Date: Tue, 18 Mar 2008 15:57:19 -0700
From: bamaboi2serve <bamaboi2serve@charter.net>
Subject: SUB-student, Part Fourteen
SUB-student, Part Fourteen
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I must have dozed off quickly after the four of them went upstairs and
closed the door. The next thing I remember is fingers gently caressing the
top of my head, and then soothingly rubbing my face. I blinked awake and
saw it was boi.
"What..."
"Hush," he told me, continuing the extraordinarily comforting touch
therapy. His hands worked their way to my shoulders--lighter than a real
massage--across my chest where he briefly paused to softly play with my
nipples, slowly down over my abs and finally down my legs, eventually
reaching my leg cuffs. To my surprise, he undid them. He did the same for
the bindings on my wrists, and for the first time in several hours, I was
able to stretch, moving my body so I was sitting on the table, the table I
had made as a Master, the table to which I had so often tied boi.
"Jeff and his friends decided to go for beer. There wasn't any in the
fridge. I told them I would keep an eye on you," he explained.
I didn't know what to say. So much had happened in such a short time. I
was the one stained with piss now, boi's piss in fact, plus the semen of
the other three. I couldn't look him in the face!
I stood up, somewhat shakily. My (still) hard dick brushed against his
side and it felt like I had been scalded. He was wearing just a jock strap
and his regular collar and looked very hot.
"What happens when they come back?" I asked, looking toward the stairs,
not sure what answer I wanted to hear.
"They want to mark you. Some ink, a hole or two. Nothing extreme, just
enough to remove you from Master status. It will be a while before they get
back...as you know, the only thing open this late is out past the
Interstate."
I thought about what he told me. Marked. A slave, or at least a
semi-slave. When Jeff had turned the tables on me I had fought back, but
not really very much. I think if I had, I could have taken him, but
somewhere down deep inside me, I wanted him to take charge, somewhere below
my Master Level, I wanted to serve him. I wasn't counting on the other two,
or on their planned markings, but I couldn't deny it was all a major turn
on for me.
I looked up at the stairs and knew how simple it would be for me to
just grab some jeans go upstairs and end the whole scene. Boi was watching
me as I mentally worked things out, but I knew he wouldn't interfere if I
went up and locked the front door, restoring the power structure to the way
it had been.
Suddenly I felt his hands on my shoulders and he was pushing me down to
my knees. He put both his hands behind my head and forced my face into his
crotch. Through his shorts, I immediately felt his hardening prick and
smelled his boi aroma. I reached with my hands to go behind him, but he
grabbed them and forced my arms to my sides, then back behind me. From the
table he grabbed a rope and tied them there. Then my head was back at his
middle as he let his shorts drop to the ground, stepping out of them.
Boi was still shaved, but it had been a few days, and I could feel the
growth as my nose pressed against him, his dick punching its way against
the other side of my head.
I opened my mouth without being told and he started fucking me, using me
the way I had so often used him in recent months. He was being much more
gently with me than I had with him, though I could sense an increase in
speed and power as he worked his way toward his first orgasm in days...
Suddenly he stopped in mid-stroke, his cock half in and half out of my
oral cunt. He undid the collar from around his neck and secured it around
mine. He grabbed my chin to force me to look into his eyes.
"Do a good job now, like I did for you!" he told me, kind of an order
but not quite, as he resumed using me, punching into me and pounding the
back of my throat, "it takes a fucking good master to make a good slave,
did you know that?" he asked, knowing that my mouth was occupied and I
unable to respond.
I had never been very good at deep throating (though I certainly had
insisted he learn how!) Now boi was forcing me to learn fast...over and
over he pushed his shaft in and pulled it out, deeper each time until his
prick was touching the very opening of my throat, and then he was punching
in and out.
The others had cum, but not boi, and it took only a few passages into my
throat-hole for him to shoot. He tensed up and I could feel the churning
vibration in him just before he pulled me all the way onto his pole and he
shot deep inside, at least two inches of his sex passing beyond the hole
and into me, deep into me. His cum dripped down my throat as I tried to
breathe through my nose.
When he had come down from his eros high, boi pulled his long teen cock
out of my mouth and slapped me with it several times, the remnants of his
cum splashing my face. Despite everything, me on my knees serving him,
wearing his collar, despite it all the slaps shocked me. I was physically
shaking, sweating, and almost in tears! Yet I knew I had made an important
discovery. This was where I belonged. Down below on the floor was one piece
of evidence, I had shot without touching myself as he seeded me.
Boi untied my hands, removed the collar and walked away, sitting on the
fisting bench across the room. He didn't say anything, just looked at me
and gestured with his head toward the stairs, pointing the way toward An
End.
I reached over to the table and retrieved the dog collar, stained with
his piss and mine, with his sweat and mine. Looking him in the eye, I
fastened it around my neck. When it was secured, I bent down to the floor
and licked the cold cum off the cement floor. Then I placed my hands behind
me and stretched my knees wide, looking down. It was the slave position I
had taught him so many months ago. I was offering myself to him.
"I'll bet you can't wait to show me how good a slave you are. You wanna
come clean these nasty feet of mine?" he asked, somewhat mockingly. "Come
on boi, tell me you want to wash my feet with your bitch tongue! Beg me!"
I took that as an order and followed it. "Please Sir, may I clean your
feet, Sir?" I begged, trying to exhibit the sincere desire I felt.
"Get your ass over here cuntboi, and you better do a good job!" he
demanded.
I worked my way over on my knees and quickly went to work on his
feet. He had been barefoot for most of the day, so there was plenty to
clean...sweat, cum, piss, room dirt. Frankly, the smelled, and it was not a
terribly appetizing job for me, but it was my first obedience act to him
and I was determined to do it well.
I worked my way in between each of his toes, pulling them into my mouth
and sucking on them like little cocks, almost expecting them to cum! I even
used the tip of my tongue to get under his toenails, wanting this to be the
best foot-sex he had ever had. As for boi, he manipulated his foot so I
always had lots of toes in my mouth. If he was enjoying it, he didn't let
on.
"I have Jeff's cell phone number. I'm going to call and tell him the
party is over. I'll tell him I may want a repeat somewhere down the line,
that I may want to have you pierced and marked, but if so it will be my
decision with your tacit approval." Understood?
I stayed silent. I had taught him the rules, and knew well how to obey
them.
"Good bitch!" he complimented me and my cock twitched.
"Stop the foot wash...when I come back I wanna see what you can do on
that rimming chair over there...go get ready!"
He left me and went upstairs to make his call to Jeff and his friends. I
was in position at the rimming chair before he hit the top stair, my tongue
sticking out and ready to serve him. My new Master.
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I think that's it, friends. As I write multi-chapter stories I find myself
wanting them to end, to allow me to escape up the stairs and find some new
characters, some new adventures. Hope the twists and turns were
satisfactory. Final comments would be much appreciated!
Bamaboi2serve@charter.net