II.
I end up dreaming of HIM that night. I'm at the bar but no one's there except HIM sitting at a table with HIS hands folded in front of him. I walk over and stand there facing HIM. HE snaps HIS fingers and I'm standing there stark naked, hands bound behind my back, an iron collar around my neck. HE's smiling at me the same way HE was in the bar that night. I wake up bathed in sweat. I tear off my pajamas and resolve to stay naked from then on.
That's no problem at all. I have two roommates and we've seen each other naked plenty. None of us are shy about that. Actually, I've had sex with the both of them, Eddie and Dean. They're both Alphas while I'm just a twink. Eddie's got the biggest cock, but I like Dean's more because of the way the crown is shaped. I love suckling it and he always lets me do it when I walk into his room at night. Eddie isn't as much of a slut as me and Dean. When he wants me he's always in charge. So is Dean, and that's why I don't think they ever have sex together.
Eddie's more of an Alpha than Dean, but Dean is still a Dom. I'm two thousand per cent sub and always have been. Dean will suck my cock sometimes but Eddie doesn't even let me stroke myself when I'm with him. Tough little mother-fucker. Makes me sit on it a lot and he likes to slap my dick when he's fucking up into me. He's threatened to lock up my dick in a chastity cage some day. I'd probably let him but I can't say for how long. Eddie likes to talk tough. "Gonna lock your puny dick up forever," he says to me. "Take it permanently off line so you can concentrate on everyone else's dicks like the faggot you are." I almost shot my load when he said that to me. Eddie sure has a way with words. He comes to the same bar as me from time to time as well but ignores me if I'm there too. He never stays long. He always lucks out. I'm not surprised. Anyway the point of all this is just to let you know that if I start hanging out naked at home all the time, it won't bother either of them at all.
So anyway, I'm doing it. They like to imagine that they were the ones keeping the sub naked all the time. One night we three had supper together. Once we were done, Dean started clearing the table but Eddie turned to him and said, "I think the sub should clean up. Serve us like a naked houseboy from now on." So that's what happened. I was even a little turned on by it all, being their servant. Next thing I know, I was making their beds in the morning, then doing all their laundry. One night when they were both horny, they spit-roasted me. All because I had started hanging out naked all the time. And do you know what is freaking me out? It started because me being naked in that dream about HIM. Now I have this NEED to be kept naked as a humiliation as well because I'm nothing more than a sub, Do you think there's a connection?
By the way, I never told Eddie and Dean about the dream. It was too freaky for me to talk about. But shit, my life had started changing after that. One Sunday, Eddie told me they wanted to speak to me about something, to come into the living room as soon as I was finished cleaning up after lunch. When I got in there, they were sitting close to one another on the couch. I looked around for where to sit but Dean said "I want you to kneel down before us as much as possible from now on." Okay. That tingles. I kneel and lower my eyes while holding my hands behind my back, the same way I'd been in that dream I had, only I wasn't on my knees in the dream.
Dean has more to say. "Eddie and I have been discussing the living arrangement and we've decided to make a change. From now on, Eddie and I will split the rent. You will work off your room and board by serving us the way you've been, in other words, you're paying the rent with your body."
I dare to speak. "That sounds like it's just sex," I say faintly.
"Damnit, you can speak, kid. Let's not get carried away. So what the fuck did you say, boy? Speak up!"
Well, that settled that. "It seems that to say I'm paying the rent with my body is usually just about sex. It misses the other piece, the part I spend more time and energy doing."
"Are you complaining?" Dean asks spicily.
"No, ssDean, not at all. Just saying the houseboy part is most of how I'm serving you."
Eddie picked right up on my flub. "You can say Sir, kid. In fact, you should when we're alone. But you've got a point."
Dean kicks in. "Let's just say live-in houseboy and leave it at that. Anyone who knows will know damn well the fucking kid is our sex slave as well."
"Or maybe even just a slave," thinks Eddie.
And so it was settled. I'm their slave, and that includes being their naked houseboy.
That very night I had another one of those dreams. Same scene. I'm bound and collared like last time, only this time I'm kneeling on the floor and HE's sitting behind the table again.
"There's something wrong with the way you look. I want you naked."
I look puzzled and HE smiles a bit. "ComPLETEly naked. Not hiding behind hair. Have you ever seen pubic hair on a slaveboy before, or a houseboy?"
Actually, I have, of course. I promise I'll get shaved and stay that way from now on.
"Armpits too. No hair anywhere below the neck."
And it all fades out. Monday they tell me they've decided to shave me now that I'm their slave. Boy slaves don't have body hair, only men. The stand me up in the bathtub and both go to work on me. Everywhere starting with my pits while I was holding my arms up over my head stretching the pit as much as possible. They even took my three nipple hairs, (sad face). All the way down. Hardly any on my legs. Nothing in my crack or hole. They checked.
Afterwards I took a warm shower and got dried. Then they rubbed baby oil wherever they shaved me. They told me it was a "treat" because I'd been a good boy. And then, to mark the occasion, they spit-roasted me with my hands bound so I wouldn't be able to touch my own dick while satisfying both of theirs. "That's the way it is with common slaveboys like you." I heard that statement a great many times over the next few days. They took a lot of face-less pictures as well.
The next step in my degradation was when Eddie informed me that half my hours were being cut so I have more time to take care of my "other duties." He was cold-hearted and business-crisp as he explained the reason they made this decision about me. "You don't need to pay rent any longer and as far as the rest of your salary, you have no need of money anyway. You can't spend any of it without permission."
And so that was that. And he made perfect sense. With all the extra work I'm forced to do now I never have time to spend money, and Dean put a block on Amazon on my laptop because from now on I need permission to spend anything. Stripped bare in yet another way.
HE was at the bar Saturday night. Next thing I know I was standing right before HIM and I almost naturally put my hands behind my back and I could feel the cuffs on them again and the coldness of the iron around my neck making me very uncomfortable. HE makes a snicky sound with HIS mouth and walks away. I follow, transfixed and ready to beg HIM to own me but HE doesn't allow me to speak. HE didn't say anything. All I knew was that I just COULD NOT SPEAK, physically, actually, as I were mute.
HE brings me into a room and locks the door. "Take off your shirt and raise your arms." My hands were freed from behind my back. I also notice that somehow I'm now barefoot.
he inspects my armpits and smacks each of them a couple times with the back of HIS hand, HIS eyes boring into my eyes.
"Drop the pants and step out of them. Spread your legs."
HE smacks my legs on the inside of my thighs and it really stings. "Farther."
I do my best. HE nods then steps back to take a look at all of me. "That's better. Naked."
HE comes over to me and puts his hands everywhere I've been shaved, even around my nipple. HE loves sliding his hands back and forward in my groin and back all the way through my legs. "All mine." HE puts HIS hands on my head. I close my eyes and find out I can't open them again. Images come into my mind. Images of myself as a naked slave. I'm pulling a cart I'm yoked to with leather straps, spurred on by the driver's whip. I'm licking the large hairy feet of a mafia don. I'm cornered in school by three bullies who enjoy themselves smacking me around until I'm sobbing and begging them to stop. I'm on the ground in a corner in the gym showers and five guys are standing there pissing on me. I'm bound to a whipping post and the first lash has just struck me and immediately raised a welt. My hands are bound to the wall behind me, my feet are chained far apart so my legs are spread wide. A bald man is kickboxing my balls. A hard cock is shoved down my throat and I'm choking the same way I was the night I first met HIM. A huge portrait of my naked hairless body is displayed in Times Square and it shows my face with tears running down my cheeks.
I'm being fucked and it is the most pleasurable thing I have ever experienced. Then I realize it's really happening, that the dimensions have shifted again. I'm on a soft mattress and HE is fucking me and as HE fucks me HE seems to grow larger. Suddenly HE stops moving and stays buried deep inside of me filling up as much as I could possible be filled. This is the fuck of the century.
HE lightly nibbles on my ear and then whispers to me in a voice which sounds like liquid chocolate, the dark kind. "Those fellows you're serving, I gave you to them. They have your body but I have all the rest of you, your mind, your heart, your soul, your memories. They possess you temporarily but it feels like forever to them. I own you permanently and you will never be free of ME." he starts fucking me again and I feel like I could drown in the pleasure. After HE finishes everything reverts to the way it is in the dream. he'S behind a table. I'm on my knees, cuffed and collared. "Look at me."
Once again I'm trapped by those eyes. "I want more people to view you. I want you to crumble in shame. I want everyone know that you're just the queer boy I fuck."
The next thing I know, I'm in my own bed, just waking up. I'm running a little late so I race into the kitchen and put the coffee on before I even go to take a piss. Dean is in the shower but we never stand on ceremony when it comes to pissing or bathroom privacy. Just as I'm flushing he gets out and starts toweling off. "Come here, boy. Finish drying me off." There's nothing humiliating about this. I love his body and I love touching it. It's like I've taken a drug and I crave the two of them so much it's like I'm addicted to them both. I get down on the floor to finish drying his legs and feet. "Suck me a little while you're down there." He's not hard but he's warm and scented by the soap he uses. So nice. He stops me as soon as he starts to get hard. "Get both my balls in your mouth at once then go to town on them."
Please and thank you are never heard here. Not since they decided to enslave me all the way. We're each on our own for breakfast but I clean up. Eddie's sitting in the kitchen when I get there. "Fix my coffee," orders Dean as he sits down. He speaks. "As part of a fundraiser we're having we've sold what we're calling "viewing rights" to a few of your colleagues at work. Every night this week one of them has an appointment with you. You'll greet him clothed. He'll watch you strip, or maybe order you how to do it, then he'll do whatever he wants to enjoy the sight of you being shamed this way. He can touch you but not hurt you. You will cooperate in every way. None of them will fuck you. Each of them will be here at 7:30. You're to be dressed and waiting at that time. You will answer the door. These are all men you know. That will make it extra demeaning for them to find out we can make you display yourself to them naked, that you really are subject to us. After that they'll know what you are."
And so that was that. I couldn't get it out of my mind at work in the morning. It was worse when I got home. I jerked off twice while I was doing the laundry, wondering how much longer I'll be allowed to do it before my dick gets locked up. I guess it's all up to HIM to decide when that will happen. Unless I come to my senses and extricate myself from this whole scene. Probably is, I can't extricate HIM from my dreams as well. And that's what affects my reality the most once I wake up.
This is the strangest story I ever wrote.
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