I'm not sure how much further I am going to go with this one - it may be a one-off. It came to me more or less fully formed but is, sadly, completely a work of fantasy!
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When Scott and Louis got together, Scott's friends couldn't really see what he saw in the younger man. At 38, Scott ran his own clothing and accessories business, owned his own house in a good part of Brighton, was handsome and in the best shape of his life. Louis, on the other hand? Well, Louis was 26, a PhD student studying computer science, more or less a stereotypical nerd. Ginger, specs, 6'4" tall and skinny. And socially awkward, unlike the outgoing and charismatic Scott.
Some of Scott's friends, to be brutally honest, simply thought that Louis saw a meal ticket. Because it seemed that he moved into Scott's house in indecent haste. They had first met in Legends one Friday evening in August. Scott was outside having a beer with two of his friends whom he'd known since he moved to Brighton to do his MBA almost ten years ago. Louis was sitting at the bar with an older woman drinking cocktails. Louis wasn't even Scott's type - his last boyfriend had been that older guy Mark who had moved to the US and tried to persuade Scott to go with him.
Scott had gone up to the bar to get a round and his friends saw him speak briefly to the young ginger nerd. About an hour later, the nerd's friend had left and he was sitting alone at the bar nursing a gin and tonic and looking at his phone. Scott and his friends didn't pay any attention to him. Except that when Scott next went up to the bar, he had a longer conversation with the lanky lad. And when his friends suggested going for something to eat, Scott said he would stay and they saw him head inside and take up the bar stool next to the younger man as they left.
Nothing changed about Scott. He continued to be the affable, outgoing, sociable guy he'd always been. But he was now dating this guy Louis. Scott's friends weren't judging him, but Clive, his oldest and closest friend, did ask him what he saw in the introverted, shy and geeky younger man.
"I can't explain it, Clive," Scott had said, "he just seems to get me and we get on really well."
And then less than six weeks later, Scott announced to his surprised friends that Louis was moving in at the weekend. He saw the shocked and, in some cases, disapproving faces of his friends, but explained that Louis's rental had come to an end and rather than extend for a further year, they'd decided that he might as well move in now.
"I really don't know what it is that this Louis has, that Scott can see and we can't," Joey, another of Scott's circle of friends said, one evening not long after Louis had moved in.
"Me neither," Clive agreed, "he's a nice enough lad, and clearly super intelligent, but nothing like Scott's usual type. And while he is friendly enough, he doesn't make much of an effort when they're out either."
Scott's friends remained baffled. They'd have been even more surprised if they had been able to be flies on the wall in Scott's house. 7am on Monday morning. The alarm goes off and Louis stretches and yawns in the king-sized bed. Scott has already been up for two hours - his alarm goes off at 5. As Radio 3 comes on and Louis sits up in bed, Scott comes in with Louis's morning coffee and puts it on the bedside table. Louis is in his usual sleepwear - a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. Scott is naked. Scott kneels down beside the bed and puts his hands behind his head, interlocking his fingers. He's not quite naked, actually. Around his neck is locked a leather collar. He wears a thick stainless steel cockring and his balls are weighed down by a heavy stainless steel ball stretcher. A large stainless steel plug is stretching his anus.
Louis pushes the duvet back, sits on the edge of the bed and picks up his coffee with one hand and his phone with the other. Scott leans forward, extracts Louis's cock from the fly of his boxers and takes it into his mouth. As Louis scans his phone and drinks his coffee, he pisses into Scott's mouth, the strong acrid first piss of the day being drunk proficiently and silently. When the flow stops, Scott holds Louis's cock between his lips until Louis has finished drinking his coffee.
"Thank You for allowing your slave to drink Your piss, Master Louis, Sir," Scott says when Louis pulls away. He doesn't bother putting his cock away but, standing, he walks past Scott without acknowledging his presence except to call, as he enters the en suite bathroom,
"The black jeans, my green shirt and the dark grey pullover, boy."
As he hears the shower start, Scott makes the bed and gets out the clothes that his Owner requested, along with a pair of Calvin Klein trunks and a pair of expensive black silk socks. He lays the clothes on the bed and then takes Louis's cup from the bedside table. He checks that everything is tidy before he heads downstairs, and makes a small adjustment to the pair of pillows in the centre of the head of the bed. Scott hasn't slept in what used to be his king-sized bed since Louis moved in eight months ago. He sleeps on the floor beside it in case his Owner needs to use his urinal in the night, with a rough army surplus blanket and one pillow. These he put away in his cell as soon as he had woken.
Scott's cell is what used to be the large built-in wardrobe where he kept his clothes. What clothes he still owns are now kept in the hall cupboard downstairs. Louis oversaw Scott converting the wardrobe the first weekend that he moved in. Now it holds all the equipment that Louis has had Scott buy for his training - a range of buttplugs, several canes, a two-tailed and a three-tailed leather tawse, wooden and leather paddles, three set of nipple clamps of increasing viciousness, a ball gag, O-ring gag, phallus gag and a bit gag, a metal and a plastic chastity cage and several ball stretchers of different weights. Also in the cell are ropes, cuffs and shackles. When Louis has no need of Scott, he locks him in his cell. It has hooks and attachments for Louis to shackle and keep his slave there whenever he doesn't need him. The lightswitch is outside the door and Louis had a lock fitted that same weekend that he moved in. Scott has since spent many hours locked away in the dark.
Because, you see, that meeting in Legends wasn't an accident, even though it looked it to Scott's friends. Louis and Scott had been talking online for several months before that first meeting. Scott's ex, Mark, had been the dominant one in their relationship, but wasn't into the regimented and strict life that Scott had realised he needed. That was why, when Mark had gone to the States, Scott had not gone with him. OK, his business and life were also in Brighton, but it was his deep need for slavery that kept him here. He'd started talking to Louis soon after he discovered that Mark would be moving. Despite Louis's comparative youth, he seemed to be exactly what Scott wanted and needed. Despite Louis's not being anything like Scott's normal `type', Scott found him deeply attractive and arousing in his clear dominance and straightforward acceptance that he was in charge and Scott, no matter what the world saw, was destined to be a naked slave.
Louis hadn't just moved in on that weekend either. The gap between that first in-person meeting and his moving in was largely to ensure that certain legal steps were completed. The legal ownership of Scott's house and car were transferred to Louis. Whilst Scott still owned his successful business and worked as its CEO, all his income now went to Louis. Scott's credit cards had all been paid off, closed and shredded. His only source of funds now was a prepaid card which Louis put the minimum amount of money necessary onto to enable Scott to do grocery shopping and the like. Scott still had his work credit card, of course, but Louis checked all receipts on that, especially when Scott was entertaining clients or suppliers, to ensure that Scott followed the rules even when being the owner of an increasingly successful business.
Louis sometimes wondered if Scott's staff and friends had noticed the change in him. Louis got off as much on Scott appearing to be living a regular life to his staff and friends as he did on owning him as his slave. But there had been changes. The one thing that no-one could fail to notice was that where previously Scott had fashionably styled longish wavy dark hair, he now had a very severe `short back and sides' style. And his occasional display of facial hair or a few days' growth of scruff was no more, he was always immaculately clean-shaven.
Scott no longer drank alcohol. In fact, he drank nothing but water. No tea, no coffee, no juice or anything else. Just plain water. Well, that's not quite true. When at home with Louis, he drank all Louis's piss of course. And unless he was entertaining for work purposes, he did drink something else - he no longer ate like normal men. Scott's daily calorie needs were met by drinking Huel for Breakfast and lunch and a simple meal of grilled fish or chicken, wholemeal pasta and vegetables in the evening.
Scott's previously extensive wardrobe had been drastically slimmed down when Louis moved in. Obviously, Scott was naked at all times in what was now Louis's house. Louis had supervised him while he cut up all his designer underwear to be used for cleaning cloths around the house. Louis selected the three plainest of Scott's suits and five of the plainest ties. Under that posh suit he was generally now commando or, very occasionally, in a jock. Louis had Scott put the rest of his treasured suit and tie collections into black bags, along with all his designer shirts and socks. Now he always wore a plain white shirt which, if anyone had been able to see the label, they would see was own-label from Asda. Similarly, Louis had chosen a couple of pairs of jeans and chinos together with a few casual shirts and tops. When he went out with his friends he was always commando, no jocks this time. The rest of his leisurewear joined Scott's work clothes in black bags along with all the clothes that he had previously worn when at home after work. All of his designer gym wear was likewise bagged up. Louis went through Scott's cupboard full of shoes and selected one pair of black and one pair of brown work shoes, one pair of dress shoes for occasions, two pairs of casual ones and Scott's running shoes. The rest? Yes, all into black bags. Also into the bags went all his topcoats and the like, again with a couple being kept for show. Scott was then supervised taking all the bags of expensive clothes to a local charity shop.
Scott's wardrobe was extended in other ways, however. Several `Bike' style jocks were ordered. Scott was sent to Asda to buy cheap black socks for work and white ones for casual and workout wear as well as the white shirts he would be wearing for work and running errands henceforth. Asda also supplied several pairs of cheap black trousers and a pair of cheap shoes for when he needed to go out to buy groceries. From a workwear company he bought a pair of cheap dungaree-style overalls. Decathlon was visited to purchase a pair of very short, flimsy running shorts and a singlet.
Louis also oversaw Scott's purchase in Decathlon of a decent treadmill and exercise bike, a fully fitted multi gym and a set of free weights. There was no need for Scott to belong to his fancy gym anymore, when he could work out at home. That also saved on gym clothes, as he could work out naked as well. Instead of paying for the gym and his friendly personal trainer there, Louis advertised online for (and found) a gay PT, Giles, who wouldn't be fazed by Scott's nudity and would visit Louis's home to put Scott through his paces. Scott worked on his body with Giles three times a week, obeyed him like he would Louis and was punished by him just as he would be by Louis. And if Giles needed to piss whilst training Scott, Scott would be on his knees and swallowing just like he would with Louis. Every weekday morning Scott spent an hour on either the treadmill or the exercise bike as soon as he got up. Louis had had Scott spend a bit more on these so that reports on his training could be sent to Louis's app. And woe betide Scott if Louis detected any slacking. At weekends, he and Louis ran outside together, usually 5k on a Saturday and 10k on a Sunday. This was what those flimsy short shorts and the singlet were for.
It wasn't just his clothing and changing to just drinking water (and piss and Huel) and losing his house and having no money of his own and working out naked under the close attention of a demanding personal trainer which was different for Scott's normal' life. He had not had anything other than a cold shower for eight months. Louis had had the downstairs shower adapted so that it only produced cold water now and that was what Scott used. All Scott's expensive body washes, bath oils, shaving products, deodorants and fragrances had been disposed of. Scott now used Wright's Coal Tar soap at 80p a bar and Wash'n'Go 2 in 1 shampoo and conditioner for his hair at £1 a bottle. Under his arms for work he used the cheapest, fragrance-free deodorant that he could source. At all other times, he went without deodorant. His manscaping clippers were disposed of - every four weeks, Scott visited a salon just outside Brighton for a full body wax, including what the website called intimate areas' to ensure that he was hairless and smooth at all times below the neck. He was allowed to keep his expensive razor and replenish its blades - Louis understood that a good quality razor was important to ensure that Scott presented a properly shaven face to the world every day.
Back to Monday morning. While Louis showers and dresses, Scott is downstairs preparing Louis's breakfast. The table in the kitchen is laid as it would be in a five star hotel. Louis is a man of habit. Each weekday morning he has a bowl of muesli with skimmed milk and two slices of toast and marmalade alongside a pot of English Breakfast tea. Until he moved into his new home, this would have been a rushed affair with a tea bag in a cup, Asda muesli and cheap bread. Since he now has the income of a successful CEO to live on, he has Fortnum and Mason tea, with top quality muesli, bread handmade by his slave and the highest quality marmalade, also delivered by Fortnum's. Louis comes into the kitchen fully dressed but with bare feet. Having heard his Owner's footsteps on the stairs, Scott is kneeling beside the table ready to pour Louis's tea and to pour milk over his muesli.
Once Louis has sat down and has a cup of tea and a bowl of muesli he opens his iPad which is on the table ready for him. As he eats and reads the Guardian, his slave will wait on his knees beside the table, hands behind his head and fingers interlocked again. He doesn't speak and keeps his eyes downcast. When he hears the spoon clatter into the muesli bowl, he stands, refills Louis's tea cup, clears the bowl,and puts the toast on. When it pops out of the toaster, he puts it into the toast rack and puts it next to Louis's plate and resumes his position on his knees.
Like he did after using his urinal in the bedroom, Louis completely ignores his slave as he looks after his needs. This is Scott's place now - he asked, no begged, for it. And Louis knows that Scott has never felt so happy and fulfilled as he does now. And, although he'd never tell his slave this, Louis has similarly never been so settled and content in his life.
When he has finished his tea and toast, Louis gets up and heads upstairs to use the toilet and clean his teeth. While he does this, Scott clears away the breakfast things, washes up and puts everything away. Having made sure that the kitchen is clean and tidy, Scott puts the Guardian and Louis's lunch into his work bag and takes the bag as he heads to the hallway, where he stands against the front door, feet apart, nose and toes to the door, hands again behind his head with his elbows parallel with his shoulders. Louis comes down again and opens the hall cupboard, taking out the clothes which Scott will wear today and his work bag. Placing them on a chair in the hall, he unlocks the collar around Scott's neck and goes into the living room while Scott turns around and quickly gets dressed, turning into the successful CEO that the world thinks he is. Taking the shoes that Louis has selected to wear for the day, Scott crawls on his hands and knees into the living room and places the shoes on his Master's feet. When they are comfortably tied, he bends forward and kisses each shoe before crawling ahead of Louis into the hallway.
Scott takes up Louis's bag, his own work bag and the car keys. Opening the front door for Louis, he locks it behind him as Louis waits beside the car. Scott opens the rear door for Louis and hands him his bag before getting into the driver's seat. Every morning, Scott drives Louis to the University where he parks the car and then walks to his own office. Each evening, he walks from his office to the University - a fifteen minute drive followed by a forty-five minute walk each way when if he just walked from home directly to his office as he used to before he became Louis's slave it would have taken him twenty minutes. On arrival at the University, Louis is dropped at the door of his building, with Scott getting out to open the door for him. Louis heads inside without acknowledging his slave or looking back, as Scott gets back into the car, drives to the car park, parks and begins the walk to his office. He does this in all weathers - he is allowed a raincoat if it is raining but does not have an umbrella. His secretary has (not knowing that he has walked from the University, thinking he has walked from home) asked him more than once why he doesn't get a cab, but Scott just says that he likes the walk and it clears his head.
When Louis is done for the day, he will text his slave, who will finish up whatever he is doing and set off to walk back to the University. Louis, of course, has full access to Scott's calendar and can see if he has any commitments which would make leaving as ordered difficult. When he gets to the University, Scott collects the car from its space, texts Louis to say he is on his way and drives round to the front of the building where he dropped his Master that morning. Louis will be waiting in the foyer and Scott gets out and opens the door again for his Master before driving them home.
Once they are home, Scott undresses the moment the front door is closed and hangs his clothes back up in his cupboard. He takes up his position against the front door as he did that morning, and Louis locks the leather collar around his neck again. Scott remains against the door as Louis heads upstairs.