I called Danny a couple days later to ask if I could get any work at the bar either as a waiter or even janitor. I really have to find a source of income since I'm not going back to school, at least not now. "I really don't think it would be good for you to be working here. That will change your relationship with the place and your relationship with everyone else as well. No. You need some work outside the world of gay bars. Nothing fancy, mind you. Something simply. Something you could think of as slave labor. Give it some thought and see what you come up with."
I knew right then and there what I'd want to do. House boy, pool boy, lawn boy, stuff like that. Slave labor. I like those words. So, impulsive as ever, I made a little investment and put an ad in the local bargain newspaper offering myself as a "houseboy."
The day it came out I got four calls! One was an old lady who needed some cleaning done. I ruled that out. No women. A second guy sounded really nasty and wanted to know why I couldn't do anything any better than girls' work. I just hung up. The third was a man who needed regular service, once a week perhaps. I made an appointment to meet him and find out what he needed me to do.
And the fourth call, holy shit! was DANNY!!!!! "I knew this was your number, brat!" We both cracked up. "I was gonna suggest this might be a possibility, and shit, kid, we could put word out that you work as a "naked houseboy."
"Sounds like I'd be a kind of prostitute: Hey, sir, I'll clean your dishes then clean your pipes!"
"Well, why not, faggot? Perfect for you. We'll have to think up some kind of code word that someone can use when they contact you so you know this is a naked job. Oh, and by the way, let's get serious for a minute: are you any good at it, cleaning houses? If you suck at it then it's not gonna work."
"Nah. I'm pretty meticulous about myself. You've seen my rooms."
"Sure. That's right. Okay, let me work on it. Although I just realized something: You are so much a slave that anyone with Dom tendencies will pick up on it right away. Just keep thinking of yourself as a sub and then let him take it from there. Don't forget, you're applying to work for him, so he has a right to make whatever demands he wants and then do see if you follow through on them. So when are you going to see that other guy you made contact with?"
"Tomorrow morning early."
"Well good luck. I can't wait to see what happens."
. . .
The whole house smells a little musty, That's to be surprised, I guess, because there are piles of books everywhere. Besides that, the guy smokes a pipe and I have to say that the odor is quite pleasant. So musty books and pipe smoke. No wonder all the walls look a little dingy.
He's a nice guy, older than I suspected from his voice, and he, too, is a little musty. A wiry grandfather, spectacles included, and he's got a musty-looking white t-shirt on so I can see the sinews in his arms. This guy might be some kind of bookworm, but I have to say that he's no wimp. He's done heavy work somehow. I just hope he doesn't want me to do any heavy lifting. Not my thing.
Mr. Edwards is his name. Friendly smile and when he shakes my hand he puts his other hand on my shoulder and I can tell he's checking me out. Hmmmm... I remember what Danny told me so I keep my eyes lowered as much as I possibly can. He's got this awesome dog as well. Looks like a golden. Affectionate as hell. Slobbered all over me the second I knelt down on the floor to say hello. Made me giggle and when I started petting it, we became best friends for life.
After loving on the dog for a while—Perkins is its name—I realize that Mr. Edwards is standing back watching the two of us.
Sub Protocols: Rules for bois. Number 37: If a Dom has a friendly dog, the sub must always get down on the floor with it, for pets are superior to subs.
"Well I have to say I'm pleased about two things," he tells me.
"First, that Perkins approves of you, because that's very important. This boy is a great judge of character so the way he took to you like he'd known you all his life means a lot. It also means that he sees you a completely safe. No threat at all in you."
"Another thing about Perkins is that he most definitely has a dominant personality. If he felt you were an Alpha, he'd be very wary of you." "So that's both things?"
"Oh no. I guess there's a third as well, come to think of it. Now listen, son, I may be way out of line so please don't be offended if I'm calling this completely wrong, but it seems to me, just from your body language and general demeaner, that you have rather submissive qualities. Am I way off the mark?"
No sense playing games with this man. "No, Sir, you've got my number pretty well. Yes, I'm a sub."
"for women or men?"
Well, that was blunt. "Only for men, Sir."
"I see. Well this is all quite interesting. I couldn't help but notice that lovely necklace you're sporting. It seems to me that it might be saying more than most people would understand when they see it."
Is this fucking guy for real? I just smile shyly, sure to keep my eyes fixed on the floor.
"Just so we understand one another. What do you consider yourself to be? sub? servant? slave?"
"Heading towards slave, Sir, to be honest."
"Well, what a nice coincidence. A slave. You certainly have that look on your face. A face that's shed tears many times. Am I correct, boy?" "Yes, Sir. I've been told that my face is beautiful when there are tears running down my cheeks."
"And what does it take to put those tears there, boy?"
"Anything that hurts, sir. I'm quite the crybaby, so I've been told."
"Let's get down to business for a minute. This is what I'll expect, boy. You can see that this place is a holy mess. and I'm not expecting you to spruce it up or turn it into something beautiful. Basic dusting, cleaning, bathroom, change the sheets, laundry, kitchen. Considering what you've revealed about yourself, I'll expect you to work naked. And you can expect to be spanked from time to time, not because your work isn't good enough but simply because slaves need regular spanking. I'm sure you've already discovered that. Am I wrong, boy?"
"No, Sir. I'm learning to accept that it's part of being a slave."
"Oh by the way, There's a boy down the block who stops by to walk Perkins twice a day. You'll need to stay out of sight when he drops by. He's only a high school lad. Don't want to frighten him or have him spread stories around the neighborhood if he sees that you're naked."
"Good idea, Sir. Do you know what times he stops by?"
"It varies. He'll always ring the doorbell so you'll have time to stay low. You'll know long before he rings the bell because Perkins goes nuts when he knows Timmy—that's his name---is nearby. Now I have another question: "I can't help but notice a certain stiffness in you at times. Might I ask if you're sore from something?"
"Yes, Sir. quite sore, as a matter of fact. Got worked over extensively the other night and I'm not completely recovered yet."
"Masochist?"
"No, Sir. A sadist punished me."
"I mean YOU'RE a masochist, boy."
"You could say that, Sir."
"Where were you struck?"
"To be honest, Mr. Edwards, everywhere. It was the most intense ever."
"I see. Will you go back to that individual again?"
"Probably, Sir. He said he wouldn't be as rough on me all the time. But this was something special, what he called a punishment."
Sub Protocols: Rules for bois. Number 49: A sub always goes back for more rough treatment, provided its safewords were respected the first time.
"I won't ask what you were punished for if the beating were that severe."
"thank you, Sir."
"What makes you most feel like a slave, if I may ask?"
"When I do something or behave a certain way because I'm afraid of being punished. That's when I realize someone is breaking me in."
"Does that happen often?"
"Not really, Sir. It was just the other day after I got a rough thrashing. then he ordered me to do something I didn't really want to do, but I just obeyed him so he wouldn't hit me any more."
"Ah. You obeyed out of fear of being punished."
"Yes, Sir. Must sound kind of sick to you?"
"Not at all. Just not something I've been exposed to much."
"So tell me. Did you freely consent to what happened?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Although for a bit I would supposed you'd have to suspend belief." "What do you mean, Sir?"
"How can I put it? Um...you had to pretend you weren't pretending. You had to pretend that it was actually real, that you're a true slave and he had all the power over you."
"Sir, I'm learning to think that way at times."
"Strip now, boy. I want to see the extent of the beating you received. You say you're a slave. So obey me, boy."
"Yes, Sir." I strip off my clothing then put my hands behind my head and stand there for inspection. He looks me over and touches me in a couple places that cause me to whimper a bit because they're still sore.
"I'm impressed that someone is that powerful that he could do such a thing to you."
"Yes, Sir. and sorry if I seem contrary, but we weren't pretending at all. It was real, Sir. Very real. Humiliating as well."
"Why was it humiliating"
"Because he didn't tie me down but chained me up and I could move around to avoid the lashes so he had me scampering around and crying out all over the place."
"I assume you learned your lesson then."
"Yes, Sir."
"I'll keep that in mind. I'm not all that much of a sadist, but I do realize that a few slaps here and there will keep you in the proper mindset. I want you very aware that you're laboring here as a slave. I have no sexual interest in you whatsoever. I told you what I want you to do and that you'll always be naked here. That's enough."
"Yes, Sir."
"you may get dressed again now, boy."
"Yes, Sir. thank you."
"Do you need to be motivated by fear of punishment?"
"Not really, Sir. One of my older friends suggested I hire myself out for this kind of work because it is a good occupation for a sub like me, a good way to earn my keep."
Sub Protocols: Rules for bois. Number 89: Humble and Menial work is always appropriate for a slave no matter what its educational background. It is essential for highly-educated slaves.
"And to keep you humbled, I'm sure. Good slaveboy labor. I may in fact have a couple friends who would be interested in using you, friends who would probably want you naked as well. So anyway. It's settled. I'd like you here bright and early on Friday morning."
"Yes, Sir. Um, what do you consider "bright and early?"
"Nothing drastic. 8 am will do fine."
"Yes. Sir. I'll be here Friday at 8 am. "
"Excellent. And you can leave your clothing in the little alcove to the right of the door. I will expect you to be barefoot as well."
"yes, Sir. And thank you for considering me for this job."
"I think we will be mutually beneficial to each other, boy. Do you mind that I keep calling you boy?"
"Not at all Sir. I've been called a lot less by others."
He chuckles. "I'm sure you have. And I'm sure you like the names they call you."
I blush and make my exit. As soon as I can, I call Danny to tell him about what happened. "You were right, Danny. He read me very quickly. He wants me naked when I work for him."
"Perfect. You see? You could never work naked at the bar. This is so much better for you."
"Yes, it is. And he might slap me around from time to time, he said."
"Excellent. Oh by the way, Ron gave me a call. I probably shouldn't tell you this, but I've promised myself there will be no secrets between us. The reason Ron called me was that he was wondering if you were open to being permanently claimed."
"Oh. What did you tell him?"
"Definitely not."
"Thanks, Danny. I can't be sure yet, but maybe he's the type who will become my owner if I ever decide I'm ready for something like that."
"Listen, Greg, that has to be a long way off. A couple years at least. You're too young for that. Besides, you need a lot more experience before you'd be sure that's what you want. Shit. You've already got four men who've been subjugating you. that's a lot for less than a month active. You're a real slut, baby. A faggot slut. Enjoy everything while you can, even the parts that aren't all that enjoyable. There will always been parts you hate."
"don't I know it! Ron made me sleep in a cage!"
"Oh, poor baby. Gives me an idea. Maybe some night we could put you on display in a cage here."
"um, yellow." Danny cracks up. "Okay, brat. And oh yeah, one more thing. Ron wants to bring you to the Cellblock this weekend for that shindig."
"Duke already said he was taking me. Remember? In fact, you thought it was a good idea."
"It still is, I guess. Better you have Duke looking out for you. Ron will be there. If he wants you, he'll certainly take what he wants."
"ulp."
"don't worry. I told Ron you've already got someone who's bringing you."
"What a weekend. And I'm going to work for Mr. Edwards on Friday morning."
"I'm so happy for you, dear. Hey, I have to get going now. Will you be around between now and Friday?"
"not sure yet. I also need to spend some time with the folks before they make the big move."
"When is that?"
"Two weeks from now."
"Okay. Hey, really gotta run. Take care." He hangs up.
That's all until next time.
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