decided it's time to go home. Its been a long day for nigel
and himself. As both master and slave sat in the car, they were proud of
each other. Paul's proud of his slaveboy and Nigel's proud of his master.
Both men are truely deeply in love but as the journey continues, however
Paul knows in his heart, its not gonna be "lovey-dovey" forever (he gotta
start training Nigel)- afterall theirs was a master/slave relationship. As
he drove on, he was excited abt the days ahead but he is sure, no matter
wat, love will always be an important part in their relationship.....


(Please send your comments, opinions about how the story should proceed/how
slaveboy nigel should be trained, etc in my mailbox.)