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Office Boy 4 -- Chapter 9
Troy was barely aware of Jake and Adam releasing him from his restraints. They carried him to the bathroom, ran a tub of hot water and placed him in it. They left the room and Jake came back, alone, a couple of minutes later. He must have shown Adam out. He climbed into the shower and washed up. Troy just lay in the tub soaking up what he had just been through and letting the warmth flow through his body. He looked up a Jake with the adoring eyes of a faithful acolyte. This man was his own Master. He had saved him from a life of meaningless striving and brought him to a life of gratifying service.
When Jake had finished his shower and dried off, he knelt down next to the tub and began to bathe Troy. Troy started to protest, but Jake hushed him.
"It's important to me that I take care of my boy so that you continue to serve me well. You've done very well today. But you need to rest. I'll make sure you're cleaned and then I'll put you to bed. Tomorrow we'll work on some more lessons and talk a little too."
Jake gently scrubbed his body and washed his hair. Then he rinsed him and helped him out of the tub and dried him with a soft towel. Finally he picked him up, held him against his furry chest and carried him down the hall to the bedroom. Troy loved the feel of his master's chest hair against his naked skin as he held onto his neck. In the bedroom, Jake put him down on a thin mattress that was on the floor at the foot of Jake's bed. This was to be his sleeping place.
"Good night my boy. Sleep well" Jake whispered and kissed Troy.
At first Troy was startled by the kiss. Then he threw his arms around Jake's neck and kissed him fiercely. He didn't want to let him go. Jake disentangled himself and pushed Troy down on the mattress.
"You need to sleep."
"Please Sir. Would you fuck me one more time? Face to face so I can see you?" Troy begged.
"Please Sir."
Jake pushed him onto his back and took him gently. As Troy lovingly gazed up at Jake, looking deeply into his blue eyes, he couldn't imagine anything else in creation he would ever have need of. He belonged to Jake Chauvette. Jake was his world.
Troy slept soundly that night. He dreamed about Jake, of course. In his dream, Jake was training him to run. Jake was running ahead of him, urging him on, pulling him by his cock. He felt the arousal as Jake grasped his penis. He almost came. Then Jake let go of his dick and began to pull ahead of him. Troy called to him to come back. He was weeping because he couldn't hold onto him. He was grasping at his foot as Jake slipped away in the distance.
When he awoke, he was on his mattress at the foot of Jake's bed. And he was holding Jake's foot, which was hanging over the edge of the bed. As he became more fully awake, he pulled himself up to his knees, never letting go of his Master's foot and looked up at his sleeping form.
He watched his furred stomach and chest rise and fall as he breathed, his dark cones sticking through the hair on his chest. Then Troy began to kiss and lick the foot he held in his hand. He was crying quietly because his dream had seemed so real and he had felt sure Jake was gone.
But here he was. Troy was so glad and grateful to be able to touch him.
Jake's cock was filling out and getting longer as Troy worked on his feet. He would have liked to have taken that beautiful object in his mouth. But he hadn't received permission. As he watched it grow, his own began to stiffen and rise. He rose without thinking and climbed onto the bed. He was mesmerized by this beautiful living thing that lengthened and stiffened as he watched. He marveled at how the naked balls hung beneath it and followed behind it as it rose toward Jake's silken belly. His mouth fell open and he moved toward it as if hypnotized. He held it in his hands and caressed its smooth shaven skin with wonder. Then he took it into his mouth. At last, he touched the object of his greatest desire with his own warm tongue and lips. He licked the throbbing column of flesh and hummed his pleasure around its stiff girth. He began to bob on it, impaling his mouth with it and glorying in the pleasure he found in it. He buried his nose in Jake's fragrant bush as the aroma filled his nostrils and made his own cock throb and ooze.
After some time (Troy didn't know how long), he heard Jake whisper "Who gave you permission to suck my cock boy?"
Troy, not letting go of the joy that filled his mouth, looked up at Jake. Was he smiling or was he angry? Jake was frowning, but Troy couldn't tell whether it was a true frown or a put-on. Troy lifted off Jake's spit-slicked pole and reached out tentatively to touch Jake's arm.
"No one Sir. I lost it. I saw you lying there and I wanted to taste you so bad, I couldn't help myself Sir. Please don't be angry Sir, please."
Jake, lying with his head on the pillow, looked into Troy's eyes for a moment. Then he reached up and grabbed him behind the head and pulled him down onto his chest.
As Troy lay there, listening to his heartbeat, Jake stroked his head. "You're really a case, aren't you? How could you be so much a bottom and have never known it? It's a wonder, given the level of your desire, that you didn't get picked up by a master long before this."
"I never put myself in a place where that could happen, Sir. I think I was too scared."
"Yes, I can see where you would be. You'd be frightened by the power of your need. So you didn't admit it even to yourself. Well, you're home now, my boy."
"Yes Sir. I love you Sir." Troy raised his head and looked at Jake.
Jake looked at him and cocked his head. "I love you too boy. But I'm still your Master and you're my slave. Do you understand?"
"Yes Sir. Thank you Sir."
"Thank you? For what? For loving you?"
"No Sir. Thank you for giving me what I need."
Office Boy – Chapter 10 They lay on the bed and Troy snuggled his head against the hard/soft wonder of Jake's chest. He gazed longingly at Jake's nipples poking through the forest of hair and reached out his tongue to lick one. Then he moved his nose into the nearest armpit, seeking the smell he now unconsciously linked with arousal. Oh, how he needed that man-smell! How hard he had fought this at first; now it seemed completely natural to him. His resistance had been shattered and turned inside out into submission. He pushed his nose into the forest of hair savoring the smell.
He licked the hairy pit and combed the hair with his teeth, reveling in the odor and flavor, humping his cock against Jake's thigh. Jake slapped his ass and grabbed both his tits hard.
"I didn't give you permission to jack off. I'll punish you for this. Don't imagine that just because you want me that you can have me whenever you want. I told you before that you have to learn to control and to channel your desires. You belong to me, not to yourself. Don't forget that, because you'll suffer every time you do!"
Troy's back was arching with pain and excitement as Jake brutally pinched his tender nipples and twisted them. His mind was already linking this kind of pain to pleasure, so his cock was throbbing as he whimpered and gasped "Yes Sir. I'm sorry Sir. I won't do it again Sir."
"I wouldn't bank on that, but don't think that I'll be any more lenient because I'm expecting you to fail. If anything, I'll be harder on you."
Jake released his grip on Troy's tits, raised his right arm and pulled Troy's head back into his pit.
Troy nuzzled and licked, hoping to placate Jake's anger and forgetting the pain in his pecs as he inhaled that smell that held him captive. After a few minutes, Jake pushed him up.
"Go get yourself ready for more training. Be sure you take an enema with the solution. I'll expect you in the training room in twenty minutes. And if you've forgotten anything, you'll regret it!"
Troy went into the bathroom and prepared the cleansing enema, which he then administered to himself. He held it for two minutes and evacuated on the bidet. The sound of his wet farts resounded through the apartment, to his embarrassment. Then he prepared the enema with the powder from the medicine cabinet, greased the nozzle and pushed it into his anus. He injected all of the warm liquid, once again feeling the warmth not only from the fluid itself, but also from the drug it contained. He found a butt-plug in the medicine cabinet, which he used to hold the mixture in while he showered. By the time he climbed out of the shower, his head was beginning to feel detached from his body. He toweled off, went over to the bidet, pulled the plug out and evacuated the enema. Then he dried his butt.
Just as he was about to go to the training room, he remembered his crotch. He checked for stubble on his cock and balls and found there was only a bit. Quickly he grabbed a safety razor from the drawer and carefully shaved away the strays. He ran his hands over his genitals and found they were smooth as silk. By now his twenty minutes were almost up! He checked himself in the mirror for the first time since he left his apartment yesterday. So much had happened, it seemed like a lifetime ago. He hardly recognized his own reflection. The blue eyes were bright; he wondered if Jake liked them? There was now no hair under his arms, which, together with his chest, made him look like a little boy. Where he'd had a wonderful coating of brown hair on his chest before, it was now denuded. His nipples were puffy and red. They stuck out from his chest in a way they hadn't before. Before, he'd had flat, quarter-sized tits. Now he had pointed tits that showed in his profile when he turned sideways to the mirror. Just looking at them made his cock start to rise. And speaking of his cock: yesterday, it had been surrounded by a forest of pubic bush which also covered his heavy balls. Now, his bush was a neat triangle, below which hung his cock and heavy balls, looking larger and exposed. He ran his hands over the silky skin, enjoying the smooth, soft feel. Then he glanced at the clock; he was late! He rushed out of the bathroom and down the hall.
Jake was standing in the training room dressed only in a pair of briefs with calf-high black socks on his feet. "You're five minutes late. That'll mean five extra strokes. You also earned ten extra strokes for attempting to masturbate against my leg without permission. Added to the thirty that are today's allotment, that's a total of forty-five. If you forgot your enema, you will definitely regret it."
"Sir, I remembered my enema."
"Good boy. Now lie on the floor."
Troy laid down on the floor on his back at Jake's feet. He looked up at him, drinking in his beauty.
He looked so powerful from where Troy lay. His strong musculature was so arousing. His powerful legs, covered with brown fur; his strong arms with their own dense coating. The dark brown hair coating his powerful chest, punctuated by the cones of his nipples made Troy's cock throb. And the mound that filled his briefs looked huge from that angle. But it was those blue eyes that really held Troy's heart and mind. They were clear and bright and deep and he thought he could see into Jake's soul through them. Troy trusted him completely. He trusted him with his life. And he would do anything Jake asked him to do.
Jake pulled a stool over and sat down on it. He began to rub his smelly socks over Troy's body.
He rubbed his belly and moved up to his chest where he pinched his tits with his toes as he rubbed the smell into Troy's skin. Troy was getting aroused by the smell and the feel of the rough, rank socks massaging his skin. Then Jake moved his feet down to Troy's groin. He held his balls between his feet, rolling them around and squeezing them. Troy inhaled sharply as the pressure became more intense. And his cock was getting even harder.
"You like that don't you boy?"
"Yes Sir."
"You need it, don't you? You need the abuse and humiliation, don't you?"
"Yes Sir" Troy groaned.
Jake then gripped his cock between his feet and rolled it between them like a stick. Troy's arousal was moving to a higher level.
"Don't you dare come, boy. I'm not giving you permission."
Troy tried thinking of something else, anything. But the combination of the smell and the feel of Jake's feet on his cock were proving to be too much. He started panting and his hips began bucking. He was going to come! How could he stop? Then Jake reached down and pinched his cock-head hard between his thumb and finger. The pain shot directly up his spine to his brain like an electric shock, pushing him back from the edge.
Jake grabbed his cock and used it to pull him up off the floor. Troy scrambled to his feet as fast as he could so that he wouldn't be parted from his penis. He was clumsy since he wasn't used to being led by his dick, but he managed to stand up. Jake pulled him over to two sets of manacles: one set hanging from the ceiling, the other set bolted to the floor. He locked the one set around Troy's wrists and the other set around his ankles. Troy was now spread-eagled in the middle of the room. Jake went over to the wall and pressed a switch, causing the chains over his head to rise. When he was forced to stand on the balls of his feet to relieve the strain on his wrists, Jake flipped the switch off. Jake walked behind him to the wall with the pegboards, retrieved some things and came back over to stand in front of him.
"I told you before, there are still many things you have to learn before I'll consider you fully trained.
One of those things is to turn pain into pleasure. Doing this will permit you to please me most fully. I've already bound you to me with my smell. Now you begin the lessons of giving total satisfaction."
With that, Jake wrapped his hand around Troy's testicles and pulled them down until they looked like pearly orbs in his distended sack. Then Jake took a two-inch ball-stretcher, wrapped it around Troy's scrotum and snapped it in place. Troy felt the painful tug shooting up to his abdomen.
"When you've become more accustomed to having your sack stretched down a bit, we'll use weights. There's an ideal length for a slave-boy's ball sack and you have a little stretching to do before you get there."
"Yes Sir" Troy grunted and sweat broke out on his forehead and under his arms.
Jake pushed his nose into Troy's crotch and breathed deeply. "Ah good. You're starting to sweat. That'll also improve your smell. That's one thing about the club: we're all hooked on man- smell."
Then he took Troy's pearly balls into his mouth and pulled on them a bit more as Troy groaned.
He licked the sweat that was dripping down his flanks from his shaved armpits.
"Ummm. I love the taste of a boy's sweat" he said and began chewing on the naked flesh.
He gnawed and nuzzled, making Troy's cock rise farther. Then, suddenly, he bit down hard on the now-smooth skin. Troy cried out in pain. But his cock took no notice and began to leak pre- cum.
Next, Jake stood up and twisted Troy's nipples into points. Troy felt that now-familiar thrill go up his spine, as his knees buckled, sending shooting pains down his arms. He grunted, pushing his chest forward as far as he could. Jake bent and nibbled on his tender tits, licking and sucking on them. Then he started rubbing his unshaven face on those tender nubs. It was almost like sandpaper on them and Troy was hanging between pain and pleasure. Then, just when Troy thought he might loose control again, Jake pulled away, grabbed a pair of tit-clamps he had secreted in his briefs and fastened them on Troy's swollen nubs. The jaws bit in and Troy sucked in his breath and moaned.
Jake stood beside him and reached back between his ass cheeks and thrust a lubed finger into his ass chute. As he pushed in and pulled out, massaging Troy's prostate, he used his other hand to pull rhythmically on the chain joining the tit clamps. The pain at his chest was terrific while, at the same time, the pleasure from the hand-fucking was matched the pain in intensity.
Troy's mind was overwhelmed. He didn't know how to meet this dual assault. He wanted more in his ass and an end to the pain. Then, as the sensations increased, the pain began to blend with the pleasure. He wanted the pain! He pushed his chest forward and shoved his butt back trying to meet Jake's rhythm. His cock was furiously leaking pre-cum, which flowed like honey and pooled on the floor at his feet. Then, abruptly, Jake stopped. He pulled his hand out of Troy's butt and let go of the chain.
Troy, who had come very close to the edge, gasped "Thank you Sir" and struggled to catch his breath.
Jake walked over to a cabinet, opened it, and came back. He held up a butt-plug for Troy to see.
It wasn't huge, but it was bigger than anything else he'd had up his ass. His eyes opened wide.
"What do you say boy?" Jake demanded.
Troy swallowed hard. "Thank you Sir. Please let me have this plug up my ass."
"Very good boy. You'll get what you asked for." Jake went back to the switch on the wall and released the tension on Troy's arms.
As the manacles moved lower, Troy sagged, relieving the tension on his calves. His hands came down to waist level. Jake walked behind him and slapped his butt hard.
"Assume the position boy!" he yelled.
Troy quickly bent over. Then he felt the pressure on his sphincter. He knew this wasn't going to be easy. The pain hit him. It was like a hot poker in his anus.
"Push boy! Push down like you're taking a shit!" Jake ordered and slapped him again.
Troy grunted and pushed down, trying to defeat the pain with his effort. He felt the object invading him move farther and farther in; each increment of movement was like a fire. He couldn't help himself.
He yelled "Aaaauuuuuuhhh".
Finally, he felt the flange lodge against the opening to his hole. He groaned loudly. The fire only slowly began to fade as his hole adjusted to the diameter of the rod that filled it.
"Good boy" Jake said and slapped each of his ass cheeks. "Before you're finished training, you'll be able to accept fuckers bigger than this one. It's just a matter of getting used to it."
"Yes Sir. Thank you Sir" Troy groaned and tried to breathe more deeply to manage the pain.
Jake went back to the wall and flipped the switch controlling the manacles. As Troy's hands began to rise, he whimpered "Oh please Sir, not again. I can't take any more Sir."
Jake strode back across the room. He slapped Troy's butt and yelled "You will take more because I chose you to be my boy, my slave. I set the limits here, not you!"
The mechanism was still operating and Troy was being lifted off the floor by his arms. He cried out and threw his head back as his feet came off the floor and his body was stretched between floor and ceiling. Jake quickly strode back and turned off the switch. He came back to Troy and reached up and pulled his head forward so that he was looking him in the eyes.
"Who is Master here? Who?"
"You Sir! You're my Master."
"Who says what happens to you? How much you can take?"
"You Sir!"
"Do you trust me boy?"
"Yes Sir" he wailed. "With my life Sir."
"Then don't worry. You won't come to any harm as long as I'm here to handle you. Do you believe me boy?"
"Yes Sir. I believe you Sir."
"And?"
"Thank you Sir!"
"Good boy. OK. Let's get on with it."
Jake went back and released the tension until Troy was once again standing on the balls of his feet. His calves were beginning to cramp from the exertion. He would just have to refuse to allow them to, or he'd be hanging by his arms alone and he knew he didn't want that.
"Now, let's see. How many strokes did we say you'd earned?"
"Forty-five Sir."
"Very good. I expect you to take your discipline seriously." Jake was standing behind him.
Troy tried to look over his shoulder to see what implement Jake had chosen, but he couldn't see.
Then he heard a whoosh and immediately felt the blow slam into his ass. It was a long leather paddle that sent a bolt of pain straight up his spine, setting off fireworks that exploded in his brain.
At the same time, the chain joining his tit-clamps bounced against his stomach, renewing his awareness of his nipples.
"I didn't hear you boy!"
"One Sir, thank you Sir."
Whoosh - crash.
"Two Sir, thank you Sir."
And on it went. Troy knew that his ass was cherry-bright. He could feel the flush of the blood between blows. But it was the fireworks, which barely had time to subside between blows, that got to him. Each burst was like an explosion inside his skull. His head was rolling around as he tried to escape from the pain that increased with each collision. What he also noticed that his cock throbbed in time to the blows. He was getting off on this abuse! The beating went on. Then, about the time he'd rasped out thirty-nine, he felt the rush as he crashed through the endorphin barrier. The pain was no longer pain: now it was ecstatic pleasure! He thrust his butt back to meet the blows which also jostled the butt-plug in his ass, massaging his prostate.
"Oh Sir! Unnh, unnh, unnh, ahh, oh, please Sir. Please fuck me! Please, please" he cried.
Whoosh - crash. "Forty-five Sir. Thank you Sir."
Jake dropped the paddle on the floor, rushed up behind him and yanked out the butt-plug and thrust his own cock into the open hole. He started pumping, pulling on the tit-clamp chain with one hand. Troy was matching his thrusts, rocking back to meet the rampant cock in his ass.
Their breathing quickened and grew ragged.
Then, as Jake's thrusting came on like a freight train, he hissed in Troy's ear "Come boy."
And Troy's untouched cock exploded as Jake erupted inside him. It was as though Jake were coming through him! They shouted and clenched in unison, one shooting ropes of cum, one onto the floor, the other into the boy's ass.
As their breathing calmed, Jake held onto Troy's torso. He reached up from behind and yanked the clamps off his tits. Troy squealed and thrust his pelvis again at the pain and one more spurt of cum spewed out the tip of his dick. It was as though Jake had given his cock an extra squeeze. Pain and orgasm were linked and imprinted in his brain. Jake went to the wall and lowered the manacles. When they were at waist height, Troy's legs gave way and he collapsed to the floor. As the manacles continued their descent, Troy crumpled into a sweaty, spent heap.
Jake pulled him to his feet and guided him to the bedroom, laid him on the low mattress and covered him with a blanket. Troy slept. He dreamed he was bound naked as the world rushed around him. Then Jake came and picked him up and carried him away. As Jake walked, the bonds that had held him loosened and slipped off. He put his arms around Jake's neck and kissed him. And Jake was naked too. They rolled together in the grass and the water and Troy kissed Jake's penis and made love to it. Then suddenly, it changed. Men came and seized Jake and pulled him away from Troy. They bound him and dragged him out of sight. Troy cried after them and wept. As Jake watched his sleeping slave boy, he saw him toss and seem to struggle and cry out quietly. In his dream, he watched them take Jake up onto a high platform and throw him off it. He fell to the ground. Troy rushed to him and found him dead. He wept and wept. He only wanted to end his own life. He climbed the platform and, looking down at Jake's body, threw himself from the height. As he hit the ground, he awoke.
Jake was sitting on the bed looking down at him. "You were dreaming."
"Oh Jake, I thought they'd killed you!" Troy grabbed his knees and held onto him, crying softly.
"Please don't ever leave me Sir. I need you so much."
Jake stroked his hair, soothing him. "It's alright boy. I'm still here. You don't need to worry. I won't leave you, ever! My boy."
And he bent and kissed his head. "Ssshhh. It's alright. It's alright."
Jake pushed him down onto his mattress. He kissed his swollen nipples and ran his tongue up his chest to his armpit from which he licked the sweat. He pushed his tongue into Troy's ear and outlined its features. Troy's breathing deepened as he became more aroused. Then Jake pulled his briefs off, freeing his magnificent cock. As it slapped up against his belly, Troy reached for it.
He didn't know which he wanted more: to hold it in his hands or have it in his ass. He whimpered as he grasped its girth and raised his pelvis. Jake hooked his arms under Troy's knees and pushed them back toward his head, exposing his hole. Troy looked into his clear blue eyes.
"I'm your pussy boy Sir. Please fuck me now."
Jake took some of the pre-cum leaking from Troy's cock and lubricated his own cock-head with it.
Then he slowly pushed in. Troy pushed down, willing his chute to open to receive this gift. A jolt of pain hit him and he groaned. The invasion continued. Then he felt his sphincter close around the corona on Jake's dick. He was inside. The pain lessened as Jake began thrusting. He grabbed Troy's tits, twisting and pulling them away from his chest. Troy arched his back and squeezed the penis in his ass in response. He felt it swell in response. He was making his master happy! That made him happy. He raised his chest to make his tits more accessible and reached for Jake's erect cones, stroking and lightly pinching them. Again, he felt the rod in his hole throb in response and he knew his master was pleased. Jake continued to fuck him as he sought to satisfy this man he loved so much. Jake was now fucking furiously and they were both breathing hard.
As Jake's hips jerked spasmodically, he shouted "Come boy! Aaaahhhhhhh."
And Troy shouted too, as ropes of jism shot across his belly and onto his chest.
To be continued.