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The Master Bottoms
---------- Day Seven -------------------
Dear Mom,
I'm sorry I haven't written in over a week, but I've been real busy. That was certainly true, I hadn't been worked so hard in my whole life. You'll be glad to hear, I got a job - finally. I'm working for an exclusive country club. The pay is great. Not true. I get great meals. Very true. I have my own room. Half true. And there are lots of fringe benefits. Very, very true.
I'd love to show you the place, but unfortunately the club is for men only. They're privately funded, so they get away with it somehow. However, other than that the club is not restricted. They have members, both black and white. She'd be glad to hear that. She's a typical white liberal, always yelling about racial equality. Even a couple Asian members. Rich importers. And I've even noticed that gays are fully welcomed and accepted into membership. One of the main qualifications for membership here is financial. These guys are rich and important. I expect to make a lot of contacts here that will stand me in good down the road. I didn't feel I had to tell her the other requirement for membership, the physical one.
I know I've been presenting myself well, just the way you raised me, Mom. One member was so impressed with me he took me to the opera, the museum and to a ball game. I've been learning about photography, haute cuisine, and hydraulics. Yeah, I know, it's a stretch to call my fountain making skills that. And I've become a really great swimmer. This is going to be a good experience for me.
I'm doing so well, that in another week, they say I'll get a promotion. I still wasn't sure what the end of probation actually meant. I figured I would find out that night when 26 finished his.
Give my love to Sis.
Your loving son, Fred. I actually wrote 37 here, damn it. But with all the experience I had in school changing grades on my papers, and forging tardy notes, it was easy to change the 37 to Fred.
I dropped my letter in the outgoing mail bin. It felt good to tell my mother good news at long last.
My seventh day at the Club was spent in the usual routines. Vacuuming rooms and making beds, fucking big beautiful asses, serving meals, fucking more big beautiful asses, caddying, fucking other big beautiful asses, raking leaves, and, did I already mention fucking big beautiful asses.
At supper, I served a member who had just arrived that day. He spoke with a French accent and being European, was able to eat without changing his fork from one hand to the other. This left his other hand relatively free, and through dinner, it was inside my codpiece. I was more or less trapped. Since I couldn't step away from him, 37 would have to hand me each new course to pass on to Monsieur, and when I took away the old course, I passed it to 37. All part of the job.
At least I wasn't the centerpiece. Tonight it was the blond, Number 4. My performance the previous night had set a new standard, and now all the tops knew they had to work to match it, or top it. 4 faced the challenge with grit and spunk. Yeah, lots of spunk. But he managed to hold the spunk until the members retired to the parlor.
After dinner, all the tops, even Number 4, were summoned to the parlor. We were to witness the ceremony marking the end of Number 27's probation. This I was anxious to see. 14 had been busy this week also. He had recruited three probationers after me. These, 20, 29, and 33 had front row seats along with me and 17. All the others had witnessed, and even been the center of, this ceremony before. As for the members, they had all kept their tuxes on. They were fully clad in their monkey suits.
As we waited for the rite to begin, I checked out the three newbies. 20 was a Pakistani, swarthy complexion, jet black hair, a thin wispy mustache, and a unibrow. Black peach fuzz on his swimmer's body. His age was probably the same as his uniform number.
29 was a happy kid. A permanent, big, toothy grin on his face. He had long brown hair that brushed his shoulders, but no body hair at all. I had seen him shaving it off in the morning.
And 33 was a skinhead, in his late twenties. A nose ring. Some tats. Very unlike any of the other slave tops. But I had seen him in action, and he was truly submissive. He respectfully obeyed orders and could fuck on command.
The roster of slaves had tops to satisfy every taste. 14 was indeed a skilled recruiter. He knew what the members wanted, and he knew where to find it, and how to get it.
Number 18 began playing the piano. Lots of pomp. Then Harrison stepped forward and took a seat as the chief officer. Jackson had been appointed sergeant-at-arms for the evening. He took a position at the door and pounded a mace three times on the floor.
"Sergeant-at-Arms. Have you a candidate that seeks a position here at Master Bottoms Club?"
"We have, Mr. President."
"By what name is this candidate known, Sergeant-at-Arms?"
"Number 27, Mr. President."
"Or Dickhead," mumbled Billings sitting off to one side, and there was a small murmur of tittering. Apparently this was one of Billings' standard lines.
"Bring him forth."
"Yes, Mr. President." Jackson turned and opened the door. There stood 27 in his uniform and blindfolded. On one side stood Hastings and on the other Eisenhof, the two most senior members present at the house for this ceremony. They took him by his arms and led him into the middle of the room and stood him in front of one of the leather armchairs facing the president's chair. Then they took seats beside Billings.
"Do you feel 27 meets all of our criteria?"
"Yes, Mr. President, in two weeks he has proven his value to this enterprise."
"We shall see." Harrison turned to Gupta, and asked, "The first Criterion?"
"The first criterion is size, Mr. President."
"Sergeant-at-Arms, does this candidate meet the first criterion?"
"See for yourself, Mr. President." Jackson took off 27's codpiece and his dick immediately sprang to its full size. Even I was impressed. I had admired this cock in the shower, with its complement of two hairy nuts, and its lush patch of pubic bush. And I had witnessed 27 plow numerous asses with it, but this was the first time I had seen it for any length of time fully erect. I wondered when his centerpiece turn was come around.
"It looks impressive, but we must be sure."
"Yes, Mr. President" Jackson produced the official MB ruler, its twenty inches length presumed to be sufficient for all contingencies. He placed it against the base of 27's shaft and held his helmet against it. He then announced, "10 and 3 quarter inches, Mr. President." There was a general sigh of satisfaction throughout the whole room. I felt satisfied, as I knew I had at least another half inch on 27.
Harrison continued. "The second Criterion?"
"The second criterion is prowess, Mr. President." said Gupta.
"Sergeant-at-Arms, does this candidate meet the second criterion?"
"I call on one of our esteemed members, Mr. President. Mr. Eisenhof, have you witnessed 27's prowess during these two weeks?"
Eisenhof stood and declared, "Two nights ago, that fuckin Dickhead screwed my ass for three hours straight!" The pompous atmosphere had been shattered. All the tops were giggling. 27 himself produced a shitface smirk and nodded to the truth of Eisenhof's words. Even Harrison was sore pressed not to lose his composure entirely.
"Uh, the third criterion, Mr. Gupta?"
"The third criterion is compatibility, Mr. President."
"Sergeant-at-Arms, does this candidate meet the third criterion?"
"We are about to find out, Mr. President." Jackson told 27 to sit on the chair behind him. He was still wearing his collar, harness and blindfold. His dong was still rock hard.
Wilson stood up, moved in front of the slave gallery, lowered his pants and mooned us. He then walked over and sat down, impaling himself on 27's rod. He sat there a moment and finally, 27 called out, "Mr. Wilson, Sir." Blindfolded he had identified a member by the feel of his ass swallowing cock. Wilson nodded, stood up, pulled up his pants, turned and shook 27's penis. "Very good, young man."
Then each of the other members did the same. 27's dick recognized the next asshole immediately. "Mr. Gupta, Sir." I closed my eyes and felt I could also. Gupta's hole was unique: large and cavernous.
Hastings took a little longer. He and Logan had very similar chutes, but then 27 remembered Logan had already left the house. "Mr. Hastings, Sir." Correct.
"Mr. Jackson, Sir." Well, of course, he's got the hairiest ass in the house.
"Mr. Eisenhof, Sir." I wasn't sure I could identify Eisenhof. I resolved to make sure I somehow fuck him a few times in the coming week.
And so it went, ass after ass. Of course, as long as 27 wasn't too nervous, he should have mentally checked off the asses, making the latter identifications easier. When all the other present members had been correctly identified, Harrison himself stood up, mooned us, and sat down on the omniscient phallus. "Mr. Harrison, Sir."
All the members applauded and the slaves joined in. The other probationers, I'm sure were making lots of mental notes as I was. I also determined to check the reservation schedule and concentrate on those members who would be here a week later.
Harrison stood, pulled up his pants, and like all the others before him, turned and shook 27's penis. "Very good, young man. Now stand up."
27 stood. Damn it, but he was still rock hard. Jackson removed the blindfold, and it took 27 a few seconds to get accustomed to the sudden bright light.
"27, you have been found by this austere body to be of some small value to our enterprise. I therefore officially declare your period of probation fully and totally satisfied."
Jackson held up the codpiece and ceremoniously ripped off the offending P. He placed the initial in an ash tray and lit it with his cigar lighter. That was a dramatic touch. He then handed 27 the P-less codpiece. Despite his huge hardon, 27 managed to get this final piece of his uniform back on.
"You are now a full fledged employee of the Master Bottoms Club, with all the rights and privileges attendant thereto." OK, this is what I wanted to hear.
"One day off a week." Oh, so that's why I couldn't find some of the guys sometimes.
"One week paid vacation." Holy shit. On the other hand, our pay wasn't all that much.
"Triple your probationary salary." Holy shit again.
"Special pay for special duties." I had heard rumors of slave tops accompanying members to Europe. I suppose that would be special duty.
"And finally, for this one time, and one time only, 27, you may select the bottom you wish to fuck between now and breakfast tomorrow morning. Think very carefully about this decision, for you will never again have the opportunity to choose. Take your time, 27."
27 stood there silently for a while. But I'm sure he had already made up his mind. He had probably deliberated on this decision for days. It wasn't just a matter of picking the best asshole, - the best of the best, I should say. It was also important to select a bottom who would appreciate being chosen, and who would have something to offer in exchange for your good favor, like some "special duty" or some post-employment position. A lot of factors would need to be weighed for this momentous decision. Already my mind was running down the potential benefits of each choice. Unfortunately, a slave is limited to the bottoms who happen to be present at the conclusion of his probation.
"if you would be so kind, Mr. President, I choose Mr. Bennings, Sir."
"Yes!" shouted Bennings as he extended his hand to Hastings and received from him a large bill.
Bennings quickly grabbed 27's still hard dick and took him out of the room. They disappeared up the stairs, not to be seen again until well past noon. Bennings even skipped his morning swim.
The rest of the members began shedding their monkey suits, lighting their cigars and calling on various tops for service. Since there were so many of us there, no one had to work too hard. For instance, while the first night I was called to lick two sweet assholes, a truly pleasant chore, now it was a case of two or more slaves licking one asshole. There were lots of fuck sandwiches that evening with a bottom swallowing one cock up his ass and another down his throat. The night of the ceremony was designed to be one which all those in the house would enjoy.
Gupta called me over and told me to lay on the pool table. Then he ordered 29, the new kid with the huge grin, to straddle my thighs, facing the other direction. That way 29 could hold our two cocks to make one gigantic thick one. Gupta climbed up and squatted down on top of us. It was my first true menage a trois at the club, and only the second one I had witnessed. They weren't too common, mainly because all the tops had such thick cocks that only the most accomplished asshole could swallow more than one at once. Obviously Gupta had studied our dicks carefully and knew which pair he could handle. A few of the other members stopped to admire him. This was a feat they envied. Slowly Gupta came down until his hole rested squarely on both our Dickheads. Then with a little kegel movement, he opened up and took us in. Slowly at first, he rode up and down the double shaft. It felt so fucking hot to have my cock pressed smack against 29's shaft in this confined space. As Gupta began to increase the pace, I could feel 29 throbbing against me. I could feel his preliminary manjuices flowing down my shaft. I was sure he had never done this before for he moaned loudly. No longer gripping the yoked shafts, 29 reached over and grabbed both my hands in his and squeezed as Gupta bounced his way to orgasm. It took expert booty talent to control not just one top's ejaculation but two, and Gupta was endowed with it. He came down hard one last time, clamped his sphincter around the double dick and in a moment, both 29 and I were filling his hole with our combined splooge. All three of us sighed a simultaneous "ahhhhhh."
Rather than telling Admiral Dick which tops they wanted assigned to their various bedrooms, the bottoms simply grabbed the choices and pulled them upstairs by their dicks. Some even got greedy and went to bed with two tops. Hastings we saw had lost his choice to Bennings, so he would have to settle for someone else. He chose me. He just gripped my cock hard and pulled me up to his room. I liked Hastings. I liked the way his sphincter just sucked me in. He reminded me of Logan. But this time, I closed my eyes and tried to memorize every little detail about his ass. I also knew he would feel uncomfortable sitting on me next week. Hastings always preferred assuming the mish position, his legs spread, his hands holding his knees, my hands on his feet. Then I'd lean forward and simply tickle his shithole with my Dickhead and whoosh, I'd get swallowed inside. He always amazed me. All these bottoms had awesome talents.
At about half past two I was traded for Eisenhof's pair, 3 and 10. Wow, I was worth two others! What a trade. This was also the opportunity I needed to study Eisenhof's rear end at length. He used my cock for over three hours, and I used that time to memorize every bump on his ass, every peculiar anal spasm. Eisenhof was in his upper forties but he was just as horny as the younger bottoms. He practically danced on my cock. I finally felt I had this guy pegged. Now I only had to concentrate on any new members as they arrived. By six, old Eisenhof was tiring, and he decided to send me downstairs.
I knew I had to shit, shower and eat and get to my morning chores, whatever Admiral Dick assigned, but before I started day eight at the Club, I laid on my cot a few minutes, and contemplated my new life. "Damn it, Fred, this is one hell of a place to work!"
[Does 37 continue to work at Master Bottoms? What happens when he visits his mother? Who is the young Hollywood star who is a member of the club? And what about the member with the dog fetish? Find out in the next episode.]