Now, whilst the setting and the people involved in this story are complete fantasy, the situation and what follows is based on personal experience in some ways - embellished and deepened as well as having fantasy elements intertwined.
I hope you enjoy it -- I am planning on running with this for a while at least, so do please let me know you like it, and/or if you have ideas for where it goes next, do let me know - mattspank74@gmail.com. I have plans for the boy's first session with Pete and Pete's visit to Joseph's place at least (red on and all will make sense).
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Looking4labourslave
Pete had not long started working at the firm. Fresh out of university, he was really delighted to have got a place on the graduate trainee scheme at Silverstone and Cleaver, one of the biggest law firms in the north west of England. Pete's office would be in Manchester, but they also had bases in Liverpool, Blackburn and Preston. The firm only took three trainees each year and he was the first in over five years not to come from Oxford, Cambridge, St. Andrews or Edinburgh universities. Pete was even able to buy outright a decent flat in the well-regarded Cheetham Hill area of Manchester as his aunt had died while he was at uni and had left him her flat in London.
The good thing about the trainee scheme was that he got to work in different parts of the firm. After an initial month of induction, training and getting to know the place, the three trainees were each assigned to one of the three departments: Employment, Criminal or Contract law. After working in their respective department for three months they rotated to the next and then the next, and then for the last two months they could choose which department they wished to work in. Pete was quite surprised at how friendly and approachable everyone at the firm was; friends who had left university the year before him had told him how standoffish and hierarchical some of the firms they went into were and how they were very much made to feel like the lowest rung on the ladder. But that wasn't the case at Silverstone and Cleaver. Even Mr Cleaver himself (apparently there hadn't been a Silverstone at the firm for over twenty years) was friendly and visited the cubbyhole that Pete called an office from time to time to see how he was getting on and to offer advice or guidance.
Pete's first rotation was in Employment Law. He was assigned to Katie Ramsay, one of the partners, whose practice was largely made up of advising trade unions and representing employees at tribunals. He soon got into the busy world of the firm and began to enjoy the challenge and the work.
The other staff in the Employment Law department were two partners. RJ Welden was in his late 40s and looked just like an `old school' solicitor - thin, tall, balding, precise and deliberate. But everyone knew he was brilliant and a real asset to the firm. And then there was Sally Fraser, who made Pete think of Christine Baranski's character in The Good Wife - an older woman, always immaculately dressed and made up, apparently hard as nails and no-nonsense. The other permanent lawyer was Adrian Powell. If RJ was the classic version of the stereotypical city solicitor, Adrian was the modern stereotype: a bit flash, in his early thirties, good looking, probably played squash at lunchtimes with a pal from his public school and was something of a ladies' man by all accounts.
Pete was so busy at work and settling into his new place that he'd more or less given up sex for a few months. It did him good, he realised - he'd nearly jeopardised his chance of getting a good traineeship out of university because he spent too much time clubbing and shagging. One thing about Pete was that people always made the wrong assumptions about him. Six foot three tall, skinny and with fiery red hair and, as he admitted himself, looking like a nerd, people (well, guys, let's be frank) were often surprised to find out that Pete was not only a top, not only quite a rough top but was, in the right circumstances, a demanding and dominant top. He wasn't the sort of guy who went out in leathers or rubber, or who made a thing of his predilections, but given the chance, he'd have a lad stripped bare with a bright red arse taking his thick cock down his throat. Pete did fuck, of course, but he much preferred to have a lad on his knees gagging and swallowing his cock while Pete relaxed, watched TV, played games or texted his mates. One thing that Pete did miss from his university days, though, was having a lad to keep his flat clean and tidy. For his second and third years he'd shared a flat with his friend Kenny. Also gay, Kenny was more than happy not to have to bother washing up or dusting or hoovering or doing his ironing, because one of Pete's lads would do it for him. And if Kenny felt like getting a blowjob, the lads knew better than to refuse. Kenny wasn't naturally a dom like Pete, but when there's a good looking naked lad about the place doing the chores, it always seemed a waste not to allow him the pleasure of taking Kenny's load as well as Pete's.
Pete decided it was time to find some new lads to look after his place and suffer for his amusement. Grindr was useless for his purposes, the kinds of sub lads he was looking for were unlikely to be within reach of his grid. Scruff was sometimes decent, but it was fetlife and Recon that had always worked best for Pete in the past. He uploaded several clear and recent face pics and some of his previous lads in service, changed his username to `Looking4labourslave' and updated his profile information and made it clear what he was looking for.
"Young professional new to the city but experienced in using and humiliating slaves, seeking older subs between 30 and 55 for naked service, humiliation, bottom reddening, urinal service and, most importantly, domestic labour. Ideally, a regular sub who can clean my flat to a five star standard and who understands that nudity and a red bottom is the only uniform that they need. I will use your throat and, occasionally, your arse. You must be a willing and/or proficient drinker of piss from the tap, be able to spend lengthy periods tonguing my hole from under my rimseat as I watch TV or play games and be happy worshipping my sweaty feet after a day at work and a run. I'm not looking for newbies who need training, I'm not interested in twinks or guys under 30. Don't expect to orgasm while you're here or to see me naked. I don't care if your dick is locked up or not, or if you get hard or not, the only time I'm going to be touching it is to slap it, to use it as a handle to keep you still over my knee or to rub deep heat into it to watch you suffer. Please be serious and interested in committing to a regular weekly or fortnightly schedule - I'd much rather have one or two lads who visit every couple of weeks than loads of occasional visitors. No one-offs and don't expect to meet until we have chatted and got a feel for each other. I don't really care what you look like, so don't worry if you're shy about sending pictures. Attitude and commitment is much more important. If I want to keep seeing you and want a change in your body or looks, you can work on that between visits anyway."
As always, the first few responses on Recon were either bots or hundreds of miles away or were too young or too old or were just looking to get fucked. Pete didn't mind, he wasn't in a hurry and would far rather find the right lads than the right now.
About a fortnight after he'd updated his profile, Pete got a message on Recon from someone called DemandingOwner'. This guy was 53, 100% active and had a blank profile. No pictures, no text, but had his interests' set as "Impact Play, Masters & Slaves, Watersports", three of Pete's own interests (he also had chastity' and feet' selected).
Good evening. Your profile immediately attracted my attention. I own a slave whom I think would fit the bill of what you are seeking. He serves me regularly, but I am always looking for opportunities for him to serve other men. The more of his time outside work that is taken up with hard labour and service, the better for him. Ideally, I'd have him live in, but that's not possible, sadly. Apologies for the blank profile. I mainly use this site to keep in touch with friends and to find chaps like you who seem to have similar interests as mine.
Pete, naturally, was intrigued. He had a feeling this might just be talk, especially with a blank profile like this. But, the guy had been a member for ten years, so he wasn't just some wanker who'd set up an account when he was horny. And he was a paid member, which also implied some level of commitment. Over the course of a few days, Pete got to know a bit more about the slave.
hi there. Thanks for your message. Interesting that you own him yet loan him out. Can you tell me a bit more about him and his experience?
Sure, of course. He's thirty three, in good shape, decent looking. I've owned him for the last eight years. He spends one evening a week and most weekends here at mine where he cleans, cooks, does my laundry, etc. He does all the household chores - I don't bother washing up, he does it all when he is here. He's always kept naked - he undresses as soon as he lets himself into the house. I don't generally keep his cock caged, but it can be if you would like that. He's a fully trained urinal and has recently also been trained to use his tongue to save the environment by reducing my need for toilet paper when he is present (if you get my drift). I spank and thrash him regularly and agree with you that slaves like him should always display a red behind. I have him collared, gagged, plugged and with his nipples clamped when he works here, but how he presents at yours would be up to you, I only insist that he is naked. He'll bring his control implements and all necessary cleaning products with him if/when he visits, you shouldn't have to provide anything for him.
He sounds ideal to me. Would he be free to visit weekly? I really want to have to do as few chores as possible here. Although I'm only 24, I'm an experienced dom and can give you some boys to contact who can give me a `reference'! As I said in my profile, I'm looking for a domestic slave. I don't have a house - I'm in a duplex two bed flat. I'd be looking for a full clean of the bathroom, kitchen, living room and my bedroom each week, with the spare room done if I am expecting guests. He can also do my ironing and hand wash all my gym clothes and underwear. Ideally he'd do a full, deep clean of the whole place from time to time, but that would need a longer visit than just an evening. I'm quite turned on by the thought of his working with a plug and a gag in and with his nipples clamped. How long were you thinking of a visit lasting?
Having read that, I got to thinking that he might need to visit you twice a week - what do you think? He is released from here at 2 on a Sunday as I usually spend the afternoon and evening with family, so Sunday afternoon and evening worked for you he could come directly to you and work through until you are done with him or until midnight, whichever is sooner. And then one evening in the week he could come directly from work (depending on what time you get home from work, of course, and how long it takes him to get to you) and serve until midnight (or earlier if you have had enough of him). One evening would be fine if you just want him to clean, but it would be good for him to serve under your rimseat and to work on your feet as well. Apart from when his tongue serves to clean me up, he doesn't rim me. Indeed, apart from that and urinal service, I very rarely use his mouth. I much prefer to fuck his hole! And I am not interested in having my feet serviced, it's not my thing at all. But he has been used by others for it and I am told he does a good job. And if he doesn't, of course you are free to punish him. May I ask if you are regularly tested, etc.? I insist that any use of his hole is raw and, as much as possible, he is properly seeded. If he is sucking you off he will swallow or you are free to paint his face, etc as you wish. He is not permitted to despunk whilst in service. If he does, please punish him immediately and let me know.
Wow, if you could spare him twice weekly, assuming he meets my requirements and serves as I require, that would be great. My flat is in Cheetham Hill and I cycle to and from my office, which only takes about 10 minutes. I tend to leave about 5.30 most days, so am home by six at the latest. Sunday afternoon would be ideal too - I'm not sure how long it would take him to get from you to me, but I have recently started playing football on a Sunday and I'm usually home about 2, so he could sort out my sweaty post-game feet before I shower. What evening would suit you? I am currently free more or less any evening apart from Tuesday when I also play football. I've only been in Manchester just over three months, so I am still finding my feet a bit! I'm negative, regularly tested and am on prep. Totally understand about hole use. As I said in my profile, I'm more of an oral guy, but I do like to fuck occasionally.
If he is going to be visiting you on a Sunday, you probably want him mid-week. His regular night here is a Tuesday, so that works out fine with your football. He has another `client' whom he visits on a Thursday, so how would Wednesday suit you? He finishes work about six, he can change from his professional clothes into his slave uniform at the office and be with you by seven. Would that work for you? That would mean you get five hours out of him on a Wednesday. If all works out, that would mean he will be kept busy all weekend and Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday evenings. Much better for him. I live in Castlefield, so it would take him about half an hour to walk to you, so he could be with you by 2.45 at the latest on a Sunday. That would give you nine hours of service - plenty of time for a proper clean of the place and some quality time with the boy. How would that work for you?
That sounds perfect. When I was in London I had one boy who reported for the day on a Sunday - 10-5 - and another who did 8-midnight on a Thursday, so this would work out well. Anything that is off limits with the boy? Does it matter what I call him? Just a matter of curiosity, what's his slave uniform?
Pete was still a little uncertain about whether 1) this guy was for real and 2) whether it was actually the slave he was talking to who was getting off on pretending to have an owner, but his cock was hard and what was on offer was certainly what he had been looking for.
It does sound like this would work well for me, for you and for the boy. I tend to call him boy most of the time - he'll find it pretty humbling having a guy who is ten years his junior calling him that, so I would stick with it. His slave uniform is an important part of making sure he remembers what he is, despite his professional job and swanky apartment. He is allowed to have proper' clothes for work and some casual things for when I allow him to socialise. But he always wears a jock - he only has one jock and the only cleaning it gets is when I gag him with it when he is not in use at the weekend. Besides that he has smart black shorts, a smart white short-sleeved shirt, white ankle socks and properly polished black shoes. This is his normal uniform when travelling to and from service, whether it be to my place or to someone else. He always walks unless the client' is beyond walking distance, in which case he may take public transport, but must stand at all times. As to limits - regular stuff, I guess. No blood (or if you do draw blood, stop), no full toilet use other than his paper duties (if that appeals to you), no changes to his outward appearance (he visited someone I thought I could trust some years ago who shaved his head. I was not amused about that at all and it caused a lot of comment at his workplace at the time). You're welcome to take pictures and videos of him if you want. If you do, please send me copies and please do not spread them about or put them online. We can discuss the use of anonymous shots in your profile like the ones you have now at a later date. Also, no `public' use other than his journey to and from you in his uniform. No other people without having alerted me first - I have no objection to his being seen or even used by other guys, but please let me know and please don't leave him alone with anyone I've not vetted. Speaking of vetting - as we've been chatting for some time, could we move this to Whatsapp? Once we're connected there, could you tell me a little about you, your experience and what you do for work? By the way, I'm Joseph [Joseph appended his number to the chat]
Joseph sent Pete his number and so Pete messaged him on Whatsapp as requested.
Hi Joseph, I'm Pete
Good to meet (!) you, Pete
Pete filled Joseph in about himself and a bit about how he had got into this kind of sub/dom dynamic. Joseph seemed satisfied that Pete wasn't an axe murderer and appeared to be whom he purported to be. Joseph did ask for `verification' - Pete's postcode and a picture of him standing outside his block of flats and holding three fingers up on his right hand.
About a week went by after sending this - a week without contact from Joseph. Pete wasn't particularly worried, Joseph had often gone several days without responding. On the following Monday, though, Pete's whatsapp beeped.
So, young Pete, firstly, apologies for radio silence of the past week. I was away on a work trip and didn't take my personal phone with me. Having seen your verification pics, I think it's time that the boy made himself available to you. Would this Wednesday evening suit you?
Absolutely it would, Joseph. I'll be home in good time for him to report at seven as we agreed.
Excellent. If you are happy with his work and you want to use him regularly, I would suggest that you let him have keys to let himself in for future visits - that's what I and his Thursday client both do. On this occasion, if you were able to leave your door on the latch after buzzing him into your building, he will let himself in and undress. Do you have a hallway or corridor where he can do that? If not, can you be in another room when he arrives? It is really important for the boy's mental state that his betters only see him naked as much as possible. He'll let himself in, strip and then await your orders standing nose and toes to your front door, hands on his head. Please feel free to store his uniform away until you are ready to release him. I know you're experienced, so I probably don't need to be telling you all this, but I'm keen that this works for both parties. As I said, he will bring his control implements and cleaning supplies.
That sounds perfect. And I completely understand about not seeing him clothed - one of the lads I used in London needed that, I never saw him anything but naked.
Excellent. I would be very grateful if you could write me a brief report on his work and attitude afterwards. It helps me with his ongoing training and I can discuss anything that you would like done differently with him before his next visit. Also, I would very much like to meet you in person as well. Might you be able to skip football next Tuesday? If things work out on Wednesday and you are keen to have him on a regular basis, I would love you to come over for dinner and a drink on Tuesday night.
Pete thought that, unless it really was an elaborate hoax, Joseph must be real. Pete was as keen to meet him as Joseph was to meet Pete, and said so.
Of course I'll send you a report - I'll take some archive of him as well to share with you so you can see what he's up to. I'll want to put him through his paces in a variety of skills, so he won't be doing a full clean - I'll get him to do the kitchen and bathroom, some laundry and then some `personal' services.
Ideal. I know it'll be a whole week, but if he pleases you, he'll be with you again on both the following Wednesday and Sunday anyway, so he can labour properly then. If it's OK with you, I will pass your number onto him. On Wednesday, he will message a group with you and myself in it when he is leaving his office. If you can give him your full address then, that would be perfect. Any problems before then and I will let you know.
It would be silly to say that Pete spent all of Wednesday at work on edge and horny. He had too much experience of using slaves for that. There was an extra hit of adrenaline, though - the first time with a new lad, and especially in these circumstances, was always somewhat exciting and slightly nerve-wracking. And there was always the nagging doubt at the back of his mind that this was just some wanker getting off on creating a scenario to cum to. His boss, Katie, noticed the extra adrenaline, though, and commended him on the extra pep in his work for the previous few days. Not that she had had anything to complain about before, mind. Pete was easily seen as the most competent and talented of the trainees and the Partners had already discussed offering him a permanent role once his year of training was up.
He finished work just after 5.30, changed out of his suit into shorts and tshirt and cycled home. The flat was a bit of a tip, deliberately as he wanted the boy to have plenty to do. Pete set up his rim seat so that he could use it and watch TV. He didn't bother changing out of his cycling kit or having a shower - he would do that after the boy had arrived and spent some time on his feet.
He also got out two canes, his tawse and the hairbrush that all the lads whose bottoms had felt it dreaded. He had just put the punishment implements on the coffee table in his living room and got a chair ready which was good both for OTK work and for a lad to bend over for a thrashing when his phone buzzed. It was an invite to a group from a number he didn't know. The group was called boy's trial visit', so Pete accepted the invite. Joseph was already in the group and wished Pete a good evening. Pete saved the unknown number as boy' in his phone.
Good evening Sirs. Master Pete, I have just changed into my slave uniform and will be heading to your flat. Master Joseph has given me your postcode, please could you share the full address?
Pete sent over his address which, as the boy had the postcode already, was merely his flat number, as his building didn't state its postcode with anything else.
Thank You, Master Pete, Sir. It will take me 30 minutes or thereabouts to walk to you. Are you happy for me to arrive at 6.30, or would you prefer me to wait until the agreed time of 7, Sir?
6.30 is fine, boy. Buzz me when you get to the building and I will let you in - no need to speak, I will simply unlock the door when I pick up the intercom. I am on the seventh floor. I expect you to walk up the stairs - the lift is not for the use of slaves. The door to my apartment will be on the latch as discussed. Come in and close and latch the door behind you. Beside the door will be a cardboard box. When you have undressed, fold your uniform neatly and put it into the box with your phone and keys, close the lid and put the box into the hall cupboard - it'll be obvious which it is, as it will be the only open door. Close it once you've stowed your belongings. I assume you have a bag as you are bringing control implements and cleaning kit. Put that on the floor where the box had been and assume your wait position. I will be out when I am ready.
yes, Master Pete, Sir. Thank You, Sir.
good boy. I will see you soon. Pete looked at his watch - 6.05. He'd not told the boy but, although Pete had said he could arrive early, he was going to be waiting against the door until 7. So the earlier he was, the longer he would have to wait. What a pity for the boy!
Joseph messaged Pete privately to say he was looking forward to hearing how things went and seeing some evidence of the boy's service.
The group thing is really only for two reasons - firstly so that I know the boy is obeying and secondly in case there is any issue initially. Hopefully you and I will be meeting on Tuesday, and after that, I'll leave the boy to communicate with you privately.
Cheers, that sounds sensible.
Oh, one thing I forgot to mention. I'd be really grateful if you didn't contact the boy unless it is to rearrange or cancel a service visit. I don't want him spending hours on his phone and I have found it best for his `clients' (I apologise for that word, but I can't think of a better one!) to deal with me primarily. He may message you asking to see whatever pictures or video you have taken of him. He has done that in the past. Please don't send him anything and send me a screenshot of any such request. He knows it is not allowed but, sadly, sometimes his cock gets the better of his head!
Of course, I understand completely about not contacting him. Hopefully we'll stay in contact, though - I think we have a lot in common. And I know exactly what you mean about archives and boys - they want to see themselves suffering and serving so they can wank to it. You're quite right not to encourage it.
We'll definitely keep in touch, I agree, we appear to be on very much the same page and, sadly, there are all too few chaps about who share our interests. I'll let you go - I look forward to hearing from you after the boy has left. Don't forget, although he won't turn into a pumpkin, midnight is his witching hour, so please make sure you have released him before then.
Excellent, I'll be in touch either later this evening, or tomorrow morning.
Pete headed into the kitchen. He'd changed out of his cycling kit and into some comfy cotton trousers and a t-shirt, but he usually would have had a shower as soon as he was home, so he was feeling a little icky. He got on with putting things together for his dinner. He'd decided to do a tray bake with potatoes and veg and a fillet of salmon. That way, all he had to do before greeting the boy was to put it in the oven and he wouldn't be cooking while the boy was cleaning. The boy could serve up his dinner and do the washing up after he'd finished.
The door buzzer rather shocked Pete - he'd been waiting for it, but was so into his own world cooking while listening to Radio 4, that the noise took him by surprise. He walked to the hall, picked up the intercom but didn't put it to his ear. He just pressed the entry button until the tone changed to show the door had been opened, then replaced the handset. He took a quick scan around the hallway, opened the cupboard door, took the lidded cardboard `archive' box out and put it beside the front door, which he opened, put on the latch and pushed so that it was closed, but unlocked. Shutting the door to the guest bedroom, Pete went through the other door back into the kitchen/living area, and shut the door behind him. Setting the alarm on his watch for 7, he went back to finishing his meal prep.
Although he still had the radio on, Pete had turned it down slightly. He didn't hear the front door open, but he did hear the latch being released and its being closed. The boy was in, at least. A few moments later, he heard the hall cupboard door shut - it squeaked alarmingly; sorting that was on the list for the boy to do at some point. Silence fell in the hall - Pete guessed that the boy was in his waiting position. He looked at the clock above the fridge - 6.36, so although he didn't know it, the boy had twenty-four minutes to think about what was going to happen. Pete enjoyed this time, especially with a new slave - having to wait naked and on show put a boy slightly on edge, but also gave him time to recover from his trip, to calm down from any excitement about the sessionand, hopefully, to get properly into the right mindset.
There were a couple of reasons that Pete ended up buying this apartment. One was that the guest bedroom opened directly off the hall and had its own en suite shower and toilet so it could be completely private. A second was that the rest of the flat was all accessible through that other door off the hall. The kitchen and living room was more or less open plan, there was a good-sized balcony looking out and then stairs went up to the master bedroom (which had its own smaller balcony looking out at right angles to the one downstairs) and bathroom. The benefit for tonight was that once his dinner was ready to go into the oven, he could settle down on the balcony with a beer and not have to worry about passing the boy as he did.
At 7, Pete's watch buzzed on his wrist. Despite the slight rise in his heart rate as the adrenaline again kicked in, he took his time in heading back into the living area, putting his empty beer bottle on the side and heading toward the hall door.
He opened the door and there, directly opposite him, was the boy. Not as tall as Pete, but probably just about 6'. Dark hair not long but a good head of hair. Pete could only see the back of the boy, obviously. He clearly worked out and, Pete reckoned, ran. His legs were really good and he had a pair of pert round buttocks and a solid back. With his hands clasped behind his head and his arms parallel with his shoulders the muscle tone was well presented. On the floor where Pete had placed the archive box was a decent-sized black rucksack.
Deliberately not looking at the boy, Pete walked to the bag, picked it up and took it back into the living room, leaving the door ajar behind him. In the main body of the bag was the boy's cleaning kit - several bottles of eco-friendly cleaning sprays, several cloths, dusters, etc. In the front zipped section of the bag was a thick leather collar, a rubber O ring' gag and a gag with a small phallus instead of the ball in a ball gag and a pair of vicious looking metal crocodile clip style clamps, with a heavy chain between them. There was also a small bottle of lube and three buttplugs - two standard' plugs, one medium-sized and one large, and one reasonable sized puppy tail plug.
Taking the collar, O-ring gag, clamps and the larger standard plug and lube, Pete went and sat on the sofa and called back to the door,
"Crawl in here, boy, and present yourself on your knees for inspection"