Date: Sat, 24 Mar 2001 10:23:04 -0500
From: Max Potter <max_potter@hotmail.com>
Subject: Slave to a Younger Master - 3

Slave to a Younger Master

Chapter 8

Domestic Arrangements

Master had taken over my life. He had given me a pager. Sometimes during the
day, I would get pages. Since it was a cheap pager, it only showed numbers.
Master had some codes for me. One was for me to lose my underwear. I would
get the message in the middle of working and have to go to the men's room
and throw my underwear away. Another code told me to spill something on my
pants so I would look clumsy. Another commanded me to maintain a hard-on
until I received permission to let it down. There was a code for me to go
home with my shirt off. And a code for me to leave my fly down. There was a
code for me to come on to my next male customer, no matter how old he was.
Master had given me a code that when I got it, I had to go to my gym. At the
gym, I had to spend a lot of time nude in the locker room. Another code
required me to beat off in the toilets in the locker room. I always obeyed.

One day Master asked me what I did when people came to the door. I told him
I had a pair of shorts in the table besides the door and I would put them on
before opening the door. Master looked at me and said "That's good. But it
means that you are wearing something here. I'll have to punish you."

"Yes, Master."

"But you should keep doing it. I don't want someone interfering with my fun.
You will have to put the shorts on to answer the door, but you will have to
tell me so I can punish you for disobeying another order."

"Yes, Master."

"This is great, I've got you coming and going." He slapped my face. I was
kneeling before him and he was towering over me.

"Thank you, Master."

"Fucking cunt. When you do this immediately after you're alone and you strip
again, but two binder clips on your tits. Leave them there for three hours,
no matter what else happens. Understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"Oh, and I've got something else, if you get any guy who's one of  those
religious people come over to get you to join their church, I want you to
invite them in and come on to them. See if you can get them to fuck you.  At
least try to get to give him a blow job."

"Yes, Master."

Master would sometimes come by after school jut to fuck me. Whenever he came
into the apartment, I would kneel before him and say "Master." And await his
orders. If he was just horny he would fuck me and go on. Sometime he would
want to be entertained. I would play my belled dick or do nude
belly-dancing. Sometimes he just came over and watched TV. He would have me
rent x-rated movies and he would watch them. I would often be his footstool.
During the pornos, he would sometimes have me blow him, or he would fuck me.

Master took over my money. I gave him my paychecks, and he allowed me to pay
my bills. He took my small savings for himself. Every penny I earned was
given to him. I never asked what he did with it.

After the weekend at his place, Master brought a wipe board over. He made
two notations "Punishments" and "Rewards" and he put the tally up there.
Every day I was faced with the number of punishments I owed Master, and the
number of Rewards I still had to give him. The number would change as Master
wanted. It was a constant reminder of how much I owed him.

On day Master decided I needed a new job. I was more willing to stop being a
waiter than I was before I met him because I became a waiter to serve men.
Now I had Master, I was willing to do something else. Master told me to
enroll in massage school. He said I could learn a skill to please him and
get a new job as well. I obeyed and enrolled. Master had to give me money to
afford it. I begged for an hour at his feet for him to help me pay.

Over this time, I learned to be a better slave. I learned that Master liked
me on my knees. I learned how he liked his cock sucked and how he like his
ass rimmed. I learned that it was a good idea for me to beg him to punish
me, and I was learning how to serve his friends. I kept practicing playing
on a bell with my dick and I worked out almost every day. I learned that he
like me to say "Yes, Master." And that he wanted me to tell the truth. He
wanted me to beg to humiliate myself and thank him for doing things to me.

One afternoon Master arrived. I knelt before him and said "Master."

"Look what I have." Master showed me a riding crop.

Black leather. Short. It looked painful. I knew what he wanted. Without a
word more from Master, I began to kiss and lick his shoes. "Please beat me
Master. Please break your new whip in on your shithole slave. Master, I am
you whore and a worthless cunt. Please Master, please punish me for being
unworthy of being your slave. Master, your slave is nothing and deserves
your punishment. Please Master, beat me and teach me my lesson on how to be
a better slave. Master, oh, great studly Master. I worship my god, you, my
Master and owner. Please whip and beat me, Master. Please give me pain for
your amusement, Master. Master please use me for your pleasure. Please,
Master, do with me what ever you want. Please beat me long and hard with
your great strong arms. Please Master, I am your pussyboy and I beg you to
treat me like dirt, like shit. Please Master, Please Master, please use me
as a plaything, a toy. I am nothing but your thing, Master."

"Good boy." Master said, smiling. He smiled at me more now, as I learned how
to please him. "I will whip you with my new toy."

I didn't want to be whipped. It hurt. It stung. I didn't want the pain. But
more than anything I wanted to obey Master and keep him happy. "Oh, thank
you, Master." I kissed his feet some more. "I will make you happy. I am so
happy to be whipped by you. Oh, thank you Master."

"Up, boy, bend over."

"Yes, Master." I got off the floor and bent over so Master could easily
spank me. I put my hands just over my knees and bent my knees to be at
exactly the right height to beat me as comfortably as possible.

CRACK "Thank you, Master." The whip stung worse than I thought it would. But
I had to thank Master for doing this for me.

CRACK "Thank you, Master." I had no idea how long this would go on.
Sometimes Master had me count, so I had an idea of how may strikes I would
get. But this time, Master just wanted to beat me. So I was in for a
whipping and I had no idea of for how long.

CRACK "Thank you, Master." Master was talking long, slow swings. That gave
me time to think and really feel the stings.

CRACK "Thank you, Master." I could feel Master's hand on my back. I could
feel the heat from his hand. God, I loved him. His touch was electric and I
would deal with the great pain of the whip forever if he kept his hand on
me.

CRACK "Thank you, Master." CRACK "Thank you, Master." CRACK "Thank you,
Master." CRACK "Thank you, Master." After about 10 minutes of slow whipping,
Master began to speed up. I continued to thank him. It must have been over
another half an hour when Master finally tired of beating me. When he went
to sit in the chair, I crawled over to him and resumed my kissing of his
feet. "Oh, thank you, Master. My ass hurts with your justice, your
punishment. Great Master, thank you for punishing me. I will do better
Master. I will do everything to make you happy. I am your dog slave, Master.
I am your property, Master. You are my owner, Master. I am happy for you to
do anything you want to me. Please Master, I will do anything to make you
happy. Thank you for beating me, Master."

"Get me a beer." Master said.

"Yes, Master." I crawled to the kitchen and fetched him a beer. I brought it
back to him, still crawling. As he drank, Master put one foot in my mouth. I
could taste his foot sweat and the stuff between his toes. I licked and
sucked with passion. This is what I had always dreamed of, groveling at a
man's feet.

"Go wash your mouth out."

"Yes, Master." I hated doing this. I went to the bathroom and thoroughly
washed my mouth out with soap. Every so often Master wanted my mouth clean,
and he found this amusing. I crawled back. Master had removed his pants and
was laying on the couch.

"Rim me." Master said.

"Yes, Master." I loved doing things for Master. I began to kiss his ass. I
gently pulled his cheeks apart and french-kissed his asshole. It was dirtier
than normal, so I got shit-grit and worse than normal taste. I didn't stop
my work, and I gently worked my tongue into his ass as far as it would go. I
had only been in a little when Master farted. The smell was rank and deep.
It was strong enough to taste. I kept my nose in his ass and inhaled. I keep
up my work and after a few minutes he farted again.

"I had beans for lunch." Master said, so I knew was going to get more of the
same. I did. I suspected Master had saved up for me to rim him. I ate his
ass for over half an hour when Master decided he then wanted a blow job. He
just rolled over and I had to move my head. He didn't say anything, but with
his glorious dick in my face, I just sucked, and sucked.  He came in my
mouth and I swallowed it all up. "Do my pits."

"Yes, Master." I began to lick his left arm pit. It was rank. I felt the
hairs against my tongue. My mouth was tired, but I kept going, no wanting to
disappoint Master.  I spent 15 minutes on each pit, when Master sent me for
another beer.

"I'm bored." Master said as I delivered the beer to him.

"I'm sorry Master. Can your worthless dog bitch slave do something to
entertain you?" I asked, I wanted my Master to be happy.

"Would boy like to be humiliated?" Master asked me. I had been set up.

"Oh, yes, Master. I would love to be humiliated." I had no idea what Master
had in store for me.

"Fetch me the phone."

"Yes, Master."

I crawled back and handed Master the phone. He dialed a number. As it ran,
Master moved the phone to my ear. "When they answer, tell them you are a
fucking cocksucker."

His command hit me in the stomach. Who would answer? I would be completely
humiliated making the admission to some stranger on the phone. "Hello." Came
a voice on the line.

"I'm a fucking cocksucker." I said to the under person.

"What?" Master nodded at me to tell them again.

"I am a fucking cocksucker."

"That's sick." Was the response and the person hung up.

Master dialed another number. "Hello." I heard on the line.

"I'm a fucking cocksucker." I said into the phone. I was near to crying.

"You sure are." And the man on the line hung up.

Master found this game amusing, and we made about half a dozen calls. "That
was great. I loved watching you do that."

"I'm so glad you are happy, Master."

"Say, I have an idea."

"Yes, Master?"

"Stand at attention." Master ordered. I did so, and Master went looking for
something. He found it. Master returned with one of the pens from the wipe
board.

Master began to write on my chest, over my pecs. He wrote 'Slave'. On my
stomach, he wrote 'Jack's slave.' Down one leg he wrote 'what a fucking
asshole' near my cock he wrote 'what a little dick' 'I love to get fucked'
was put on the small of my back. He wrote other graffiti on me; 'dickhead',
'dickslut', 'whore', 'bitch' and other things. He covered me with the
degrading words.

Then Master put a cock ring on me, and attached my leash to it. Now Master
could lead me around by the cock. He headed to the door, pulling me with
him. I was scared. Master opened the door and headed out. I was frightened,
but I followed him. He locked the door and headed for the stairs. I
followed. I was terrified to be caught like this, nude and degraded in my
own apartment building. "I'm taking my bitch for a walk." I heard Master
say. He did want to humiliate me.

On the first floor, Master began to head out of the building. That's when it
happened. One of my neighbors was outside of his apartment. This was a guy
of about 30. He was nothing great, but had a sort of pleasant face, and
wasn't too much overweight. He looked at Master and me and a wicked smile
crossed his lips.

"Do you want to play with my bitch?" Master asked him.

"Oh, Yeah!" He walked over to me and twisted my tits hard. He did this for a
few second when he said, "On your knees, blow me."

"Stop." Master said, before I could obey the order. "Lets go into your
apartment." The guy looked a bit angry,  when Master added. "If you really
want to use him, we don't need to be disturbed." The guy nodded and let us
in.

"I'm Tom." The guy said as he closed the door. He apartment was much like
mine, but his was much messier. I knelt.

"Jack." Master said. "My piece of shit here's name is Max, but I call him
boy."

"I had an idea something was up with you too. I've been watching." I was
devastated at that. If Tom knew I was doing something like this with Master,
who else in the building did? I didn't want to have my neighbors know what I
did.

"Have you?" Master said.

"Yeah. I scoped Max out right away. He's a sorta good looking fucker. Of
course, the graffiti sorta changes that a bit." Tom said.

"I was just having fun. Do  you want him to blow you?" Master asked.

"Oh, yeah." Tom began to remove his pants. He took a seat on a chair, having
to toss some stuff aside to so so. Master sat on another chair also having
to move things. I crawled to between Tom's legs and took his dick in my
mouth. He had a normal size dick, so I had no problems getting it down. But
like his apartment, it wasn't as clean as it could be. And he was uncut, so
I got dickcheese taste.

I gave him head as he moaned. I knew Master was watching, so I did my best.
I swirled my tongue on his head, and I licked his balls. I moved my hands up
his legs and ass. It didn't take him too long to blow, and I swallowed his
salty cum.

Master snapped his fingers and pointed to a wall. I crawled over and knelt
up facing the wall. When I heard Tom get his breath back he said "Why do you
have him facing the wall?"

"To keep him in his place." Master said.

"I'd like to see his body." Tom said.

Master snapped his fingers. "Pose." I stood up and turned to the men. I
began to pose for them. My dick was rock hard with embarrassment.

"Oh, yeah, I like this." Tom had pulled his pants back on and was watching
my performance.  "Yeah, I've wanted to get into Max's pants for some time
now. He's got a cute little ass. I can't believe you've made him a slave."

"He loves it, don't you boy?" Master asked.

"Yes, Master." I said, continuing to pose.

"Oh, yeah, that's what I like to hear." Tom said.

"Would you like him for the night?" Master asked Tom.

"Oh, yeah. I'd love to fuck his cute little ass."

"OK." Master said. He reached into his pocket and grabbed his keys. He
tossed them to me. "Boy, go upstairs to your apartment. Get your keys and a
pair of shorts. You can wear the shorts back. Walk, don't run." Master added
the last part because he knew I would rush to get anything to cover me.

"Why are you doing that?" Tom asked.

"I'll leave you two alone. Boy needs the shorts for tomorrow morning. We
can't have him getting arrested for running around naked." Master said.

"Oh, yeah." Tom replied. With that I was out the door. I walked up to my
apartment. I was naked and gratified in public, and alone. I unlocked the
door and went in. I got the shorts and my keys.  The shorts would keep my
cock hidden, but anyone could see the writing on me.

I returned to Tom's apartment. Afraid to just enter, I knocked. No answer. I
knocked again. They couldn't have gone anywhere. "Come in" I heard and
turned the handle. It was locked. I tried a few more times. "Get on your
knees." I could tell it was Tom's voice. I sank to my knees. The door
opened. I crawled in.

Master took his keys back. "Boy, I've given you to Tom for the night. He's
wanted you for a while, so make him happy."

"Yes, Master." I said.

"At 6:00 in the morning, you are to go back to your apartment, Tom's time is
over. At least for this week." That last part puzzled me. Master continued.
"Tom and I have a deal. You are his for two hours a week. On Tuesdays, you
will come here at 3:00 in the afternoon and do everything he says for two
hours. Then you go back. Understand, bitch?"

"Yes, Master." I said.

"Oh, yeah." Added Tom.

"The bitch is all yours." Master said, and left.

Tom looked at me kneeling before him with unbridled lust. He shoved stuff of
the couch and sat on it. "Crawl over here." I obeyed. "Aren't you going to
say anything?" Tom had heard me answer Master several times. I guess he
wanted to hear my mouth.

"Yes, Sir." I said.

"Nah, call me 'master' like you do Jack. I like that."

"Yes, Master." I was kneeling between his legs. He ran his dirty hands all
over my chest, back, cock, and ass.

"You are so fucking hot. I've wanted to pound into you since I first saw
you. Little tight ass and strong arms. I've wanted you to swing on my cock
and take it down deep. I've wanted you to hold your ass up for me to plow
into. God, I've wanted those sweet lips of yours wrapped around my dick."
He kept on talking about fucking me, and how much he had wanted to do this.
All the time, he was feeling me up. I had seen Tom around the building even
before I met Master, but wasn't attracted to him. Now, here I was charged
with pleasuring him all night. I felt like a piece of meat as he explored my
body. He pinched and twisted my nipples. He stuck his fingers into my mouth
to suck. He bent me over and explored my asshole, having me suck his fingers
more when he wanted additional lube.

I was totally degraded at having to service this guy, but I had to obey
Master. He spent some time with one hand working on my asshole, and the
other twisting my tits, cock, and balls. Finally he had enough, stood up and
stripped. He ordered me to turn around and I saw him naked. Not an
impressive sight. He didn't look like he worked out, but had a tough job
that keep him in some shape. No six-pack, but a small pudge (especially
compared to Master). He had a fair amount of hair on his chest and belly,
and his cock was about the size of mine. He was stoking his dick. "Tell me
you want this."

I didn't want it, but I had to obey Master. "Please, Master, stick your cock
in my pussy and fuck me. Master, I want it so bad. Please Master."

He moved around behind me, lubed up, and stuck his dick in my asshole. He
keep repeating "Oh,yeah." As he fucked me.

When he was done, he crawled over to one of the chairs and sat in it.
"Goddamn, I've wanted to do that for a long time." He breathed deep to
recover and looked at me. "Beat off for me." I knelt up and began to pull on
my dick. I thought of Master, and how much I wanted him to fuck me again.

After I came, Tom just continued to look at me. I had cum on the floor, but
he didn't seem to care. "I don't want to sleep yet. I want to check you out
some more." Tom said, as if talking to himself. "But it's going to take me a
bit to recharge." His dick had stirred some, but after cumming twice in the
last hour, he was spent. "I know, you're a fucking slave, right?"

"Yes, Master."

"Well, act like one. Clean this place up."

"Yes, Master." Tom's place was a pigsty. I looked around to decide what to
start with. I decided to begging my picking up the trash all over the living
room. I went to the kitchen and found some trash bags. I returned and began
to fill them.

"Make sure I can see you as you work. And keep your dick hard. Yeah, that's
it." Tom said.

I had to keep my body in view the whole time, and I had to be hard. Time
with Master had trained me to have a hard dick for longer than I had before,
so this was easier than it would have been six months ago. I continued to
clean the room, and every so often Tom would tell me where something went.
After about an hour, he was rising again, and I gave him another blow job.

"I like watching you do this." Tom said at one point. "I think that's what
you will do for me every week. Strip down and clean my house, then I'll fuck
you for payment." He laughed at his own cleverness.

It's a good thing I didn't have to go to work the next day, because Tom kept
me up all night. He leered at me with lust in his eyes. He loved the fact
that he had wanted me for some time and I was now at this beck and call. I
cleaned the entire apartment, Tom watching me. He fucked me and had me blow
him half a dozen times. Each time took longer as he wasn't as young as
Master or even me. Often during my chores he would come up and feel up my
body, pinching my tits or fingering my hole.

Finally, six a.m. came around. I put my shorts on, grabbed my keys and got
ready to go. On my way out, Tom gave me a deep kiss, his tongue probing my
mouth. Kissing me, his hands reached under my shorts and squeezed my ass.
Finally pulling back, he put his arms on my shoulders and said "Well, honey,
this is going to be great having you around."

"Yes, Master. Good-bye, Master." I said, and left. Going out the door, he
swatted my ass. I ran to my apartment (Master hadn't told me I couldn't) and
rushed in. I headed straight for the shower to clean myself off. Especially
of the graffiti.

>From that night on, every Tuesday I went to Tom's apartment. I stripped at
once getting in the door, and had to put up with him leering at me as I
worked. I cleaned his apartment every week, and I don't think he cleaned
anything on his own. I would get as much done as I could, and at the end he
would fuck me. Sometimes he couldn't wait, and fucked me when I arrived. But
no matter when he fucked me, I was in for being stared at and man-handled
for two hours. He had me start doing his laundry, and delivering it to him
when I was done.

Master had me tell him of my night and then he assigned a couple new codes
for my beeper. 'Blow Tom', 'Get fucked by Tom', 'Be Tom's slave for x
hours.'.

Tom loved the fact that every so often I would appear at this door and be
his in addition to the two hours he got. Even if it were only a blow job, I
had to strip down and service him.

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