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Slave Master Tempter
Ch 3 - Getting comfortable
The average looking, fully dressed, Max went into the room - opened the door, and invited Jake in. Jake rose and moved quickly. As he passed into the room, Max put his hand on Jake's shoulder and spoke. "I'm kind of weird - I know, and I'm a bit of a control freak, but I want you to relax and humor me if you will. After all I've taken a chance on bringimg you here, and I'm trusting in your confidence - " There was that word again - the one that was already Jake's undoing, " - to show you very private, very sensitive matters, right?" Jake agreed readily and thanked Max for allowing him the privilege of coming to see his slave. Max continued. "I think maybe we could have a good working relationship together. Remember how you talked about having my help to capture you a slave and how you would enjoy working with and learning from me?" Jake remembered the conversation in the car on the way over, "Well, if I see a cooperative spirit, lots of things could be possible. But remember Jake," Max patted the shoulder and then removed his hand and sat down on the comfortable leather sofa, "You're the junior here. You're the one who never had the balls to turn what you really want into reality right?"
The standing, vulnerable, naked, hairy, handsome, muscular, unwitting stud, rather embarrassingly shrugged his shoulders and sheepishly nodded with a grimace of resignation to the cold hard truth of the matter as Max continued with a kind of lecture, "You told me you were in the service. So just think of me as your Commanding Officer like when you were in the Army."
The reflection of Army days flashed before him, and an easy automatic, "Yes Sir!" came right out. As he began to stand at automatic attention Max spoke, "Just stand easy. That's right - feet at shoulder width - hands behind your back until I've finished my little speech. And what's with the socks? I thought I said strip."
Jake awkwardly and quickly worked at pealing off one of the loose cream-colored wool athletic socks then the other exposing the sexy gradation again of tan to white at lower calves, as Max's hand was held out making the distinct expectation of their deposit, "Sorry Sir," he said embarrassingly, handing them over. This "little speech," of Max's would be the inception of Jake's mental conditioning, and beginning with a correction - even though a minor one - throwing him slightly off guard, was a good way to start.
It felt a little strange. Jake hadn't addressed anyone as "Sir," since the Army, "but it was no big deal," he thought to himself. He assumed the not unfamiliar position directed (although he didn't remember doing it naked) and listened while Max resumed.
"Ok. So just remember that in this situation I am the leader you are the follower. I'm the one who has the balls to do what needs to be done. You are not. I am the instructor. You are the student - AND - " he added, " - Yes Sir, and No Sir, will do nicely for now. So until further notice don't use my name. Do you think you understand what I've said my boy?"
Jake was pretty quick on the response, "I think so Sir." The "Sir" was just a little reticent, and Max let it slide.
"We'll see," Max said, "I hope so."
Max's intention was to play with and push the naked beauty standing in front of him right now, as far as he could without the use of any force, with just the drug and some alcohol to help him to be relaxed and cooperative. It was a challenge and a game Max would revel in. He continued, "So for starters why don't we relax here a little bit. I want to get to know you better. That ok with you?"
"Sure," is what came out, but fairly quickly it was caught and even apologized for, "I'm sorry. I mean, Yes Sir!"
"Atta boy." The congratulatory phrase again repeated, was a subtle condescension to start Jake on his trip downward, "So why don't you take those beautiful white buns of yours to my bar over there - " Max pointed across the room for Jake to look and see, " - and fix us another drink while we talk, Ok?"
"Ok," came naturally as a learned response, but Jake realized immediately, issued another apology, and corrected himself. He walked over to the bar with Max's eyes glued to the flexing and relaxing bubble cheeks doing their muscular, so erotic, dance.
"You really are a pretty thing," More condescension disguised in a simple impersonal pronoun, and the start of his dehumanization hidden underneath a compliment. Jake blushed and got his response right this time.
"Thank you Sir."
Another "Atta boy," with an accompanying, "That's more like it."
The drinks were made quickly. Everything needed was right there. He was told to make them strong - and they were. His dick and balls flopped back and forth in front of muscular thighs thick enough to restrict their hanging between, as he returned and set them down on the coffee table. Recalling the word, "relax," he began to sit in the leather chair adjacent to the sofa when Max spoke up. "I'd be able to see you better if you were over here." He pointed to the floor in front of him and next to the coffee table.
"Ok Sir." Jake caught himself before actually sitting down and walked over to where his host was pointing.
"Why don't you kneel right here - yeah - that's good. And let's loose the Ok's. What happened to that, Yes Sir, we decided would work fine - eh?"
The recalcitrant Jake apologized again and corrected himself. It was time for more of the drug. Max had at first planned to mix it in Jake's drink covertly. But he decided to have Jake spike his own drink, "That would definitely be more entertaining," he thought to himself. He set the stage. "I know this is all new to you and you're doing Ok, but you seem to be having a little trouble showing the proper respect for your Commanding Officer. I think you can do much better - don't you?"
"Yes Sir. I'm sorry Sir. I'll do better Sir." was the responsive apologetic reply.
"So here," Max handed Jake a capsule, "Open this up - " Jake did so with a puzzled look on his face, " - and pour it into your glass."
"Really Sir? I don't know - " came the hesitant reply.
Max wanted to slap him silly but remembered his goal of getting Jake to go as far as possible on his own, so he restrained himself. "It's just something to help you relax and be more receptive for me. You just said you'd do better didn't you?"
"Yes Sir."
"Well then listen to the sound of my voice and feel yourself wanting to do what I tell you." The programming was beginning, but Max knew the boy was ready and knew how to exact precisely what he wanted. Jake held the capsule over the drink and paused. "Remember that pretty slave downstairs in that cell you're going to get to see and maybe use, and just go ahead." He started - still fighting himself - to tip the capsule over, "That's right boy," came the words of authoritative encouragement, "Pour it in."
His instinct was to close his eyes so he wouldn't see himself doing it, but he watched wide-eyed as he emptied the contents of the little clear gel cap into his own drink.
"There ya go," Max handed him another one, "Now this one."
"Oh please Sir - couldn't I just take one? Please? I did the one. Isn't that enough?" He'd already "done one" unaware. This would be two and three.
Max simply pointed to the glass.
"Please - " Jake looked at Max's peeved expression.
Max snapped his fingers, and the capsule's contents were added to the glass. He was told to stir it in with his finger, which he did, and then to lick the finger and drink it down. He sipped and was scolded. "I said drink it down!" The harsh tone of Max's voice caught Jake up short, and he guzzled the rest without stopping.
"You need to trust me as the one in charge that I know what and how much is best. I would never do anything other than what's best." Now THAT was a loaded statement if ever there was one - true but loaded. It WOULD be "what's best," best for Max and for his program and plan of action. "Now go over and make yourself a drink so we can relax and talk a while."
"Yes Sir." Came as he was rising to his task. He returned fresh drink in hand, and knelt back down in his place - his mind becoming more dependent on outside input and suggestible to Max's will and direction.
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