Enslaved on Vacation

Enslaved on Vacation, Part 3 (Gay, Authoritarian)

The video taping, although intensely degrading, luckily went off without a hitch. I got all the lines in pretty well, and Master Drew even said I did a "pretty good acting job for a faggot." At the end of the scripted part of the tape, he had adlibbed some additional parts in which he again made me spank myself (this time on camera of course), and made me do a pole dance like strippers do in sleazy bars. After it was all over, Master Drew made me watch as he locked the tape inside a safe in his bedroom, effectively slamming the door on my freedom. I was now his property, and he quickly let me know it. "From now on, you will only refer to me as Master. You will never use my name unless instructed otherwise," he announced.

"Yes Master."

"Now," he continued, "I think to celebrate you becoming my slave, we should have an initiation. Kinda like in a fraternity. My older brother was in a frat in college, and he told me lots of funny shit about them and their pledges. Only your initiation is gonna be a lot worse for you and more fucking entertaining for me. Isn't that a good idea, fag?"

I hesitated a bit, because, on the contrary, this sounded like a horrible idea to me. "Ummm, I don't know Master."

Master abruptly swung his open hand and hit me squarely in the nutsack, sending me quickly to the floor in agony. "Don't you ever fucking disagree with me again, slave. You are my bitch and you will like everything I fuckin say. Now apologize and beg me to initiate you into slavery. Beg like the fag you are."

I knew not to hesitate even for a second, and despite the overwhelming pain and nausea in the pit of my stomach, I managed to get up to my knees and start begging. "Please, I am so sorry for hesitating, Master. It was a stupid action taken by a stupid, pathetic slave bitch. Please initiate me as your slave, Master, so that I can learn to serve you properly. I will do anything you say, and I will love every minute of it, no matter how degrading and painful. Please, oh Master please." I had crawled over to him and was kissing his feet as I begged, and I think he liked this demonstration of complete humility and lowness.

Finally, he interrupted me, saying, "Man, you are pathetic. I guess if you want it that bad, I'll give it to you. But first I have to go out and get some supplies. Crawl and get me my sandals, and bring them to me in your fucking mouth, bitch."

I didn't like the sound of the word "supplies", but I nonetheless complied, crawling around his apartment to bring him his black Adidas sandals one by one, because I could only fit one in my mouth at a time. I put them on his tanned feet and again admired his hot boy look. He really did look wonderful. He had changed into a pair of long, khaki cargo shorts, but still sported the tank top and backwards cap. Master interrupted my admiration by ordering me to fetch my wallet. I was to finance his supply trip. Having no choice in the matter, I complied, and forked over the entire $150 in cash that I had brought along for the whole vacation.

"Wow, bitch. More money than I expected. Now . . . I'll be gone for a couple hours, but while I am gone, I want you to keep busy. Clean this place up a bit. I want it to be in fucking perfect condition when I get back. I left a list of shit for you to do on the kitchen counter. And, here, you'll definitely need this," he said with a big grin, handing me the video camera, which had been loaded with a fresh cassette. With that he was out the door, leaving me naked in his condo with a list of goddamn chores to do. I felt like a little boy.

I went into the kitchen and found the list on the counter. It read:

1. Gather all my dirty clothes, and separate whites and darks.

2. Get the nastiest smelling dirty sock and stuff it in your bitch mouth.

3. Vacuum the floor everywhere.

4. Make my bed.

5. Video tape yourself doing 200 pushups.

6. Take the sock out of your mouth.

7. Video tape yourself cleaning my shower using your tongue only.

8. Kneel in the middle of the living room with your hands on your head and wait for me to return.

God this was going to be miserable, but my cock was still rock hard, and my desire to make Master happy was growing. I quickly got started on the list, gathering Master's dirty clothes, which were thrown in various places all over the condo. I couldn't help but admire his sexy wardrobe. He had real boyish jock style, and I could picture him in some of the clothes I found, and that made me even more horny. Next I got to the sock. I had probably 30 socks to choose from. Finding a short ankle sock that had clearly been sweat in a good bit, I stuffed it completely in my mouth, reeling a bit at the initial taste. I got more used to it, though, and by the time I had finished vacuuming and making Master's bed, it had lost its taste like an old piece of chewing gum. It was just humiliating to know that I was sucking on my younger Master's sweat sock while doing naked household chores.

Master's condo was really starting to look cleaner, just as I got to the more miserable parts of the list. As I positioned the camera to record me doing pushups, I couldn't help but think about the fact that Master had put this on the list just to completely degrade me and show his power. These pushups would not benefit him at all, but would only show my willingness to work and struggle to adhere to his will. With this in mind, I started my "workout," with the tip of my throbbing cock touching the cold kitchen tile every time I went down. The pushups were absolutely exhausting, and I really had to labor to finish them. My only consolation in finishing was the reward of getting to take Master's sock out of my mouth, and I was thankful for the ability to breath more clearly.

There was only one item left on the list, and it was the one I had been dreading. I reluctantly took the camera into Master's bathroom, and set it up to record this most degrading of acts. His shower wasn't awful, but it wasn't clean either. The tile was grimy, and the drain was covered in hairs. Climbing into the shower, I started with the upper tiles. Since my tongue was still quite dry from having the sock in, producing enough saliva to clean was a real chore, and more often than not, my tongue felt like sandpaper on the shower walls. After spending probably twenty minutes on the wall tiles, I got to the floor. This was awful. I could taste what was probably piss and even cum (I knew what teenage boys tended to do in the shower), and licking the hairs out of the drain was particularly disgusting. But through it all, my cock was a rock. I wanted to jerk off desperately, but dared not do it without Master's permission.

Finally finished with the shower, I resumed my post in the middle of my boy Master's living room, naked and kneeling with my hands on my head. Silently, but anxiously, I awaited his return as I though about my new station in life for the next three weeks: that of a slave.

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