SUB-Student, Part Nine Bamaboi2serve@charter.net
I had announced a new duty for the boi that week. Instead of spending my hard earned dollars on deodorant, he was going to become my pit washing machine. Each morning when I got up, and twice later each day, he would give each of my bushy pit's a good tongue bath, allowing me to smell clean and natural, not perfumed like some cheap whore. I would lay back watching the morning news with my hands behind my head as he did his work, careful not to block my view at all.
At first he wasn't quite getting all of the stink out, so I kept a long punishment paddle nearby and used it to convince him to work harder. His bottom was red and hot those first few lessons, and it wasn't long before he took to his new job with great enthusiasm, using wet long strokes to clean my pits. I could tell he wasn't quite as excited about his licking duties after I had been to the gym or working in the yard, but he never slowed down...if he had, he knew the paddle was waiting.
Boi had truly become an obedient slave, but it was the weekend of sharing that really put him to the test.
A week passed since I shaved the slut's head when the weekend arrived when I planned to share him for the first time.
At the start of the weekend, Friday night, I paid a lot more attention to him than usual, calling on him to lick my feet while I watched TV, shifting my position and ordering his lovely tongue to my ass for a nice rimming. It was all a major turn on for him, of course, since he now lived to service me and keep me happy, but it wasn't his cuming time so he had to just live with the hard-on and dripping. I had started him on a no-cum regime ten days before, and his balls were looking particularly drawn up and full. He moaned all the time, except, of course, when I gagged him.
By the time the doorbell rang, he had an especially raging hardon, with a nice precum drip going. His face looked, well, like it had been licking feet and asses for a few hours. He wore only his standard metal slave collar, a thick heavy cock ring I had locked on him, and a nice chrome ball stretcher, which pushed his nice egg-sized balls out and away for viewing and for playing.
"Get the door bitch, it's for you!" I told him.
There was a slight pause in his response. "For me?" I could almost hear him ask himself.
He got up and went to the front door. I had a good view of the action from my leather easy chair.
He opened the door and, as trained, kept his eyes lowered and he knelt in submission before whoever it was at the door. Once before it had been a pizza boy (I tipped him especially well...letting him fuck boi till he had the orgasm of his young life). Another time, boi has discovered a boy scout selling magazine subscriptions...at least he thought it was a boy scout. In reality I had set that one up. A bar friend had a young fuck buddy who looked about 16 but was actually 20...I bought a boy scout uniform from a second hand store and paid him to come to the door. Slave slut turned bright red when he saw the boy scout shorts and shoes, trying to crawl away but knowing he was not permitted to move. I played it for all it was worth.
"Hey son, I called, what are you selling?
"Uh, magazines, Sir...er, what's he doing?" the "scout" asked.
"Oh he's just a slave boi...he's probably ten years older than you but he acts like a little boi and likes to be punished all the time," I said loudly.
"Really?" asked the fake scout.
"Sure", I told him, "watch this. Face me boi and open your mouth! Boi of course followed orders. I casually unzipped and slipped my soft cock into his mouth. Boi kept his eyes down, which in this case meant he watched my cock as I started peeing into him.
"The slut likes for me to piss in his mouth like this...it's amazing how low he acts...almost below human. Boi couldn't see the "scout", who was trying hard not to laugh, but I also could see a bulge in the right place and made a mental note for some future time...he might be fun to play with if his relationship with my bar friend ended
Eventually I had boi lick the scout's shoes clean and let the "scout" cum on his bald head. I took lots of pictures, letting the slave know that they were evidence of him having sexual contact with a young boy...evidence that might end up in the wrong place if he wasn't obedient. It was a harsh tactic, but I wanted to see how far I could push him. Boi wore the make-believe scout's cum to bed that night.
When the bell rang this time, and he opened the door, all he could see was a pair of thick leather work boots and well-worn jeans.
Jeff was wearing black leather gloves. He used one hand to put in on boi's bald head as he began his scene with is former classmate.
"Jimmy...what a true fucking slave bitch you have become!"
The words had a whiplash like effect on boi, but it was all tempered by his orders to keep his eyes down and maintain his kneeling position. I was watching closely, and knew it was if he had been slapped.
Jeff bent a bit and moved his gloved hand over the boi's face. He continued his verbal abuse, callign Jimmy a pretty bald whore who didn't deserve to be kneeing on a Master's floor...then he took the glove off, giving Jimmy a view of the black hand attached to the man standing next to him, sending waves of Master heat onto his face.
That's right Jimmy-bitch, it's Jeff, and I'm here to be entertained. Are you ready for me?"
Jimmy didn't know what to do! He was under my command, and I had not told him to do anything. Jeff struck him in the face with the glove. "What's the matter boi? Don't you like black Masters slut?"
Jeff playing the race card a minute into the scene was brilliant. As I mentioned, Jeff had terribly conflicted thoughts about serving a black man...he knew he wanted to do it, but was afraid of what it would mean to him. He had heard the old phrase about "going black and never going back"...is this the man who was going to have that power over him?, he wondered quietly.
The boi was shaking and sweating and dripping...from across the room I intervened: "Boi!" I called out, "do as Master Jeff says until I tell you otherwise!
Without a pause, Jeff ordered him: "get your fucking tongue on my boots boi and make 'em shine!"
Boi went at the boots with a fervor that I hadn't seen, even in his early days with me. Jeff was holding a horse crop, and he used it on boi's ass, lightly at first, but increasing in intensity. From his pocket he removed a black jock strap and reached down to stretch it over bois head. The cup part covered boi's nose.
"I wore that to the gym all week slave boi, so you can get to know your new Master's scent real good..."
If boi was turned off by the rank odor it didn't show, in fact I would have sworn he was breathing in deeper than before, continuing to lick Jeff's boots.
Just ten minutes had past since Jeff arrived! I grabbed a pair of endurance tit clamps and knelt to place them on boi's growing titties. He was so into serving his new black Master he barely noticed. Jeff and I smiles at each other. What a weekend we were going to have!!!!
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