Stan shows me around the shop and tells me what he wants me to do: empty the trash, wipe down all tables, sweep and wash the floor, clean the bathrooms. "All basic houseboy stuff," he tells me. "Shouldn't take more than an hour if you don't waste time." He shows me where all the cleaning supplies are. While he's showing me the ropes, I'm constantly aware of the riding crop in his hand but he doesn't seem getting ready to use it on me. Not yet, anyway.
"Any questions, boy?"
"No, Sir."
"Good. Then get naked, slave, but keep your shoes on. Hand me your clothes. I'll give them back when I'm satisfied with your work."
He takes my clothes and puts them in his back office, the same office where I sucked him off this afternoon. He comes back and growls at me. "What the fuck are you waiting for, slaveboy. Get to work!" And now I feel the crop across my ass. I reach back with my hands and he lays a lash across my nipple and I scream out. He goes to hit me again and I quickly start picking up trash from the floor. As long as I work, he leaves me alone, but dammit, the minute I stop to figure out what I should do next he's right there threatening me with his crop. "Get back to work, faggot."
"They wanted me to teach you about slave labor," he says. "Working naked is good for you. Helps you understand that being a slave isn't only about sex. But work hard and someone might set your little dick free so you can cum then lock it up again." It finally hits home; I guess I'll be caged most of the time. Something else to get used to.
Stan stays in his office while I'm working. He's nice enough to put on some music and that helps me lose myself in the work. Weird music, though. Stuff I've never heard before. Kind of like country music, but the words are from a Master to his slave and sometimes I hear the crack of leather on flesh and a boy cry out "please no more." Where the fuck do they get this stuff?
Anyway, Stan only comes out twice; each time I end up sore somewhere else. The worst was when he hit my armpit; that made it hurt for me to move my arm. He never said anything about how well I was working. I guess he beat me just because he could. One time he grabbed hold of my balls and whipped my inner thigh. Fuck, that hurt!
Finally I got done. Waited to take the trash out back, hoping he'd let me put my clothes back on first, but no. Good thing it was dark out. I don't think anyone saw me, but what the fuck did it matter? I would think he'd be more embarrassed about it than me. After all, who the fuck makes employees work naked? Or would they know I'm a slave?
I went to his office to let him know I was finished. He orders me down on the floor. "Crawl after me while I look things over." All in all he seems pretty pleased with things. I even get a "good boy" out of him. I'm surprised he doesn't want me to suck him off again, but no, he just hands me my clothes and tells me I can get dressed and leave. Weird.
Craig is writing a paper when I get back to the room. "Where you been, dude?" he asks me.
"Had to do a job for someone." He's naked so I know he wants me to strip as well. Damn, his cock is so enticing. I can't help but look at it as much as I can. Once he catches me. "Like what you see, faggot?" he asks me somewhat cheerfully.
"Sure do, Craig. You know I have a thing for cocks. Yours is a mighty nice one." He chuckles. "Good. Gives you something to dream about. The one cock you don't get to suck." I get a naughty idea. "Craig, did your brother ever get to suck you off?"
"Nah. That would be fucking gross. Incest. Yuck! But I did get to watch him suck his boyfriend's cock once. He left the door to his room open and I watched from the hallway. Couldn't see too much except for his head bobbing up and down and Chris, his boyfriend moaning out loud. But I gotta say, Q, I like it a hell of a lot more watching you suck off my buddies when they come by. I like the way you always do it exactly the way they tell you to. They all tell me you're a pretty good cocksucker. Makes me proud."
I think to myself, "Why don't you find out for yourself how good I am sucking dick?" but I never say it out loud. I think Craig really gets off teasing me and knowing I'm hot for his dick.
"Hey, what happened to your leg?'
"Got hit with a riding crop."
"Fuck! Why did he hit you there?"
"Just because he wanted to."
"You just let guys hit you if they want for no good reason?"
"Only some guys."
"So I can whip your ass just because I want to?"
"um... no, Craig. The only way you can whip my ass is . . .oh, never mind."
"come on, Q. What were you gonna say?"
"Only guys I suck off can whip my ass. Let me put it that way."
Craig cracks up. "So if I let you suck me off I can thrash you?"
"If you let me suck you off you can do anything you want to me. Anything at all."
"I'll keep that in mind, dude. How about I whip your ass while you're sucking someone else off?"
"What's with you, Craig? Are you horny to thrash me?"
"Nah. I'm only fucking with you, dude. But I did promise someone you'd blow him tonight."
"Who?"
"Jason Connor. Okay?"
Once again I hear the words in my head: "obey everyone."
"sure. you gonna watch?"
"No. You have to go to his room. 321. Hold on, let me make sure he's there." Craig makes a phone call. "The fag's ready if you are, Jase. . . . sure. I'll send him up now. what? Your roomie too? Sure. He's always hungry for dick. . . . yeah, he swallows. Just tell him whatever you want him to do and he'll do it. Yeah, I think he's the only cocksucker in the dorm. Don't know anyone else is doing it. Hold on.
Craig turns to me. Go ahead, Q. room 321. But wait. Put on a pair of gym shorts. Don't go roaming the stairways naked."
"yes, Sir." I put on shorts and head on up there and knock on the door. Wow! The whole room smells of pot smoke.
"I'm Jason and he's Chuck. you prefer cut or uncut?"
"doesn't matter. I blow whoever I'm told to."
Chuck says something. Very deep voice. "You dig being ordered around like some kind of slave?"
"That's what I am, . . Sir."
"Fucking snap! Drop the shorts. I want you naked when you're sucking my dick."
I strip right away. He chuckles. I'm not sure why.
"Get down. Crawl over here , faggot. then beg me to give you my cock. I never got a bj from a real fag before."
This Chuck guy has all the makings of a real Dom. Several "H" points already!
"Please, Sir, please give this faggot the privilege of servicing your hot cock?" I beg. I hear Jason chuckle behind me.
"You promise to slobber all over it and show me how much you crave dick, faggot?"
"yes, Master. Anything you want."
"Master," says Jason. "Yes, we're your Masters, boy." Jason's got his pants off. He plops himself on Chuck's bed next to him. "Put your hand on my dick while you sucking Master Chuck," he orders. So now I'm holding two cocks, one with my mouth, the other in my hand. Shit. Jason's leaking like crazy. My hand's already wet just from stroking him.
"Scoop up my precum and then rub it on your nipples," he orders me. I wonder if precum will help heal sore nipples, or if it will burn. . . . . Nah,.. . just feels wet.
Jason whispers something to Chuck. Chuck pulls his dick from my mouth. "Get Chuck's precum and mine. Mix us together. Then lick your fucking hand clean."
"FUCK!!!" yells Chuck. "I'm cumming! Get your fucking mouth over here and catch it, faggot." He grabs me by the hair and pulls me over. Some of his cum gets on my face, but I get most of it, I think. "Don't swallow. Hold it in your mouth. . . . . Hey, open your mouth and show Jason you've got my cum in your queer mouth." I do so.
"That's fucking hot," says Jason. "What a fucking sick queer!"
"Hey faggot, you know what happens to queers around here?"
I can't talk because Chuck's cum still in my mouth. "Oh wait, swallow it. Let me hear you gulp me down into your faggot gut."
Once I've swallowed Chuck's cum he repeats his question. "Do you know what happens to queers around here?"
"NNNno, Sir?" I didn't notice but Jason pulled his belt from his pants and stood up.
"They get punished for being queer and for wanting guys' dicks," answers Chuck. "That's right, faggot. Punished." He nods. I hear a swish and Jason's belt whips me across my back. I open my mouth to scream but Chuck grabs my head and forces me into his crotch to block the sound.
"Keep holding it there," says Jason. He reaches down and grabs my balls and pulls them back between my legs. Quickly I adjust. "Good. Don't fucking move that ass, faggot, so I can whip it good and hard."
I lose track of how many times he hits me. I think it's 7 or 8. My ass is burning everywhere and I'm gasping for breath, sobbing into Chuck's groin. I have to fight back against his hand so I can get more air. I get slapped for that again. My fucking face is still sore from being slapped earlier. Chuck pulls my head back. "Take a good gulp of air, cause it's all you're getting."
Mindlessly I obey and soon I'm smashed back into his body again. "Give the bitch some more, Jay," he says to Jason, who starts in again on me.
Oh, shit! Someone's pounding on their door. "Open this fucking door!" someone shouts. Jason throws down his strap and opens the door. It's Craig. "The boy's had enough. I should beat YOU, dudes. Let go!"
I'm free from Chuck, gasping for breath while my face is covered with sweat and tears and my ass is hurting more than it ever has before---fuck fuck---half kneeling, half groveling, careful not to make my ass touch the floor. "the two of you: put your fucking pants back on then help him back to my room.
I get carried like a fucking corpse. Chuck has me under the arms lifting my shoulders. Jason's between my legs lifting my legs by the knees. I can tell a lot of guys are looking at me. When they get me down the stairs they clumsily help me stand. I'm shaky but I can do it. Craig leads them to our room. His room, I guess. I'm just property now.
I'm naked. There's a welt on my back and my ass is just a mass of welts. I'm at the tale end of a sobbing fit. I'm caged. And everyone on our floor is lined up against the walls watching as I stumble to the room. For a second I remembered of Christ had to walk up a mountain after getting whipped and people jeered at him. But then I thought well, "I'm no Jesus. I'm just an outcast," and my inner slave boy trembled at the thought. A couple of them curse me out. Someone says I got what I deserved. A few of them spit on me while others laughed. By the time I got to the room, spit was dripping down my back. Once inside, Craig kicks the door shut and helps me get on my bed, face down. "Fuck, this isn't something I ever had to do for my brother!" he mumbles once I'm all set.
I feel like a slave being put away after being whipped. The reason doesn't matter.
Craig didn't say anything else to either Jason or Chuck. I thought he'd curse them out at least, but nothing. Nothing to me either; nothing to say to help me process what just happened. Nothing. Silence except for the sound of my weeping. Craig doesn't have to say anything to me because I'm saying it in my mind on my own. "This is what it's gonna be like if I keep playing this Master/slave game." The universe just arranged for this to happen so I'll know. Or maybe it really was God telling me to clean up my act. Or God just watching me without judging me, letting me be.
Fine. I'm not going to try to figure out anything about God. Besides, this is not the time to decide what I want. But I do decide I'm going to talk to Larry about it. Soon as I can sit down without wincing.
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