The man lit his third cigarette of the morning as his eyes watched the boy moving around the restaurant. The kid was more than aware of the man's interest in him, and he figured it was just a matter of time before the two of them would meet. The boy glanced toward the man from time to time, but their eyes never connected. The kid was much too saavy for that. He knew he had to wait for the man to make the first move.
"Take this shit to the back, Sean," the owner said to the boy, referring to the pan of dirty dishes the boy had collected from emptied tables.
Without answering, Sean picked up the tray and did as he was told. Once in the kitchen, he put the pan in the usual place for the dishwasher to get to it. Sean pulled a box of Marlboro Reds out of his jeans and fired up a butt, his first of the day. The smoke tasted good, but it made him slightly dizzy as it filled his lungs. He leaned back against the counter, watching the dishwasher get the soiled dishes ready for the machine.
"Let me have one of those," the dishwasher said.
Without a word, Sean retrieved his pack and tossed it to the other boy. He needed a light, he said, and Sean obliged as he stuffed the pack back into his pocket. The two kids smoked in silence.
The owner of the restaurant walked across the room to the table the man was sitting at.
"You see what I mean," he said, without further comment.
"Yeah," said the man. "Tell me again where you met him."
"Outside The Phoenix," the owner said. "He was hustling guys going in and coming out."
"And he sucked you off," the man asked.
"The best fucking blowjob I've ever had," the owner replied. "God, I wish I could keep him, but Joel would never stand for it. And he'll be back tomorrow."
"How old is he," the man asked.
"Eighteen," the owner replied. "He says he's been on his own for almost a year."
"Did he say how that came about?"
"No, he didn't. He just said his mom died when he was thirteen and that he'd been living with his stepfather. Nobody knows who his father is."
"Well, that explains it, then."
After a pause, the owner said, "Are you interested?"
"Very," the man replied. "And he can fuck, too?"
"Whoever trained his ass knew what it was all about. I tell you, man, I've never been with anybody like him. God, I wish I could keep him."
"Tell him I want to talk to him, will you, Jack?"
"Sure. Let me go get him."
The restaurant was almost empty at that moment. The breakfast regulars had cleared out, and the lunch crowd hadn't started yet. It was 10 o'clock on a Saturday morning in early June, and Jack and his crew had time to breathe. Jack found Sean in the kitchen and told him the man near the front windows wanted to talk to him.
"What about," Sean asked.
"Just go talk to him. He's a friend of mine. His name is Dave Powell."
"What have you told him about me," Sean asked. He was curious about the man, but he was also cautious after his many encounters with strangers that had turned violent.
"I just told him you need a place to live. You know you can't stay with me anymore. He might offer you a job as a houseboy. Didn't you tell me you're trained for that kind of work?"
"Yeah," Sean said. He wondered if this was going to be a houseboy-in-bondage situation. He wouldn't mind that. In fact, his cock stirred a little as he considered the possibility. He adjusted his jeans and wiped the beads of sweat off his upper lip. He turned to go to the dining room, as directed.
"Take your apron off," Jack said.
Sean untied it in front and pulled it over his head. He laid it on the counter, assuming he'd have it back on in a few minutes.
Jack admired Sean's physique. It was obvious the boy had worked out with weights and other equipment. At five feet, ten inches, Sean was a fully developed adult. His blond hair, long enough to be parted down the middle but otherwise neatly cut, framed his perfect face. The white tee shirt he had on was tight enough to reveal his well developed chest, and Jack thought he could barely see the outline of the two nipple rings the boy wore. Jack wasn't interested in bondage or anything else that hinted at kink, but he certainly thought the nipple rings did wonders for the boy. He wondered what the kid had been through at the hands of his stepfather.
Sean walked across the dining room toward the man. When he got to the table, he stood before him.
"You wanted to see me, sir?"
"Yeah. Sit down. I'm David Powell," the man said, extending his hand.
"Hi, sir. I'm Sean." They shook hands.
"Sean what?"
"Johnson, sir," Sean said.
"Lose the 'sir' shit, ok, Sean? Call me Dave."
That statement put the meeting into perspective for Sean. If the man wanted a slave, he never would have said that. For that matter, he never would have invited Sean to have a seat at the table with him.
Dave lit another cigarette and pushed the pack toward Sean.
"Have one," he said. Sean took a Marlboro out of the box and used Dave's lighter to light it. Although he had just smoked a few minutes earlier, Sean thought it was important to accept the man's hospitality.
"Jack says you're looking for a place to live. Is that right?"
"Yes, s.... Yeah, that's right."
"Do you come from New Orleans," Dave asked.
"No, s... No. Dallas. I've just been here a month or so."
"Where have you been staying?"
"With Jack," Sean replied.
"Yeah, but that's just for the last week. Where before that?"
"Here and there. In my car, mostly."
"How have you supported yourself?" Dave knew the answer to that question, of course, but he wanted to see what Sean would say.
The boy blushed slightly, and the faint pink made his complexion glow. Dave liked that. God, this kid is pretty, he thought.
"Doing this and that," Sean replied. "Working here this past week."
Dave decided to let up on the interrogation. It was obvious the boy was cautious, and he figured he'd learn all about his past eventually, if things worked out.
"Here's the deal. I need a houseboy. Somebody I can trust to live with me and keep the place up. I travel a good bit on business, and I've got a dog that needs to be fed regularly. I also have a pool, a lawn, the usual. Can you do that kind of thing? Clean a house, for instance?"
"Oh, yeah," Sean replied. He toyed with his cigarette, gently rubbing the tip in the ashtray. "I can do that and a lot more." Sean's last statement was bait. He wanted to see if the man would require his sexual services as well.
"You're gay, aren't you," Dave asked.
Sean looked him fully in the face and, without hesitation, said yes.
"So am I," Dave said. "Do you think you'd ever be interested in having sex with me?"
Wow. He's direct, Sean thought. But at least he knew where he was going.
"Sure," the boy answered. "I prefer men your age."
"How old do you think I am," Dave asked. He wondered what the kid would say.
"Thirty?"
Dave chuckled. "That's right on the money."
Sean grinned. He had been tempted to say twenty-five to flatter the man. Now he was glad he hadn't. Indeed, Dave looked no older than twenty-five. He was apparently in great shape physically, and he had the look of wealth about him.
"So what do you say? Are you interested in working for me?"
Sean knew this was potentially a wonderful setup. He knew he had to leave Jack's place that night, and he wasn't interested in spending more nights in his car. He had spent most of the money he had left Dallas with on gas, and Jack hadn't paid him for working as a busboy, except in room and board. He had made a few bucks giving blowjobs, but that was hardly a dependable income. Besides, he knew from bitter experience that it was dangerous as hell.
"I'd love to," Sean said. His smile let Dave know that this kid was eager to please.
"Great. Come on. Let's get out of here."
"Let me go tell Jack I got another job, ok?"
"Sure. Do we need to go by his place and get your stuff?"
"Naw. I got it all in my car. I don't have all that much stuff, anyway."
"Okay. I'll wait here for you. You can drive me home. I just live a couple of blocks away, so I walked here."
Once in the car, Dave said, "This is pretty nice. How much are the payments?"
"No payments. I paid cash for it," Sean replied.
"Really? Where'd you get the money?"
"I earned it. Tips, really."
"Have you worked in restaurants all your life?"
"Naw. Jack's was the first one."
"I see." Dave was dying to know what the boy did to earn tips, but, since he wasn't especially forthcoming, he didn't pursue the matter.
Dave literally did live just two blocks from Jack's place. It was in the Garden Distict of New Olreans, and Dave's house was an 1840's mansion that had been thoroughly modernized. The three story structure was brick, and it even had a cellar, a real oddity in that city. Dave's engineering firm earned tremendous amounts of money, and, as principal partner and CEO, he brought home huge paychecks. That, coupled with his inheritance, of which the house was a part, made him a very rich man.
Dave directed Sean into the alley that served the back of the property. He told Sean to park next to his own car, a Mercedes sedan. They walked through the garage into the garden, which had a high privacy fence all around it. That, plus the huge live oaks that boardered the area, screened out the view of any of the neighbors. Sean took note of that fact and knew he'd be able to spend time nude outdoors. That had been a drawback in their suburban home in Dallas, and he had genuinely wished he could have gone outdoors without fear of intrusive eyes.
Sean's entire suite of luggage consisted of a backpack and a medium-sized gym bag. He carried both easily. Once inside, Sean was amazed at the place. It was enormous, of course, and the decoration looked like it had come straight from the pages of some of the fancy magazines Sean had seen at clients' houses. Dave showed him around what he hoped would be his permanent home. Finally, he showed him his own bedroom. Sean had never had a room of his own before, at least not since his mother's death and the beginning of his training. In fact, Sean had rarely slept in a bed in those years, his stepfather insisting he sleep on the floor next to his own bed.
Dave sat in a chair and said, "Go ahead and unpack. Then we can go out by the pool for awhile."
Sean, trained in utter obedience, did as Dave said. There was very little to unpack, though. He had a toilet kit with a comb and toothbush and razor. He had two tee shirts and one additional pair of jeans. He had a box containing jewelry and other devices he had been compelled to wear, most of a carton of cigarettes, a file folder containing documents of some kind, and virtually nothing else.
"Is that all the clothes you have, son," Dave asked with some concern in his voice.
"Yes, sir," Sean responded instinctively.
"What's in the box," Dave asked.
Sean opened it and showed him. Dave realized it was some kind of jewelry and some other stuff, but it was like nothing he had ever seen before.
"What is all of that," Dave asked.
"Jewelry, mostly. Also restraints and cock equipment. I've got ball-stretchers and nipple stretchers. My stepdad used to like for me to wear this stuff around the house for him."
"I've never seen things like this. How do you wear this?" Dave picked up a rather elaborate piece of cock jewelry that consisted of two rings connected by a chain.
"That's a cock chain," Sean said. "I put this part around my balls and this part around my cock, just behind the head. The chain connects the two pieces."
"Do you like wearing this stuff," Dave asked. The thought of it excited him physically and aroused his curiosity.
Sean shrugged. Then he grinned at Dave. "Yeah, I do, kinda. If it pleases you."
There were other types of cock jewelry and cock rings. Dave had seen some of the stuff in gay sex shops in the French Quarter, but he had never actually seen any of it worn.
"Show me how some of this works," Dave said.
Without a second's hesitation, Sean had his shirt off and his jeans unbuttoned. He kicked off his shoes and let the jeans fall to the floor. He stood there before Dave completely naked without the least embarrassment. Dave reflected on his own modesty as a younger man and knew that this boy was very different, indeed.
Dave let his gaze move from the boy's face downward. The kid was really well built and solid. His pectoral muscles were highly developed, and his shoulders were massive. Dave's eyes lit on the gold rings that pierced Sean's nipples, which were large and distended. He moved down toward his crotch. The boy's pubic hair was sparse and the same blond color as his hair. Right in it's center was the best surprise of all. Sean's penis, obviously complete flaccid, hung a full five inches from his body. He was uncircumcised, and his foreskin hung down another full inch below the head, making the whole thing six inches long and rather thick.
"Turn around," Dave said. His voice reflected his growing arousal at the sight of this boy-god. Sean did as Dave said and revealed an ass that was perfect in its symmetry, shape, and size. "Damn," Dave whispered.
"Is there a problem," Sean asked.
"Goddamn, I don't think I've ever seen a boy as gorgeous as you are," Dave said. "Come over here."
Sean turned to face Dave and walked toward him. Sean knew this was his inspection, an inevitable, and usually quite pleasurable, part of meeting a new master. He stood in front of Dave with his eyes cast down, as he had been taught.
Dave wanted more than anything to touch the hunk of flesh that stood before him. He reached out his hand to take Sean's cock in his hand but stopped before he touched it.
"Is something the matter, sir," the boy asked, genuine disappointment and concern evident in his voice.
"Is it okay if I touch it," Dave asked.
"Of course, sir. It belongs to you."
Dave was a little taken aback by that statement, but he decided to ignore it for the present. He took Sean's penis into his hand and gently caressed it. The boy responded instantly, and his penis began to grow erect. Dave had always been fascinated by foreskin, and he gently kneaded it between his thumb and forefinger. That served to stimulate Sean even further, and he was soon fully erect. The foreskin was so long that it completely covered the head of his penis, with only a tiny opening visible to Dave. Sean immediately began producing precum under his skin, and Dave could sense the moistness that was developing there.
"Will it push all the way back," Dave asked, referring to the luscious skin.
"Yes, sir," Sean said.
Dave pushed it gently. He had always heard that the head of an uncircumcised penis was more sensitive than a circumcised one, and he didn't want to hurt the boy by putting too much pressure directly on his glans. The head of Sean's cock was sticky with his clear juice. Dave encircled the penis with his hand, and his fist could barely contain it.
"How big is this thing, son," Dave asked.
"A little more than eight inches long, and about five-and-a-half inches around."
Dave wondered how much of it he would be able to suck and how much it would take to completely fill his asshole. He stroked up and down Sean's shaft, and, as he did, the boy produced more precum.
"Are you going to masturbate me, sir," Sean asked.
"Do you want me to," Dave replied.
"If you want to, sir. If you do, though, please lower my foreskin and do it that way."
Dave moved the foreskin back over the head and caressed Sean's cock for a few moments. Then he stood up and pulled the boy to him. He planted his mouth on Sean's, and the boy opened for him as they kissed.
"Undress me," Dave whispered.
Sean went into action immediately. He unbuttoned Dave's shirt and let his hands rub the man's chest. He tweaked Dave's nipples and then sucked each one for a few seconds, enough to make the man fully hard both there and in his groin. Next Sean removed his shirt and undid Dave's belt. The boy had the man's pants and underwear down in an instant, and, without being asked, the boy took Dave's cock into his mouth. Dave sported six inches hard, and Sean was able to engulf the entire penis. He sucked it tenderly and thoroughly, knowing that this might be the first test of whether he would get to stay with this wonderful man.
Dave interrupted Sean long enough to move the two of them to the double bed that was in the room. Now naked, Dave pulled back the covers, and the two got in bed together for the first time. Sean returned to Dave's cock, hungry for it. Dave moved them into the sixty-nine position on their sides, and he took as much of Sean into his mouth as he comfortably could. He slid his tongue under the foreskin and encircled the head of the boy's cock.
Sean was as good a cocksucker as Jack had said he was, and, within minutes, Dave was ready to blow his load. Sean sensed this and relaxed his sucking so his man could last longer. Dave wanted Sean in his mouth, but the sensation on his own member was so great he lost his ability to concentrate on sucking off the boy. Sean didn't break stride when Dave released his cock. Time and again Sean brought Dave to the brink of climax and backed him carefully away from it. Dave touched the boy's butt cheeks and even brushed his hole a time or two, but the boy was sucking him so well that he finally abandoned any attempt at pleasuring him.
Eventually, Sean let Dave explode in his mouth. For Dave, the orgasm was so intense that he momentarily lost a sense of where he was. He tensed completely as he contracted inside, and then he felt every ounce of tension spurt forth from the end of his cock into Sean's mouth. The boy swallowed every drop of ejaculate. When it was over and Dave was softening in his mouth, Sean cleaned his dick carefully and withdrew. Dave slumped on the pillow, completely drained.
Sean got up and fetched his cigarettes, lighter, and an ashtray for them. His penis was still as hard as a rock, and his precum was literally leaking out from under his foreskin. He got in bed next to Dave, lit a cigarette, and passed it to the man. Then he lit one for himself and sat propped up against the headboard, his enormous cock flat against his stomach.
Dave took the first drag from his smoke lying down. Then he, too, propped against the headboard. In a few moments, he was able to speak.
"Sean, that was the best blowjob I've ever had. Thank you."
"Thank you, sir," the boy replied.
"I'm sorry I didn't bring you off. Let me recover a bit more, and then I'll take care of you."
"That's not necessary, sir," Sean said.
Dave reflected on this last statement and decided to get some of his questions answered.
"Sean, didn't I ask you to call me Dave, and not 'sir'?"
"Sorry, Dave. I'm just used to addressing the master as 'sir.'"
"The master?"
"Isn't that what you are? My new master? And aren't I your slave?"
Dave bolted up at this last remark.
"That's not how I see it, son. I'm not anybody's master, not even my own. What gave you that idea?"
"Well, sir, I've been trained to be a slave. I just assumed that 'houseboy' was another name for slave."
"Is that what that jewelry and shit is all about? You've been trained to be a slave?"
Sean hesitated a moment. Then, "Yeah. All my life since I was thirteen I've been a slave. My stepfather trained me to serve men like yourself."
"I want to hear all about this, Sean. Tell me what he did to you and what you've had to do for other men."
The boy sighed deeply. "It's a long story."
"We've got all afternoon. Tell me everything."
"Okay, if you really want to know."
"Everything, Sean. Everything."
Well, it started about two weeks after my mom died. I didn't know what was going to happen to me. Jim, my stepdad, had never adopted me and wasn't interested in doing so, and nobody, including my mom, knew who my dad was. I was thirteen years old, and either Jim kept me or I went into foster care. I liked him okay, and I wanted to stay with him.
One day he came into the bathroom as I was taking a bath. He sat down on the toilet and looked at me in a way he'd never done before. I had already started to get hair on my crotch, and my cock, which had always been pretty big for a little kid, had started to grow. I was basically going through puberty, even though I had no idea of what that was all about.
Jim told me to stand up in the tub. I was a little embarrassed to have him staring at me, but I did it anyway.
Wow, you've got hair, he said. I'm sure I blushed, but I didn't say anything.
Can you make cum yet, he asked.
I don't know what you mean, I said, and I really didn't.
Come here, he said. I got out of the tub, dripping wet, and stood in front of him. He reached down and started playing with my cock. Well, it didn't take long for me to get hard. Nice, he said. I didn't say anything, but I was secretly proud he thought something about me was nice. I'm gonna see if you can make cum, he said. He started stroking my cock, and it felt better than anything I had ever felt before. He rubbed my foreskin back and forth over the head of my cock, and, as you might guess, I came.
Wow! What an experience! I made cum, although it wasn't very much or very thick. I thought that what Jim had done was about the greatest thing in the world.
Now do the same thing to me, he said. He opened his fly and took out is cock. He was already hard, and I was amazed that it wasn't a whole lot bigger than mine. His cock was cut, so it didn't look exactly like mine, but he showed me how to jerk him off. When he came, he made a huge amount of cum, and it was thick and creamy and sticky.
Your mom and I had sex a lot, he said, and I really miss it. You'll have to take her place if you want to stay here with me. In fact, I'm going to turn you into my sex slave, just like your mom was. You got a problem with that?
I had no idea what was involved in being a sex slave, but I knew I wanted to stay home and not go to foster care. I would have done anything to stay there, and I said so.
Good, he said. We'll start your training right now. Dry yourself off, but don't get dressed. From now on, you'll stay naked unless I want you in clothes. Do you understand? I said yeah. Before I knew what had happened, he slapped me hard on my ass.
What was that for, I asked him.
You'll always address me as Sir. Don't call me Jim anymore. You're my slave, and you'll respect me as your master. You got that?
Yes, sir, I said. I didn't want another pop, that was for sure.
Follow me, he said, and I did. He took me into the living room and said he wanted to inspect me thoroughly. I had no idea what he was talking about, but I pretty much knew I had to cooperate or get slapped. I now know that the inspection is always the first thing a master does with a slave, and I usually enjoy it quite a bit. I thought that was what you were doing to me earlier.
Dave didn't respond, but he was completely fascinated by the story so far. He noticed that Sean was still rock hard and that a small puddle of precum had formed under the head of his cock as it lay on his stomach. He thought briefly about jerking the kid off, giving him some relief, but he didn't want to distract him from the story.
The inspection lasted over an hour, and he touched every part of my body many times. I got hard as a rock, and he made me stay that way. He spent a lot of time working on my nipples, and, for the first time in my life, I realized they were sexual organs that could really feel good. The most surprising thing, though, was what he did to my butthole.
He made me bend over a chair, and he rubbed vaseline all over my hole. Then he stuck a finger inside me. It burned a little at first, but it didn't really hurt. Then he put another finger in, then another. He moved his fingers to open and close them. Your hole is real tight, he said, but I can take care of that. He played inside me rubbing something that I now know was my prostate, and it felt so good that I came all over the chair. He didn't say anything just then, though. Instead, he greased up a medium sized butt plug and stuck it in me. Leave that there until I tell you to take it out, he said. And lick up that cum.
I hesitated a moment, and he slapped me again, harder that time, so I did it. It didn't taste bad at all. I thought it would be bitter and nasty, but I kind of liked it.
Once the inspection was over he got two small suction cups from snakebite kits and put them on my nipples. Leave them there, too, until I tell you to take them off. If one falls off, put it back on. I want to make your nipples big and plump. The suctions stung a little, but not real bad. Certainly not as bad as a slap on my bare ass hurt. Later, when he told me to take them off, my nipples stuck out about a half inch.
That night we had what he called the grand opening. In other words, he fucked me for the first time. First he made me suck his cock for a long time. I thought he might come in my mouth, and I was prepared for it, but he didn't. Instead, he put me on my back, pulled out the butt plug, and stuck his dick into me. He wasn't all that big, I figured out later, and it didn't hurt all that much. He fucked me for a pretty long time, and I got that wonderful feeling inside me. He told me to play with my nipples while he fucked me, and I did. They were even more sensitive than they had been earlier, and that stimulation, along with his cock in my ass, made me come. After a while, he plunged all the way into me and had his own climax.
When he had finished coming, he pulled out of me and wiped my ass with a tissue. He made me lick his dick clean, and that didn't taste all that good. You've got a lot to learn, he said, but I'm a patient teacher. I couldn't imagine what he was talking about, but I didn't ask. I figured it would all come out in due time. And it did.
"You mind if I have a cigarette," Sean asked Dave.
"Hell, no. Why should I mind? I'll even join you."
"I used to have to ask to smoke," the boy said.
"Well, you don't have to ask to smoke here. You smoke any time you want to," Dave said. The man and boy lit cigarettes.
After a few moments of silence, Dave asked, "Do you want to keep talking?"
"Sure. Why not," Sean said.
After he opened me up, he put handcuffs on me and chained me to a big eyehook he had put into the wall in the living room. I had seen him doing it earlier that day, but I had no idea why. There were two eyehooks, actually. One low and one high. He chained me to the lower one and told me to get on the floor. This is your place now, boy, he said. I'll put you here whenever I don't need you for something. He then went into the kitchen and brought out a dog bowl filled with cut up spaghetti and meat sauce. That was my dinner, he said, and I had to eat it the best way I could. Well, with my hands bound behind my back, all I could do was eat it like a dog would. I'm going out for a while, he said. Then he turned off the lights and left.
At that point I realized I might be dealing with a crazy man. Who in their right mind leaves a kid handcuffed and chained to a wall, naked. I felt like I was trapped, though. Who could I possibly tell? It hurt like hell when he slapped me, and I certainly didn't want any more of that. It was right then that I started crying. I cried for an hour or so, I guess. I was helpless, just like a slave in the olden days, and I had to do what my master wanted me to do.
I wasn't comfortable at all, but I drifted off to sleep eventually. I woke up a while later, very hungry and really having to go to the bathroom. I couldn't move, though. I was afraid to piss on the floor for fear he'd make me lick it up or something, but I didn't know how long I could hold it, either.
I didn't have to wait for long, as it turned out. Jim came home in just a little while, and it was obvious he had been drinking. He asked me why I hadn't eaten, and I didn't say anything. I have to piss, sir, I said. He unlocked the chain and led me to the back door. Go out there and piss, he said. In fact, you'll shit outside, too, from now on. I started pissing as soon as he let me out, and, damn, did it feel good. It was summer, so I wasn't uncomfortable being outside naked. I wondered what it would be like to piss and shit outside naked in the winter, though.
When he brought me back inside, he chained me to the high eyebolt. My hands were above my head. He put the suction things back on my nipples and then he pulled my nuts down as low as they would go. He wrapped some wire around my sack. This will stretch it, boy. I like a boy with low-hangers, he said. That hurt a little, but I got used to it pretty quickly. As time went on, he added more and more loops, and my sack really did stretch. Anyway, all that playing with my balls made me hard.
It's time to start your come training, boy, he said. I want you to get control over that thing so you come when I tell you to come. Got that, boy? Yes, sir, I said. I wasn't sure what he was talking about, but I wasn't about to contradict him.
He got down low and started sucking my cock. I was afraid I'd come at any moment, but he would stop now and then. He told me how to squeeze my muscles inside to keep from making cum, and, eventually, I got to a point where I could have five or six orgasms in a row without making a drop of cum. He kept torturing me by sucking me or jerking me without letting me come. It lasted a couple of hours that night. Then he took me down and into his bedroom. He fucked me again and told me I could come anytime I needed to. When his cock rubbed my prostate, I came a gallon.
Dave was fascinated by the story, but he was also repulsed by the wanton cruelty of doing such a thing to a thirteen-year-old boy. He knew there was a lot more to tell, though, so he made no comment.
Things rocked along like that the rest of the summer. We were living off the investments Jim had made of my mother's insurance, so he was there all the time with me. We developed a routine in a week or so. I would sleep on the floor next to his bed, usually chained to the wall. He would take me outside to piss, then he would take off the handcuffs for most of the rest of the day. I had to do everything on the floor, even eat, although he did let me use silverware. He taught me how to clean the house and cut the grass. That was a bit of a problem because we didn't have the privacy outside that you have here. When I cut the grass, I wore a g-string thong. The rest of the time, I stayed naked.
He bought a set of weights and a couple of exercise machines, and set those up in the garage. He worked me out for two or three hours every day. I was growing fast that summer, and I really liked the way my muscles started to look. My cock was growing fast, too, so he decided he needed to stretch my foreskin. As you can see, that worked just like my balls and nipples.
I got to where I could control my orgasms really well. I'd mess up and come unexpectedly sometimes, and he's spank me hard when that happened.
When school started that fall, I was the biggest kid in the eighth grade. I was already well into puberty, my voice had changed, and my muscles were big and nicely toned. I was really proud of the way I looked. We'd start every day the same way we had during the summer, with him putting me out to do my business, as he called it. Then I'd dress and go to school. I learned to shit at school so I wouldn't have to do it in the yard. Otherwise, I was just like every other kid in my class.
After school, though, it was back to my training. I had to work out for at least a couple of hours as soon as I got home. Then we'd have the sex training. I actually enjoyed it when he fucked me, and I still love getting fucked rough. This routine went on for the rest of that year and most of the next. When I turned fifteen, he thought I was ready to meet and please some of his friends.
He invited five of his friends over on a Saturday afternoon to watch a basketball game. I was naked, of course, and served the guests. After the game, Jim asked if anyone was horny, and they all said they were. One by one, they fucked me, and I wasn't allowed to come until Jim told me I could. This became a routine for us on weekends. I don't know how he knew so many men who wanted to participate, but there was a new bunch just about every week. I got to where I enjoyed those sessions. Hell, I got to where I enjoyed being a slave. Jim rarely beat me any more, and the sex was great. I stayed naked almost all of the time I wasn't in school, and I usually had a hard-on. I wasn't allowed to masturbate, but Jim took care of me regularly. It wasn't bad, really. When I turned sixteen, things changed. I was put to work outside the home. That's what he called it. What it meant was I was rented out to guys to play slave for them for a night or a weekend. To get me ready, Jim pierced my nipples and bought some of that jewelry for me to wear. I had been lighting his cigarettes for a couple of years, and before putting me to work he let me smoke regularly. He even let me have a beer now and then.
Anyway, at first, servicing clients was kind of fun. Most of the guys were new to the whole domination scene, and I usually knew more than they did. A lot of them fed me really well, and most of them gave me pretty fat tips. I had to turn their fee over to Jim, but he allowed me to keep the tips. That's how I got the money to buy my car. I wasn't allowed to have any friends, and I never went out with other kids. So I just saved the money.
After awhile, though, things got rougher. The men were more sadistic, and several of them beat me pretty badly. Jim threatened to kill one of the guys when I came home bleeding and full of bruises. Then, about six months ago, things got really bad. Jim's brother moved in with us.
This son of a bitch was brutal. Jim would give me a swat now and then, but Larry wanted to beat on me all the time. Jim went on a gambling trip right before I took off, and Larry beat me unconscious the first night Jim was gone. When I came to, he shoved a broomstick up my ass and left it there for a couple of hours. He liked to pull on my nipple rings till my nipples bled. I hated that fucker, and I decided to run away.
Fortunately, the asshole was as stupid as he was cruel. He got shitfaced drunk one night and passed out while I was sucking his cock. I wasted no time hauling ass. I had some money--a couple hundred bucks--and my car, so I grabbed the only clothes and shit I could find and headed for here. They have no idea where I am, and, since I'm legally an adult, I don't ever have to go back to them.
Dave lay in stunned silence when Sean finished. He certainly understood the boy's rather strange behavior earlier, and there was a small part of him that wanted to try some of the less-abusive aspects of the master-slave relationship. Overall, though, he felt great pity for this unfortunate boy who had suffered so much.
Dave noticed that Sean's cock was still hard, even though almost an hour had passed since they had gotten into bed. Without speaking, he reached over and took it in hand. The boy started to say something, but Dave simply said, "Shhhhhhh." Sean, like the compliant slave he was, hushed. Dave slowly and gently masturbated the boy. He had never jerked off an uncut man before, so he took extra precautions to be tender and gentle with him. In a matter of minutes, Sean moaned. Then, after more gentle stroking, he came profusely all over his own chest and Dave's hand. Dave bent down and carefully licked the cum from the boy's body, a work of natural art.
When he was finished, Dave smiled at Sean, and the boy grinned in reponse.
"Nobody has ever done that to me before," Sean said.
"Well, get used to it, man. Things are all different for you from now on.