Max's Straight Sub
Installment 4
Max tied Sam to a heavy wooden chair and blindfolded him. He was almost completely immobile. He pulled Sam's laptop out and turned it on. Max explained that he would torture his prisoner until he got the secret codes he needed--passwords to his computer, his email, his social media, phone, and his university login. The torture would continue as long as necessary until he was broken. In reality, it didn't take much for Sam to relinquish those passwords--it almost disappointed Max how easily Sam gave in. Almost.
Max changed some of the passwords, set himself up as the master user on the laptop and a new guest account with content filters which would block games and some websites without permission, and gave himself permission to access Sam's email, phone history, and social media accounts. He also enabled gps tracking on his devices. He even took a moment to set up strict spending limits on his bank accounts which would require Sam to ask permission to even buy lunch.
Max took a look at Sam's grades posted on the university portal. As and Bs with a few Cs. Not bad, but could be better.
After taking enormous control of the boy's life, Max decided it was bedtime for Sam. He released the boy, let him stretch, use the bathroom, and have a drink of water before locking him in a cage under his bed. In the cage was an old pillow but no blanket. Sam curled up and struggled to sleep but feared making any noise that might disturb Max. Max slept like a baby.
In the morning, Max woke up and dragged Sam out of his slumber. After the two did their morning ablutions (Sam was permitted to piss in the shower), they got dressed for their workout. Max didn't lie: this was the hardest, longest one Sam had done yet. It was made worse by the soreness from his bruised ass. Rather than run to the park after weight training, Max led Sam on a run through some secluded hills near town. When they stopped to piss, Sam was made to do so completely naked after drinking Max's urine. They continued their run with Sam running naked until they got near town again. As usual, during the workout and run, the men talked like old friends, but the tone of the conversation changed as they headed back to the apartment.
"Sam, I've decided to take more control of your life during this month. Your grades are ok but could be better. You are still eating junk food despite the work we are doing on your fitness and your bank account is empty. So, until you get your grades up, no video games surfing the net. Also, I will shop with you on Sundays to pick out your groceries for the week--you will not be spending any other money without permission. And from now on, when you're not with me, you are at home. You need more time to study. If you're grades don't come up quick, you'll be studying in my office while I work." Max didn't allow for any debate but did answer Sam's questions. It was a done deal.
Back at the apartment, Sam and Max showered. Max took a closer look at the bruises to make sure they were ok, then set the boy to work on a long list of chores. His work was only interrupted when he had to request clothing to go outside to wash the car (which he did in his running shorts with no shirt permitted) and to take the trash out. Lunch was a substantial salad topped with chicken, sliced veggies, and a bit of oil and vinegar.
The work continued late into the afternoon. Sam had just pulled a load of laundry in the shared dryer in the complex's laundry room (for which he was allocated nothing but a towel to cover his nakedness), when Max called him to the living room. Max had been watching sports and turned the sound off.
"I know these last few days have been hard--especially the past 24 hours. I want to check in with you to see how you're coping. I won't let you out of our deal, but if any of this is too much, we can renegotiate a few things," Max offered.
Sam asked for permission then sat down next to Max. He explained his mixed feelings and confusion. He liked the control Max was taking. He hated the exposure but was oddly turned on by it. He really loved the workouts and is excited to see the changes in his body over the next few weeks -- and hopefully longer if Max was willing to keep training with him when their deal expires. The only request he made were to allow him to wash and change his uniform--ideally wearing more clothes. Max granted the request, providing a second pair of running shorts (less see-thru, looser, and with a lining) and an old stringer tee and allowing the boy to wash them as needed.
Max turned the sound back on the tv and invited Sam to lean back and watch the baseball game with him for a little while. Before they realized it, both had dozed off and Sam was cuddled up against his Sir. They didn't wake up until late in the evening. Sam was given the option of going home and returning for a workout the next morning or just staying over. He chose the latter, sharing Max's bed for the first time. He had begun to feel safe and protected.
Morning came quickly, Sunday's workout was just as brutal as Saturday's, the two cleaned up and Max let Sam out on his street clothes for the first time since Friday--though the collar and padlock remained on. Max drove the two of them to a nearby supermarket where he selected food and instructed Sam on how he should prepare it. Max used Sam's card to pay the grocery bill which was, as Sam noted, significantly less expensive than his typical weekly fast food budget. Back at the apartment, Max unlocked Sam's collar and they loaded the groceries into Sam's car (upon seeing the sorry state it was in, Sam was ordered to clean it out) and the boy headed home.
Back home, Sam hung out with his roommates for the first time in days. They had noticed he was missing but assumed he was visiting home or had found a hot chick to shack up with. When they saw the groceries, they decided it was his parents--teasing him that no way could he land a chick hot enough to make him eat salads.
That night, laying in bed hornier than he had ever been Sam tried to use his laptop then phone to find some porn. Blocked. Instead he just fantasized his usual jerkoff scenario of being a servant to a beautiful dominatrix. Before he realized it, that dominatrix had transformed from a busty blonde into Max. Instead of licking pussy, he saw himself licking a drip of piss from Max's uncut dick.