SUB-Student, Part Twelve
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(This chapter has the approval of Master Daddy)
After a while, I guessed Jeff seeded boi's throat...at least it sounded like that from my vantage point upstairs. There was an increase in the tempo of the slurping sounds and the repeating slap-slap-slap impact of full balls on a chin, a sound I was very familiar with from using boi. I could also just about make out Jeff breathing harder and then giving a little shout, like the one all men make when they come...kind of an "Ah!" And "Wow" at the same time...
Then silence for a moment and finally voices:
"Good job boi...that fucker got it all over you!"
"You mean him, Sir?", boi asked, and I could imagine his chin pointing upwards toward me. I found myself getting increasingly angry. How dare he call me "him"!!!
"Actually I meant your brother," Jeff responded, " and by the way. I hope you can take it in the ass as well as you can deep throat."
"Yes...yes Master, I can," boi replied, immediately granting Jeff Master status. Traitor, I thought unkindly. At what point had boi left me, and where did that leave me, I wondered?
Jeff ordered boi to lick some leftover cum off his shaft and balls, then demanded he clean a few drops on the cement floor. Boi rushed to the task, and I could almost hear his tongue cleaning the hard surface one story beneath me, obeying Jeff as quickly as he had followed my orders (or was it even quicker?) I could hear him slapping boi's ass to keep him licking the floor much longer than was needed.
Then: "I need you to stay put for a while. Do I need to lock you in the cage?" Jeff asked.
"No Sir, I'll be good." he replied quickly.
"I'll trust you this time bitch, but one mistake, one misbehaving' and you stay locked up or worse, understand? And no playing with your stuff! That`s mine now!"
"I understand Sir," the bitch replied.
"Here, this'll give ya somethin' to think about!" he told boi as I heard the telltale jangle of chains tit clamps...and a soft but audible intake of breath as the metal teeth tightened on bois nubs.
Meanwhile, I was still trying to adjust to my bindings. The floor was hard, I was chilled a bit from the air conditioning blowing on my piss-wet body, and I was thirsty too! I heard Jeff walking up the stairs from the basement to the kitchen.
"Hey slut, I see you didn't escape," he laughed at this humor.
I didn't bother trying to say anything, being ball-gagged and all. The bright pink ball was filling my mouth completely, forcing my mouth open at the sides. I was sure I looked like a fool.
"I suspect you're a bit worried about all this, since you probably thought you were going to take me down to piss-boi's level down there in the dungeon. Well, I suppose you know now that's not happenin', " he said, stating the obvious.
"I'll tell you what I'm gonna do, bitch. I'm gonna have fun with boi, and on you, and you're going to learn to like it, to beg for it! Monday's a Holiday and this is just early Saturday evening, so we've got time for you to learn a few things about being MY slave boi. You like that idea?"
Again, gagged, I was silent. Then he reached over and undid my ball gag.
"Hell no!" I croaked from my parched throat, "What makes you think I'm gonna serve YOU?"
He roughly pushed the gag back in my stretched mouth before I could continue. Then he slapped my sharply on one cheek, using his other hand to repeat the punishment on the other cheek, It hurt like hell!!
"Well, since you asked bitch girl, prime evidence num?ero-uno is this, fuckboi..." and he slapped by (still!) hard cock hard with his open hand. "I figure you're having a pretty good time when you is as hard as all that, boi!"
Despite the sharp stinging pain to my member, I had to acknowledge, at least quietly to myself, that he had a point. What was going on here? In addition to the redness in my cheeks from the slaps, I could also feel myself reddening...blushing! Fuck! I hadn't blushed since...hell maybe never! Shit!
"Let's take this slow boi, I'm gone let ya up off the floor and put you on the chair, but if you give me the least bit of trouble, it's back on the floor and tied even tighter. OK?"
I nodded my approval, again thinking that it might give me a better chance to escape.
Jeff untied my chains and manhandled me into a kitchen chair with an especially tall back with rungs, ladder back chairs they're called, though I immediately though of them as tie `em up chairs when I bought them. Needless to say, I never suspected I would be ME being tied up.
Jeff used rope this time to secure me tightly to the chair, legs to the chair legs, arms up over my head and tied to the uppermost rung of the chair. He used some of the rope to go around my neck and chest. As he pulled the white cotton clothesline rope around my parts, he took advantage of the chairs numerous rungs to secure me so tightly to it that I wondered if I would have been better on the floor!
From his pocket he pulled out another set of nipple clamps and immediately grabbed my tits to put them on. Unlike boi, I hadn't had my tits exercised for months, so the pain was sharp, leveling off only after a few minutes. And I knew every minute with them on built bigger and fiercer the pain I would eventually feel when they came off.
He grabbed a tall beer glass (my beer glass!), unzipped, and casually pissed it full. I'd been training boi to piss on command, but Jeff had that skill down. I knew immediately where that piss was going and there wasn't much I could do to stop it.
"Open wide bitch...," he ordered, pouring a steady stream into my open mouth. I held my head back as much as possible, opening up my throat for his fluid, a lot splashed down onto my chest and then to my package.
It was warm and aromatic, to say the least, and I gurgled my way through as much as I could without gagging. Early in my S&M leanings I had gone through a phase where I drank my own just about every day, so it wasn't like this was a first for me. Still, the thought of Jeff ordering me to take his piss was unsettling. Nonetheless, my prick continued to betray me, pointing up towards my chin. He slapped it again, pointing out this obvious admittance of my willingness to be his boy, no matter what I actually said.
Jeff put down the glass, tugged on the tit clamp chain reminding me they were there, inserted my signature pink ball gag and walked towards the stairs.
I watched his tight caramel colored ass as he disappeared into the dungeon and found my self lusting. No! Fuck! I ordered myself to stop looking but it was useless. Jeff was hot, even if he was abusing me!
Although I couldn't see what was happening, now that I was sitting up and facing the basement door I could hear plenty well.
"Come here fuckface, I've been exerting myself a bit and I need a cleaning. Start up here in the pits and work your way down to my feet..." Boi said nothing, as expected, but next I could near the shuffling around of his body as he maneuvered himself into position to give Jeff a good body wash. Damn, I thought, that's a skill I taught him! I could imagine him using his talented tongue on Jeff's bushy pits, just as I had trained him...working his way around his muscular shoulders, licking every inch of the arms I had admired in class and traveling to the tits. Sticking his talented tongue into the belly button and then attacking the upper and lower back, finally finishing with the prize: the by-then thick, engorged cock and hefty balls. What was wrong with me??? What was I doing thinking about Jeff's balls being "hefty"?
"Get that fucking slave boi tongue deep in there bitch," I heard him order boi. His ass, I guessed, and from Jeff's moans and the slobbering licking noises I knew I was right.
The body bath process went on for another fifteen minutes, and even without me being able to see any of it, my cock stayed stiff, flopping around from any slight movement I made. Soon the fucking traitor flesh was dripping onto the part of the chair seat between my legs, further evidence of betrayal by my body.
Then there was muffled talking that I couldn't make out. Jeff climbed the stairs, looked at me for a second, and closed the door. I couldn't help but notice his glistening body and his full but not quite hard cock swinging between his muscular thighs. His balls were huge!
After the door closed, I heard the shower downstairs running for a while and more muffled conversation but nothing distinct.
About fifteen minutes later I was shocked to hear the doorbell ring! There was no immediate reaction from downstairs. I could vaguely make out someone peering through the opaque glass. The bell rang again, and I wondered if I should try to make noise, to try to escape. But I was still not quite sure if I was in danger!
Jeff opened the basement door, wearing just a pair of very short leathers shorts, and went to the door, tossing off a comment over his shoulder to me.
"Hey bitch, keep it down over there, I invited a couple of my friends over to keep you entertained, so shut the fuck up."
"Friends?" I wondered.
The door opened, and there stood two gorgeous young men, one a very tall black muscleman, his head shaved, but he wore a very short goatee. He was wearing a silver tank top and ripped tight jeans, and even the few seconds I saw him got me to breathing sharply. Next to him was his white counterpart, also a gym addict, a shorter stockier hunk with no shirt on and flimsy shorts kinda covering a prominent bulge. He wore his blond hair in a short military-style, I wasn't expecting them, but I did recognize both of the newcomers. The black hunk was the manager of a tattoo shop. And the white dude worked down the block at a piercing place. Both were holding a bags in their hands! I instantly got angry...would Jeff dare work on marking and piercing boi without my permission???
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