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Mike "Knocked at the door. He had been invited round to have dinner with his new neighbours.
A gay couple in their late forties, he had carried out his usual checks. Neither appeared on the list of those sentenced to chastity, be it for law breaking or because they were under endowed.
He patted his bag. When ever he went out socially he made sure he had a few cages to hand, it had ceased to surprise him how keen some men were to try on a cage, although not all of them were as keen as he was to keep the cages on. But it was a lucrative sideline, he had access to enough information about people to find a way to keep them locked for as long as he wanted, and it was a lubricative sideline, after a month or so even the most hesitant were willing to pay him a monthly stipend to be a key holder.
He had only just released three men from their cages after a six month spell. All three were student who were returning to their home cities where being publicly locked wasn't something that was part of "normal society" Of course the padlock tattoos they all sported would be a give away to those in the know, and Mike had no doubt that within the month all three would be back locked and under the control of a dominant.
This meant that there were vacancies in his stable, ok there were always vacancies but the closer they were the better
"Come in" Mike nodded and walked in after the two men who had greeted him at the door. He studied them briefly, trying to get the measure of them but he had all evening. His husband was at home, with nothing but a butt plug for company. Mike had left instructions he was to fucks its arse until it had come three times, or until he arrived home which ever was first. Knowing his husband he'd be lucky if he'd come just the once even if Mike arrived home at midnight.
Mike was ushered into the living room, , one of the host Colin was noticeable by his absence "He's the domestic one explained Joe, the other host. I cant' cook to save my life and he's far more fastidious about cleaning. "Isn't that right " "Yes Si,Joe" came the reply It wasn't long before Colin announced that dinner was ready. Only two plates were put on the table "He's not hungry, but we felt we couldn't cancel. Isn't that right" "Yes Si Joe"
Mike said nothing but took it all in. Joe was clearly trying to give off dominant vibes but Mike wasn't totally convinced. Colin on the other hand was clearly submissive. Mike hoped he could find a moment to test how submissive he was.
Mike was both uncomfortable and fascinated during the meal watching the dynamic between the two men, and felt sorry for both of them. Was this all an act? were they knew to this? Or was it just a dysfunctional D/s relationship.
Even as plates were cleared away Mike was none the wiser. "Need more wine? " asked Joe, Mike nodded. "You heard the man, top up his glass" "Yes Sir. Yes Joe" Colin blushed as the Sir slipped out, It was less easy to read what Joe's reaction was.
Mike laughed. As Colin's hand shook as he topped up the glass. "That's enough boy" His authority seemed to calm down Colin. It was clear he had to take control.
"Nice food boy, now let's all three of us take this wine and sit somewhere more comfortable.
Mike took the wine and led the way. He was going to show these two what Dominance really was.
He sat down in an arm chair and watched as his hosts sat in the sofa opposite.
Mike looked at them both, he could sense that they were uncomfortable being under such close scrutiny.
Joe got up, I need a piss I'll be back.
"In my book subs sit on the floor, and you are I take it a sub?" He looked at Colin as he spoke. Colin slid down off the sofa on to the floor.
"Now that's more comfortable isn't it"
Colin nodded, "Yes Sir" "See it's so easy to say Three letters that slip off the lips.
While we are at it let me tell you about my views of domestic slaves. It works brilliantly with my husband. Always on the floor , eat of dog bowl, always naked."
Mike let the words hang in the air. "It's too late for the food, but you've already sat on the floor that just leaves one."
It came as no surprise to Mike that Colin started to get undressed. What did surprise him was that the position he took afterwards. Kneeling head bowed hands behind his back.
Mike stood up and pulled Colin's head back letting a stream of spot loose on his face.
"How do you feel boy?"
"Good Sir"
"Have you done this before"
"No Sir"
"So what's this Sir bollocks with Joe then."
It was then that Joe walked back into the living room. his mouth opened in shock.
Mike turned to Joe, are you seriously telling me that you are his Dom. Other than half hearted orders over dinner I saw fuck all evidence"
"Now I need a piss. Open up"
Mike took out his cock and grabbed the back of Colin's head. As he emptied his bladder Mike looked at Joe, see a natural human urinal. Slaves should happily take their Master's piss. No argument.
Mike used the word Slave and Master deliberately.
He did up his fly, and went back to sit down. "Now show me how you say good bye to Joe in the morning, or greet him when you see him after work"
The silence was telling. A slave would know the answer, it's called kissing his Master's boots. Come here and try it out.
Colin was in a daze as he shuffled over to Mike and bent down and kissed each of his boots.
"Not bad, not quite boot licking standard. Some training will get you on the right path.
"Now let's see what the sex is like."
"Fuck him"
"Go on fuck him I want to see what the basics are like"
Mike sat back, a glass of wine in his hand he had an idea where this was heading. \
It didn't take long for his hunch to be proved right Joe failed to get sufficiently hard to fuck his partner's arse, and worse still in Mike view produced a pathetic pool of watery cum before even entering.
"Are you honestly trying to tell me that you not only dominant but that boy here calls you Sir"
"How long has tis charade been going on for?"
"Answer me"
Colin stuttered "Six month Sir" six months Sir"
"I was talking to Joe here. "
"Six months Sir"
"Have you enjoyed it? Be honest now?"
Simultaneously both men let out a shameful "No Sir"
Mike turned to Joe, you have called me Sir twice in quick succession, why are you a, standing there, and b. dressed.
It wasn't long before Joe was naked and kneeling next to Colin. "That's better. Now that I'm here You are going to do what my husband does. Take care of me whilst I smoke this cigar. First you can start looking after my boots one each, I want to see a proper sheen on them , and if by the time I'm half way through my socks and at least damp there will be trouble. Understood. "Yes Sir" Joe was far more eager to answer than Colin.
Over the next hour Mike sat back, drank wine and smoked his cigar as the two men licked his boots. Occasionally he would bark out an order if he felt they had abandoned a section of boot.
"Good slaves act as Good ashtrays". Almost immediately Joe was up on his knees mouth open. It seemed that even though he was rather useless as a dom he was very keen to be a better sub than his husband. "And spittoons " Mike aimed a ball of spit at the boot that Colin was busily worshipping. It licked up eagerly if silently. "Not a bad job so far, but honestly the lack of gratitude, when I give you a gift I expect to be thanked.
"Yes Sir Thank You Sir" both men replied. "Sorry Sir"
You've shown what you can do with boots, now what can you do with my dick. Mike unzipped again and puled out his 9 inch dick. It was already rock hard. He could see in his eyes that neither man had see one that big or thick before.
"Over to you" He grabbed both men by the back of their hands and pulled them back spitting in the already opened mouths. He quickly released "Thank You Sir" they said before starting to lick the long thick shaft.
"pUT SOME EFFORT INTO SHOW ME HOW MUCH YUO LIKE IT, YOU HE said slapping Colin at the back of the head you are my puppy dog, and you he slapped Joe are my little pig.
Mike laughed as the two alternated between barking and oinking as they licked the shaft. "Ok take turn to suck all the way in, five seconds then swap." The animal noises were now joined with gagging, tears were running down both of their faces, but neither of them seemed ready to give up just yet.
Ok stop. Now it's time I really proved who is the dominant man here, he looked at Joe who was clearly now accepting that he was not Dom material. `Keel there" mIKE STOOD UO AND Colin to his feet, and turned him round. With little ceremony his dick entered Colin's hole and he began to fuck.
"Been fucked like this before boy"
"No Sir"
"Is this the best fuck you've ever had"
"Yes Sir"
"Is this the first time a real Man has fucked you"
"Yes Sir"
Mike turned round, Joe was holding his dick in his hand, the hardest it had been all night.
"Do you like seeing your husband been fucked"
"Yes Sir"
"Of course you do, having a real man is finally making him happy". Now hands off that dick"
Joe immediately obeyed, and looked in wide eyed wonder. Mike smiled to himself. Usually these look uncomfortable the first time, but this one was immediately compliant, handing ownership of his husbands arse to him. "
""Come closer" Joe moved closer as Mike finally withdrew from Colin's arse. He turned to wards Joe and with two strokes emptied his balls over the cuckolds face. "Now clean tis dick off
Colin remained in place hanging over the side of the armchair as his husband cleaned off Mike's cum covered dick.
He ordered them to stand, heads bowed and arms behind their back.
"I'm taking it you enjoyed that?" If you did kneel.
Both men kneeled.
I also think you would like it again, raise your heads if you do.
He looked both men straight in the eye.
"Good, there's a catch though, you will now call me Master, and agree to be my slaves for the next twelve month" If you agree kiss my boots.
Two men were soon on the floor kissing his boots.
One final thing, I don't like slaves who have tier penises on show. A year of chastity lies ahead. Colin here will only cum from my fucking, Joe I'm sorry you wont even be that lucky, YOUR FUTURE IS NOW AS A LOCKED UNFUCKED CUCK.
Both men continued to lick his boots as Mike reached to the side of the arm chair and picked up his bag, and pulled out two cages.