I'm making Mr. Edward's bed the next morning when the doorbell rings.
"That's a friend. You can answer it naked," he calls out to me. This always fills me with a bit of erotic nervousness. I'm going to open the door for someone I don't know, and Ill be naked when I do it. I figure that if he's Mr. Edward's friend, he's no spring chicken.
As it turns out, he's a lot more of a buzzard than a chicken and it seems he takes an instant dislike to me. As soon as I open the door for him he starts in on me. "Hasn't anyone taught you how to open the door, boy?"
"No one's said anything specific about it, Sir. Sorry, Sir."
He makes a face. Buzzard, to be sure. Hooked nose, too. "Step away from the door and I'll show you, boy."
I do what he asks. He takes hold of the door as if he's opening it and then performs a sweeping bow with his arm extended. "This is how, now. "Now come here and show me it you're smart enough to do what I just showed you. I'll go outside and ring the bell again. Let me see you open like a well-mannered slaveboy."
He does. All the way outside. He rings the bell, I count to ten just for spite, then take hold of the doorknob and open it, bent far over just the way he showed me.
He walks in, laying his hand on the back of my head holding me down much longer than I needed to be down there. He pushes down. Soon enough, I've fallen to the floor. "That's right. On your knees. then lean that face over and kiss the ground before I walk on it."
"Oh, you're hear, Conrad. I was confused. I thought I'd hear the bell twice," says Mr. Edwards.
"you did. I took it upon myself to teach this brat some manners. Still needs work though. Awkward gestures. You can get up again, faggot. Make sure you practice getting up and down like you're a trained dancer. Always do whatever you must to do look attractive for your superiors. That's why you're kept naked, so we have something pleasant to look at. Go now, boy. Go do what your Master told you to do for him."
Heavy words from someone who just discovered me. Faggot, Master, brat, awkward. I don't think I'd want to work for this guy.
Mr. Edwards calls me into the kitchen to make tea for him and his guest. I'm very much aware of how naked I am. This Conrad guy is not the least bit shy about taking liberties with my body while he looks me over. At one point he grabs hold of my cage and jiggles it and fuck, that hurts. I let out a quick yelp than stifle myself.
"Can you take that thing off the boy?" He asks Mr. E. "I'd always prefer to see the boy's sex. I think it can hide behind a cage."
"I don't have the keys," explains Mr. E.
"do you, boy?"
"Yes, Sir. I have keys at home.
"Then take the damn cage off when you come to serve me."
"With all due respects, Sir, I'm not allowed to remove the cage. A Superior has to do it."
"Then you'll bring that key with you when you come to serve me.
"Yes, Sir," I say, fully intending that I `m not going to be alone with this man, not how demeaning he might be. Toxic Toxic Toxic.
Sub Protocols: Rules for bois. Number 61: Subs may be subject to verbal abuse. Number 61b: When a Dom is particularly toxic, a sub can use a safe word without risking punishment..
As soon as I get away, I go down to the laundry room and wonder how long I can hide down here before Mr. Edwards gets pissed at me. Finally I resolve myself and go back upstairs, hastening to put Mr. Edward's clean things away in his room.
When I come back into the room where they are, Conrad is telling Mr. Edwards why he'd prefer his houseboy be uncaged. "don't forget to bring that key when you report to me, boy," he says. "I'll enjoy watching how your dick sways when you're at work." Fuck! I can't deny that I just got turned on by what he said to me.
"What happens if you're displeased with the boy's work? You allowed to discipline him?"
"I arranged in advance what I would do and what I wouldn't do. I don't know if this is standard procedure or not. I never tried hiring a slave as my houseboy before. I suppose things should be up front."
Makes sense. I think the same thing. Nonetheless, I don't know how much weight my own opinions would carry. After all, there is a rule which protects me.
Sub Protocols: Rules for bois. Number 123: Matters of discipline or punishment must be disclosed when negotiating an encounter when D and s haven't met before.
Conrad turns to me and snaps a finger to get my attention: "I'll be plenty up front. Expect a thrashing if you fail to please me in every way."
I have to fight every impulse not to sass this guy. I just keep hoping he's not going to try to pin me down to a specific date and time. I especially don't want to have to do that in front of Mr. Edwards. He's been perfectly up front with me. However, just as this thought is going through my mind I'm shocked when he slaps me across the face and it's not gentle at all.
A tear appears in my eye but I force myself to keep my eyes down. "I slapped you for what you were thinking, boy. Your face gave you away."
"I'm sorry for thinking that way, Sir. Please forgive me."
"You probably can't control your thinking, boy. None of us can. However, you have got to control your reactions, no matter what a situation may offer. something you're going to have to practice. If we get any time after your work is done, perhaps I'll coach you a bit."
"Please, Sir. I appreciate anything that will help me be a better slave."
"Sub, boy. Not slave. This is true for subs as well as for slaves."
I just automatically said "slave" because I was feeling belittled by the fact that Mr. Edwards has just talked about coaching me. Especially since the other guy was still standing around watching our conversation.
"Well I'm glad to see that at least you have the presence of mind to slap the boy around. It's getting off easy with you. I can see I'm going to have my hands full whipping this boy into shape."
It's at moments like these when I really do wish I belonged to a Master who'd be willing to protect me from people who think like him. Besides that, I'll bet he's all talk and no action. I'll bet he never had a naked boy to abuse just for the sheer fun of it. I find myself wondering whether or not guys like him will be at the Cellblock tomorrow night. I'm glad I'll be with Duke. He's a big guy. He'll take shit from no one, even though he's a pussycat with me.
Finally, Conrad leaves. I straighten up the kitchen. Actually I've got everything done he wanted.
I go to his office to let him know all the work is finished.
"Excellent. Then come in here, boy. Kneel between my legs. Let me see if I can help you school your reactions to things."
I get down, my inner slave very curious indeed about what's going to happen to me now. "I'm going to do something to hurt you a little. Do not react. Ready?"
"Yes, Sir."
TWHAP! right across my face. I fight hard to hold back. The blow wasn't as hard as when he hit me before.
"I'm going to do it again."
I brace myself. "Right there, boy. Your facial expression changed when I told you I was going to hit you again."
"Yes, Sir. I guess I braced myself."
"Exactly. And that's what I'm getting at. By bracing yourself you automatically were choosing to resist what I wanted to do to you. You should have just stayed completely open. Defenseless. "Understand?"
"Yes, Sir. Guess so. Are you saying I should always hold myself loose when I know I'm gonna be hit?"
"Pretty much. Accept the pain, boy. Sure it will hurt. Let it. Your body exists for my pleasure. Even if that means giving you pain. that's your role as a slave. Most slaves get beaten far more than they had to because they simply keep fighting things off. I don't want you fighting. I want you open and willing to be mistreated just because that's always what faggots like you deserve."
"Yes, Sir. You make an awful amount of sense. thank you for helping train me."
"So now I AM gonna slap you. Hard."
I can feel the impulse to resist, sure, but dammit, I'm determined not to fight him off. Let me be his helpless victim. THWAP Goddam, that hurt hard.
"That was a lot better, boy. Now, one more thing. I suspect you are uncertain about agreeing to go serve my friend. don't be afraid to admit it."
"yes, Sir, I am."
"Are there any younger fellows taking you in hand? I thought I'd heard you refer to someone like that."
"yes, Sir. There are some."
"then ask for advice. I might be wrong, but it makes sense to me that you should have another Superior decide whether or not you're going to serve someone like him. Do not act as if you have the right to make your own decision. Much better you leave it to one of the men who are breaking you into this life. Get it, boy?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Splendid. Well then, boy, you're free to put on your things and go home. I've put an envelope with your pay on top or your sneakers. I have your phone number. I'll let you know when I want you here again."
"Thank you, Sir. And thank you for all your guidance."
I really like this guy. He's got a keen mind. I like the way he helped me sort all of this out. Sure, if it were my decision I would probably definitely say no to Conrad. Better if I have to go to him, it's because I'm obeying another Master's orders. True slave.
. . . . .
I got more and more nervous as the day dragged on Saturday. Damn. I know I had little to worry about. Danny told me that public spaces like that are ideal for people playing around with potentially dangerous stuff. That sure caught me up short, his turn of phrase "potentially dangerous stuff." Shit. That's true. Ron. Shit, what he could have done to me if he wanted to!
So anyway, I can see Danny's point. Damn, I'll always be grateful to him for taking an interest in me. I'd be lost without him. But now, as far as Conrad's concerned . . . . who should I talk to about him . . . . shit, I know who . . . Ron. After all, Ron isn't afraid to do the things he did to me, his "humiliating punishment" which I'll never forget. Ron can be really tough. But Ron can also be really sweet, as I got to find out the morning after he beat the living daylights out of me and didn't stop until I was sobbing.
So anyway, I give him a call. Tell him the entire story, everything that happened from the time I answered the door for him to the time he finally left and I breathed a sigh of relief. All the stuff. About making give him the key to my cage, to letting me know he' ll most likely find an excuse to thrash me, to his demeaning manner. Shit, I really feel like this guy just doesn't like me at all and has it in for me. This because more and more clear to me as I was telling Ron about him.
"Didn't you read the rule about subs not being liked? It wouldn't hurt for you to be with someone who doesn't adore you because you're such a faggot slut." (That felt good!) "so , I have a couple things to say. First, it's a great idea for you to be used that way. Good for attitude formation. Outside the bedroom you're nothing but a fucking domestic slave who's always naked. But that could also be dangerous, boy. Imagine the first guy you went to turned out to be Conrad but he put up a false face when you first met him?"
I'm thinking it over when he continues. "I'll tell you what, kid. Let us find you guys to serve. Take that fucking ad out of the paper. Just speaking for myself, I don't want you cleaning someone's dirty house in the nude if I don't know the person is safe---not easy on you—but someone who's not gonna wreck you. I'm sure once word is out you'll have plenty of ---what should we call them?---clients?"
"I'll talk around tonight. You might just find all your future bosses right at the Cellblock tonight. Also, do you think that Conrad guy will be there tonight?"
"Not sure, Sir."
"Well, point him out if he's there so we can observe him in action—not with you but with some other desperate faggot there. I just guess I'll have to hold off for a while and not claim you for myself until some other dudes have had a chance to contribute to your um, education. I'm looking forward to finding out how much I can mark you up without someone trying to step in to protect you."
I giggle nervously. "that's what Duke says he'll do if things get out of hand."
"Duke? Perfect! You mean cuddly Duke, right?"
"Yes, Sir, but in my humble opinion, Sir, you're the best cuddler of them all."
Ron laughs out loud.
"fuck! I promise you this, boy: if I manage to get my hands on you tonight, there isn't going to be any cuddling from me. Not unless I convince Duke to let me bring you home from there myself. But I'm gonna tell you this, faggot: You're gonna have to taste my piss tonight. Not drink it; just taste it. Keep that in mind. You might decide you want to hide from me after all, boy!"
"Um,.. yes, Sir. thanks for the warning. .. I guess."
Later on that afternoon I start wondering if I can handle it.
That's the end of this chapter.
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