When I got back to the room, the carpet had been installed, and I love it. The color, the soft texture, I'm going to enjoy spending all my time down on it, my naked flesh caressed by the carpet. Damn, look at what Craig just did for me! Fixing things so that I enjoy obeying his rule about always being off my feet. He finds so many ways of showing his love for me that make being his slave such a wonderful thing. Damn, Danny or Jeffrey could never match this.
And even with all this, there's a bit of a weight on me because I know he's going to punish me because Larry's asking him to because I "got out of hand" as he put it during our session this afternoon. As usual I get a hit of fear and excitement from it all, Besides that, just the fact that I get punished for things unlike most guys in this school, that Craig will even punish me if someone else asks him to because of something I did with them.
But wait, that's not completely true. It's just Larry. Any other guy who was over me would simply punish me himself, and sometimes even worse than Craig would do. I'm just a dumb kid who gets knocked around a lot by all his betters, even the ones who are the same age as him.
When Craig comes in after his class I scamper over to him excitedly like some little puppy who's Master just came back home and try to kiss his sneakers but he keeps moving around to tease me and I keep going after him—really like a fucking puppy that needs training (!!!).
"so you like the rug, eh, boy?"
"yup, yup," I say, trying to imitate puppy-bark. Craig cracks up and ruffles my hair. I luxuriate in it. "All the Doms I know keep urging me to have all your hair shaved off, but I like your hair. I like looking at it. I like playing with it, I like holding on to your head by it sometimes. It gives me a lot of pleasure. And I know I can give you pleasure when I run my fingers though it. Nope. Not giving that up! If a slave had a good head of hair, that's all its Master's anyway, another possession to enjoy the same way I enjoy your nipples and your balls and your pretty asshole. All mine, boy, all mine."
And with that, he pulls on it a bit. And I purr. "So Larry told me what you did. I do intend to punish you because Larry wants you to be punished for it, but between you and me, I think he's getting a little carried away. Who the fuck were you supposed to know you couldn't ask questions about his own life? So he sets a boundary. Fine. You're smart enough to know not to do it again. But a punishable offense? Not sure I agree. And just to make sure you understand, I want you to realize that you can ask me anything at all, baby. This is a relationship we have here. Sure, you're my slave and I love to see those pretty lips around my cock or down kissing my feet, and I love seeing tears on your face and what you look like when your face breaks and you start crying, and how you look up at me when I'm making you drink my piss with eyes that have hurt in them even while they're worshipping me and surrendering to me the way you really don't like having to do—I get that, boy. But you're a slave. I'm the Master. You live by my rules and my expectations, and you need my permission for just about everything. You're no longer allowed to have money or possessions, and I can give you to anyone I want so they can use you for a while."
"Sure, all that is true and will never change. But you're also my boyfriend, Q. My boyfriend. I'm in love with you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Every time I look at your face I fall in love with you all over again and I'm the luckiest guy in the whole world because you let me love you and because you love me. Maybe that's crazy, but it's my crazy, baby. And yours as well. Now wait for me to strip down then we'll go shower together. I wanna watch you in the shower, and get yourself good and soapy, sweetheart."
So Craig takes off his clothes and throws them on the floor for me to take care of. I thought he might make me lick his sweaty feet but he doesn't do that too often. Besides, we're gonna go shower and I'm sure I'll get to worship his feet afterwards. He really gets into that now. I love it when he wiggles his toes at me so I can get them in my mouth one by one then lick between them too. Oh man, so fucking hot! As far as I'm concerned, there's nothing humiliating about that at all anymore. It's an act of love, me making love to my boyfriend in a way that gives him pleasure and in a way that I'm coming to enjoy more and more. My adorable boyfriend.
We're the only ones in the shower right now so its really nice. "Go ahead, boy. Get soapy. I wanna watch. And don't rinse it off for a while. No one's here. We can take our time. In fact, turn the water off and do it first. Then I'll let you rinse it off."
This is a fun game. Fuck, it's pleasurable to soap myself up all over, rubbing my flesh all over while Craig watches me do it and he's got this sexy smile on his face. This is so damn sexy. I can't wait for the day when we just live together and I could do this for him all the time.
He comes over to me. "Okay. Close your eyes and rinse yourself off. I'll turn the water on." This is a little strange, I don't YYYOE4UUWWWWWWWWWW!!!!! COLD WATER!!!
Craig starts laughing. "This is your punishment, Q, for upsetting Larry. Rinse yourself off everywhere."
FUCK! Damn. I'd rather get spanked! I move around like crazy trying to get the soap off me. The worst is when it runs down my back. YEOW.
But then, the water gets warmer. Craig has taken pity on me. My punishment is over, I hope. So I get to finish my shower and let the water take away the chill that had gotten into me. Thank you, Craig. I love you, Master. Ah.
When we get back to the room I'm still a little damp as usual because I had to dry myself off with Craig's towel after he used it. Nothing new about that, but I don't mind being damp too much. But then Craig surprised me with something else: a clean unused towel—not only that, but he dries me off all over himself, everywhere, and it begins an awesome make-out-while-cuddling period of time. Part of the "cuddling" involved him warming up my ass with a wooden spoon he got his hands on. That damn thing really bites! But he went pretty easy on me. I didn't even get any tears.
When we're in the Caff for supper, Austin stops by again and eats with us. He chuckles when he sees I have two of those little milk cartons on my tray. "What? No milkshake tonight? Did they run out of ice cream?"
"It usually gets milk. The milkshake was a treat this afternoon." Don't want the boy gaining weight. I like its flat tummy." My tummy responds to Craig calling me "it" in front of Austin. But that's right: Austin is a Dom.
"Listen, I spoke to Heinrich. We're all set for Saturday if you can make it."
"We can. Sounds good, Austin. When and where?"
"Heinrich will send a limo. Best place in the area. Formal, though:. Three-piece suits for the men. Q can be dressed like a preppy college boy. Shouldn't speak much unless asked a question by one of us. The limo will pick you up at 6. After dinner, we're going to a club Heinrich belongs to—very exclusive, very kinky. We can strip the boy on the way there and keep it naked for the rest of the night. You can watch or participate, whatever you want. Heinrich is reserving a special room in the club for us to use."
"This is incredible," says Craig. "Thanks for arranging all this. It's far beyond anything we'd ever expect. Shit! I've never even been in a limo," he admits.
"There's a first time for everything, my man. We'll have a great time. So will the boy." Again "the boy" is talked about but never spoken to. I'm just an object.
"I'm glad you added that. It's always important to me that we all have a good time, including the slave. It's part of my training technique, to make sure the slave enjoys being my slave. It's good for motivation and also it gives me even more control over it because I'm training it to consent to everything I want. Except for being punished, I should add. If the slave enjoys being punished it's not really punishment. Right, boy?"
I'm surprised. "Yes, Master. The idea that I'm subject to punishment is a turn-on, sure, but when it's actually happening? No fun at all." And of course I'm thinking of the cold shower before.
"Damn, I like the way you're teaching it to think," says Austin. "the idea and the reality are two different things. Well then I'm sure that you're already getting turned on by the idea that we're gonna mess around with you and bully you with your hands bound behind your back and your naked cock out of its cage and available to be slapped around and your balls beat. Is that the way it is, slave?"
I'm kind of shocked that he's speaking directly to me. Somehow things have shifted a bit. "Yes, Sir, very true. A little afraid, but . . . ."
"but that doesn't matter," interjects Craig. "you know it will all be okay, baby." And now he actually is babying me, like getting a little boy ready to get a shot at the doctor's. Fuck this wrecks any sense of manhood I could possible have!
I'm fucking flabbergasted! Damn, I'm really getting a charge out of the way Austin takes control of a lot of things and how Craig is going along with it. Austin is super-Alpha, more so than Craig. But, of course, he's somewhat older and a lot more experienced. I wonder what this guy Heinrich is like besides filthy loaded. Limo? Club? Private room? Shit! I'm in for it. (Goody, goody!) Yes. Austin is right!
And then . . . and then . . . AND THEN Craig invites Austin to come back to our room for a while as soon as we're done eating. When we get back there, Austin asks to strip me himself, says he really gets into being the one to unveil a slaveboy's flesh a little at a time. And we were dressed warmly because it's kind of cold outside tonight. So off comes the sweater then Austin runs his hands all over me checking out the feeling of my body under my shirt. My mind pops right back to imagining I'm being inspected at the slave market by a potential buyer who's meticulously examining my body in many different ways, even feeling the muscles in my arms (which aren't anything to speak of, actually). Button by button he opens up my shirt then checks out my chest with his hands just on my t-shirt and his thumbs rubbing over my nipples which he discovers are already good and sore!
He gets my shirt off and checks me all over for marks. "Don't usually hit it above the waist?"
"Mostly not," says Craig, but sometimes. Nothing too severe yet, but I've already told this faggot that some day soon a strap will be laid across its back."
"And front?" asks Austin
"Not sure. Again, I think it's something I'm gonna have to learn about."
Austin smiles. "Any time, dude, any time. Hey, It's good. We'll show you all sorts of interesting ways to toy with these faggots."
First use of the F word. Good. Beat me down, why don't you? He opens the button on my jeans. "Slowly pull down the zipper, faggot. Let me watch what you reveal."
There's noting to reveal except for smooth shaved flesh where men have pubic hair. Freshly shaved, actually, a couple nights ago. He watches then comes and lays aside both sides of my jeans now that the zipper's open. And then, quickly, he looks at me and says, "Get those fucking jeans down, faggot, and get down on the floor where you belong."
He can tell by the way I'm breathing just now deeply that all pierced me, his words like daggers and don't draw blood but draw pride out of me, what tiny bit is left.
"Now put your face to the ground and show me your hole, faggot."
Fuck. wow. I even reach back and spread my cheeks without being told to. I display myself like that boy on sale in the market. For some reason I'm hoping this man will buy me. there's something about him that makes me glad I'm a slave. he's bringing out the slut in me, that's for sure.
He keeps me posing like that for a long time. A really long time. My hole has never been exposed to the air this way for such a long time. I'm very aware of the air touching it, and how much I just want to let go of my cheeks and let it go hide away again but I know that if I do that, I'll probably get hit. Hard.
"Do others get to fuck it?" Austin asks Craig.
"Yes. It only lost its virginity last semester. I remember when."
"You're the one who took it?"
"no. someone else the kid had been fooling around with."
Austin lets me let go of my ass and turn around, finally. "It does something to a boy when it's made to display its hole like that," he says to Craig. Goddammit, he's right! It did do something to me. I've never felt more like a slut than when he just made me do that. Imagine the shame of a captive soldier sold into slavery and being trained to display itself that way, and how it would refuse, and how they would have to persuade it to surrender itself that way by using whips and sticks until at last it begs for mercy and endures the terrible shame. Not only that, but at some point this captive realizes that those looking at his hole are planning to penetrate it and turn it into a sex organ meant to give pleasure to those who have conquered it.
I'm lost in an erotic daydream when all of a sudden Craig slaps my face. He knows I was off somewhere. "Come back here!" he orders me, punctuating it with yet another slap. "My friend is saying something to you and you're off in outer space."
"I'm sorry, Master," I tell Craig, then also bow to Austin, "I'm sorry, Sir."
"I was telling you that when we get together I'll have your cage removed and you'll be displaying yourself to me and my roommate in all your naked glory. The only part of your flesh that will be covered is the part of your neck underneath the collar your Master has locked you in."
"Please, Sir, please enjoy looking at me completely naked. Please use me and enjoy me however you wish. Please, Sir, break me in to please you the way you want."
Austin chuckles and turns to Craig. "I see it's picked up the jargon. Must read a lot of hot fiction."
"Always," says Craig. "In fact, I think I'm gonna start making it read those stories to me."
"Goddam, I like the way you think. Well, Craig, I have to get back. Have a paper due tomorrow and I'm only halfway done with it."
"Do you want it to suck you off before you go?" asks Craig, offering my mouth to him because he can.
"I'll wait until Saturday," he replies, "but thanks for the offer."
Craig shows him out. The two of them stand in the hallway talking but I can't hear what they're saying. I wonder what else they're cooking up. All I know is that as soon as Craig came back in he ordered me to lube myself up so he could fuck me. Then he had me on my back holding my legs up while he stood there just looking at my hole.
"I like to share that hole with others, faggot, but you know that I'm the one who fucking owns it."
"Please fuck it, Master. Please take me, baby."
And Craig doesn't just fuck me. He makes love to me. I'm the luckiest slaveboy in the world.
THAT'S THE END OF THIS CHAPTER
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