Wow. We're not the only ones entering the establishment at that time, but I was the only naked boy. That doesn't mean that some of the others will also end up naked, but there is absolutely no doubt about me and I realize I'm simply not allowed to have even the pretension of walking in there clothed. Not me. Everyone can see that I'm nothing but a slave and will never be more than that.
Jack struts in like he owns the place. An older man in a copper jacked with an E on the lapel comes right over to greet him. "Jake, my good man, so nice to see you. And what is this you've brought us tonight? Step out here, boy, hands behind your head. Let us get a good look at you!" Jack pushes me into the center. "Turn around. Show him your ass." And I'm a nude slave being inspected at the market.
"May I ask its status? Have you acquired it? Trying it out?"
"Evander, I could never put one over on you. No, this is a new one my friends and I are breaking in. I'm here to get its first boots, and maybe a couple other things as well."
So this guy's name is Evander. I'll have to keep that in mind.
"I see. A highly symbolic event for a recent acquisition. Are you sure it's capable of handling what it means?
"I'm doing this with the urging of three other Doms who have sampled this boy and explored its potential. I will make a worthy slave. It is to be trained and disciplined by several of us. I've been given the honor of getting it booted."
Evander looks down at my bare feet, a little dirty from the parking lot. "It will need a quick cleanse and then some socks to wear."
"of course. Whatever is needed."
Evander summons a young man about my age, dressed in an E sweatshirt and jeans. "The boy walked barefoot through the parking lot. It's on its way to get boots. Would you take in the back where it can wash its feet please, Johann?
The young man nods to Evander and gestures for me to follow him. He takes me to a small room and has me sit. Soon he brings a large bowl of warm soapy water. He actually kneels before me and gently washes my feet with a soft cloth. I am nonplussed at the sight of a man my own age kneeling before me, tending to my feet. He smiles up at me. "This might be the only time in your life when another boy tends to you. Enjoy it while you can, slave. Later you will have the opportunity to thank me properly when you will bathe my feet. With your tongue."
He gives me a large towel and tells me to dry my feet. then he brings me back to the area of the store devoted to footwear. Jack is already looking over the boots until he finally picks the ones he wants. Evander brings a package of heavy grey woolen socks, "perfect for boots!" the package says.
"Get down on the floor. Hold up one of your feet so it can be measured." That completed, E throws me a pair of socks. I'm a little daze until Jack brings me out of it with a slap to the face. "Put the fucking things on, faggot!" I have no name here but "faggot." Nothing else about me or how I have come to be a slave is provided. I'm simply not that interesting, I guess. Jack attracts a bit of attention, but only for a short time. Apparently things like this happen all the time here. When I have a chance to look around I see three other nude boys, so I know I'm not just being used as a spectacle for Jack's own pleasure.
I sit up straight. This is the easiest way for me to put those socks on. Once that's done, I'm ordered to stand, hands behind head. My feet are put into one boot then the other one, and I'm ordered to walk back and forth the length of the store. "I know they'll be uncomfortable for a while, but there can't be any chafing. Is there?"
"No, Sir. Fit fine."
"Who gave you those boots, slave?"
"You, Master Jack."
"Remember that every time you wear them."
"I won't, Sir."
Jack is still for a bit, rubbing his chin. "Something else on your mind, Jack," asks E. "Yes. A couple things in fact. Would you pardon me while I go make a couple calls to consult with the other men who've been handling this slave."
"Our pleasure. In fact, I'll put it to work. It can its gratitude to Johann for bathing its feet." He nods to Johann who leads me back to the same room we were in before. This time Johann is seated while I kneel before him and remove his footgear. "Now you can bathe my feet, faggot, with your tongue." And so, the order of things is once again set right. I lose myself in the task that slaves like me do so often. When he's satisfied that I'm sufficiently humbled, he stands up and drops his pants. He's uncut. I've never serviced an uncut dick.
"Never saw a foreskin before, kid?"
"no, Sir."
"It'll pull back when you get me hard. Start licking my balls and you'll find out."
And I lick. And he gets hard. And then his cock looks just like all the others except his head is a darker purple and he gasps the second I lick it. "When a guy is uncut, the head is extremely sensitive. Always handle it as gently as possible. Never just jump over it." And so I get yet another lesson in cocksucking. Also I can't believe how much bigger his dick is when it's hard. More than I can swallow so I hope he won't expect me to.
"Make tender, gentle love to it, boy. Make me believe you're in love with me."
Fuck. This is hard for me. I haven't been in love yet. Not really. Not sure I have it in me. But I do know this: I worship the D. I can easily worship Johann's uncut German dick for the beautiful dick it is. I can make it feel as if I'm pledging my life to it. (You see, I'm practicing for the day when it will happen for real.)
Johann makes the sweetest sounds as he reacts to the waves of pleasure that must be going through him. I have to wonder if this happens to him often, or is it just how humble Jack is portraying me? Eventually he takes over and fucks my face. His cock swells with pleasure when it makes me gag. "That's right, faggot. Gag on cock. That's what you're meant for." He takes his time, occasionally ordering me how to use my tongue to increase his pleasure. He cums on my face and then rubs it in as if it's an ointment. I'm to have my face covered with his cum for the rest of the time I'm here. He makes sure the rest of the staff knows this. Apparently it increases his stature to have marked me this way.
I was able to lick the head of his dick clean before he backed off and pushed me off it. "Much too sensitive now."
I guess this is a good thing. I've heard that uncut men experience more pleasure, but I'll never know for sure. Shit! Duke made it clear to me last night when he talked me down when I was about to have an orgasm. Again I wept from the frustration of not being able to have the release I wanted so badly. I just have to stop wanting one so much. Easier said than done.
Someone raps on the door. "Go" says Johann, opening the door so I can crawl out. It's weird crawling with boots on. Jack and Evander are talking about something. We all go into another showroom. "Stand up, hands behind head, legs well spread."
Evander comes close and leans down inspecting my soft little dick, getting fascinated with its size for some reason. He goes in the back for a while and them comes out with some metal and wire thing and holy fucking shit, I know what that is. A chastity cage. Alfuckingready?
Evander shows Jack how to put it on me. He takes it off completely and has Jack do it himself and meanwhile, my dick is getting a little bigger. Too late. Jack gets that fucking cage around my dick and it pushes it back into its softer size. "There!" says Jack, satisfied. "That is how it will stay from now on. We all agreed. It's time. No more selfish pleasure for you, slaveboy. We want you neutered from now on."
Sub Protocols: Rules for bois. Number 4: Only a Superior can cage a sub.
Number 4b: An unowned caged sub holds the keys to its cage.
Number 4c: A sub never uncages itself but must beg a Superior to remove it. ###
Fuck. Should I thank him for locking me up like this? I just close my eyes, drop my head and breathe very slowly. They're truly turning me into a slave. I know it's only a label. But look what's happened over the past few weeks.
"You know," Jack says to E, "it would be good for this sub to be collared, but I'd want something that would never have to come off, that could be worn as a piece of jewelry for those who don't know it's actually a boy's slave collar."
"There's a lot of demand for this. Some subs just buy their own if they're independent enough and make money in their other lives. Which would you prefer? silver, gold, or pewter?"
"Silver"
A couple minutes later it's around my neck, not too tight, just an ordinary simple silver necklace with no apparent locking mechanism in back. It's like it was built around me and now I'm trapped in it.
"One further thing," Jack says. "It's required to wear underwear for a job it's doing tonight."
"Say no more," chuckles Evander. "We've thought of everything. Would you prefer black, white, or grey?" He uses a tape measure on my waist and manages to jiggle the fucking cage a bit along the way. I "ulp!" Evander chuckles.
Soon I've been outfitted with a black boxer-brief type thing and holds things in pretty tight—my balls as well. I have to wear this tonight. Shit! Another reminder that I'm like some toy and these guys are equipping me in the most humiliating way possible.
Jack makes me remove the briefs before we leave to go home. He wants everyone who sees me to know I'm a caged sub. Someone is controlling my chastity. He parades me proudly before three men who are on their way in from the parking lot. One of them gives Jack a "thumbs up."
I'm an object to be displayed, a Master's work of art. Why am I so willingly surrendering to my fate?
Sub Protocols: Rules for bois. Number 122: A true sub thrives under conditions of subjugation and humiliation. You'll see this in the sub's eyes.
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