From Husband to slave Part 6 -- Soft opening
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"Kneel up" ordered Guy. Hugh obeyed as quickly as he could, but the sudden movement reignited the pain of the 8 welts on his tender backside and he winced as he rose to face his Master. Guy kissed him and said softly,"you took that well. Good boy" He placed his hand gently on Hugh's burning buttock, but even this lightest of strokes had his new slave wincing again. "I've decided that as it will take you several weeks to wind down your business and therefore you won't be able to devote all your time to serving me, we'll start your training with a soft opening' like they do to practice when they are going to open a new restaurant. As he paused after the phrase soft opening' Guy moved the hand resting on Hugh's cheek so that his fingers brushed against his ass hole. They both chuckled at the double meaning, even though Hugh's pain increased with the small extra pressure Guy's hand was exerting. "Now go and run my bath" Guy ordered, slapping Hugh's red arse to set him on his way, causing him to yelp.
5 minutes later, Hugh was kneeling by the bath, one hand in the water to check the temperature, when Guy strode in. It was one of the protocols in the Master/slave contract that Hugh should kneel whenever Guy entered a room, so he was grateful, for the sake of his throbbing backside, that he was already on his knees. Guy went over to the toilet and lowered his shorts, then gestured to Hugh to shuffle over next to him. Once he had finished pissing, he turned slightly for the kneeling Hugh to clean the last drops from his large foreskin. Hugh licked tentatively as he tasted Guy's piss mixed in with a trace of precum. Even though he was still in pain from the belting, it somehow pleased Hugh that his punishment had turned his Master on enough for his cock to leak. By this time the bath was ready and Hugh helped Guy out of his shorts and T-shirt. He turned off the water and waited for further instructions as Guy got into the inviting water. At first Guy ordered him back on his knees by the bath, but the discomfort of his knees on the marble floor and the stinging of his red arse resting on his heels made Hugh fidget, so Guy changed his mind and had him wait outside the ensuite door in the bedroom instead. During the course of the half hour soak, Hugh was called in for various tasks including fetching a glass of water, changing the radio channel on the bathroom ceiling speaker and finally to wash Hugh's hair and soap his body. "Do not get any shampoo in my eyes as you wash my hair, or you'll feel my belt again" Guy warned. Still in some pain, this threat sent shivers down Hugh's spine and he took utmost care to achieve the hair wash and condition without any mishap. Soaping Guy's armpits, cock, balls, feet and ass was a much more pleasurable task for him as there was less scope for him to make a mistake and Hugh's cock was once again hard as Guy stepped out of the bath to be dried.
Once his Master's hairy, muscled body was completely dry, Hugh followed Guy into the bedroom and helped him to dress in jeans and a t-shirt. He was pleased to note that Guy had decided to go commando and daydreamed about servicing his beautiful cock again. As Hugh somewhat reluctantly zipped up his Master's fly, Guy stroked Hugh's erect cock with his clean, bare foot and said, "Maybe I will let you cum later, if you continue to be a good boy" "Thank you Master" replied Hugh gratefully. "Now have a bath -- in my water, clean up the bathroom and the clothes from last night, get dressed -- jockstrap only - and report to me in the living room" Guy was out of the room before Hugh could finishing saying "Yes Master."
The water was still fairly warm as Hugh eased himself into the bath and he counted this as a blessing as he imagined hotter water would have set off the stinging of the belt welts once again. He felt that a small element of the pleasure he took in taking a bath in their well-appointed ensuite had been dented by having to use second-hand' water, but consoled himself that he was lucky to have a Master who would allow him this sort of relaxation time at all. After 15 minutes, the water cooling now, he got out and carried out the rest of the orders. His only difficulty was getting his whole hardon in the jockstrap, but decided after a brief struggle, that Guy might like to see his slave's cockhead bulging out of his uniform' for the afternoon.
After he had entered the living room and dropped to his knees to show the required respect, Hugh was summoned to the sofa where Guy was stretched out reading the last section of the Sunday paper. He ordered Hugh to turn away from him. "Mmmm, I have certainly made an impression there, haven't I?" he said, gently tracing the outline of one of the raised welts still clearly visible on Hugh's buttocks. "You certainly have Sir" replied Hugh, trying hard to keep any resentment out of his tone of voice. Guy continued to stoke his boy's ass, feeling slightly guilty that he had gone in so hard, but persuaded himself that he needed to exert firm control early on to mould Hugh into the type of obedient slave he needed. One hand still on his arse, Guy reached round to feel the front of his slave's jock and was reassured that a moist, hard knob was sticking out of the waistband. "It did turn you on as well though, didn't it?" he asked, brushing his fingers over Hugh' engorged cockhead. "Not at the time, Sir. You belted me so hard, I wasn't sure if I could take it, but as soon as I kissed your feet to thank you, I was massively turned on and now it has subsided to an achy/tingly feeling, it is making me so horny, Sir" Guy smiled to himself. "Well, slave boy, you will be pleased to hear that the actual belting, the foot kissing AND the inspection of the damage afterwards have all given your Master a lot of pleasure and he is going to give you a dose of his hot spunk up our arse as a reward. Now run and lube yourself up and wait for me on all fours on the bed. Keep your jock on" Once again Hugh was sent off on his mission with a slap. Guy had read in some of his detailed research on slave training, that it was important to impress upon a boy that Master's time was more important than his, so despite his own raging hardon, he kept Hugh waiting for 10 minutes before heading up to the bedroom.
Hugh actually whimpered with anticipation when he heard Guy press down the pump on the lube bottle to coat his cock and gasped as he felt his Master plunge roughly into his waiting hole. Guy got into his stride and Hugh felt his Master's pubes brush against his ass cheeks. The sight discomfort this caused to his welted buttocks was outweighed by the pleasure of taking the whole length of Guy's cock. Hugh's own dick was aching in his jock and a drool of precum headed slowly down towards the towel covered duvet. Speeding up his own thrusts, Guy spat out the order, "Wank. NOW" Without hesitation, Hugh hooked his cock out of the jock pouch and begin rapidly pulling himself off. In seconds, Hugh was shooting one of the most copious loads of his life. The spasms this caused in his ass sent Guy over the edge and he shot with equal passion into his boy's insides. "Fuuuuuuuckkkkk that was good", panted Guy as he pulled out of his slaveboy's well creamed arse.
End of part 6