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The White Board
Ethan opened his eyes, a few blinks cleared the sleep, he could see the white board that covered the wall across the way. Duties covered them written in different colors. Dates to plan, dates to follow up. His Masters keep him busy. There were daily chores as well. Ethan kept everything neatly written on the white boards that made a wall of his room. Having it all written down like this constantly reminded him of it all, it bordered on overwhelming at times. But it was also calming, having everything organized settled it in his mind.
Ethan stretched, quickly twisting to sit on the bed, feet on the floor. The sheet resisted a little before falling away revealing his nude, well toned body. Ethan squeezed the mattress with both hands before he stood and walked to the small bathroom attached to his room. Ethan's bedroom was in a single story wing behind the kitchen of the large home. It was essentially a servant wing, with a laundry, small gym, work room, and storage closet. Ethan brushed his teeth, shaved his face, and stepped into the shower stall.
Ethan bent over to dry his hair, water dripping on the tiles. Ethan applied gel to get his dirty blond locks into the spikes his Master had decided would be his style for now. Ethan did not care for the style, but it was not his choice. He slipped into a pair of tight, sheer shorts and headed down to make his Masters' breakfast.
Wheat toast, fruit, Greek yogurt. Ethan arranged everything on the table overlooking the expansive lawn, opening the French doors to allow the morning breeze in. Once everything was perfect, Ethan stood to the side, checking that the coffee was warm.
A few minutes later his Masters entered and sat, Ethan moving to pour coffee into each man's cup. Ethan returned to his spot to wait, a nearly naked man in attendance of the two men he served. The men chatted like the husbands they were, plans for the day, who they would be seeing over the next few days. To Ethan they were Master and Boss, each commanding him.
An empty coffee cup spurred Ethan to move silently to refill it, not disturbing the flow of conversation. When breakfast was over, the husbands got up and left for their jobs in the city. Ethan cleared the table and cleaned everything up, hearing the cars start and leave the garage. Ethan made and drank a fruit smoothie. In his room, Ethan put on a tank top and sneakers, grabbed his wallet and went to the garage. There he removed keys from the wall and started up the car he was allowed to use. He opened the window, letting the air in.
Today was a day for the gym, a professional one, so he could use varied equipment for the maintenance of his body. Parking, he grabbed the bag he left in the back seat, and headed in. Heads turned, as they always did when Ethan entered a room. His natural beauty enhanced and noticeable even in this place of great bodies. He put his bag in his locker, keeping the towel and lifting gloves.
Over the next two hours, Ethan used the treadmill, weights and machines. One man watched him. Straight on, from the mirrors, Joe kept an eye on Ethan, what exercises he did, his form, the spiked hair, necklace. The obvious bulge in his shorts. Ethan was focused on his workout and never noticed.
Ethan wiped sweat from his brow, exposing his pit. Joe noticed and licked his lips. Still unaware, Ethan headed for the locker room. Joe waited a moment before following, going through the door in time to see Ethan enter the sauna. A smile crossed Joe's lips as he headed to join the hot man he had been watching. Shoes and shirt he hastily tossed into an empty locker.
Joe looked at Ethan, who was leaning head back and eyes closed. Sweat poured off him. Finally Joe could see the necklace up close. Strange, it was a chain of dull silver with a lock. Odd choice, but over the magnificent chest was so erotic.
Joe sat on the wooden bench, admiring the hot man in front of him, the taunt nips, the washboard abs. The blond hairs over the shapely legs. That larger towel than he had used for sweat in the gym. Joe desperately wanted to get through that towel. He sat down a bit closer to Ethan than necessary.
It was like heat was radiating from Ethan in Joe's mind. He wanted to make so much more heat. Thinking he would take the chance, he put his hand on Ethan's knee, pulling it up the thigh, moving the towel up in the process.
Ethan's eyes flew open as he pulled back, not very effectively since he was cornered. Ethan gazed at Joe in a form of shock. Shock born from a touch not authorized by his Masters. Joe gave him a smile "You're really hot, I can make you feel really good. Better than you can imagine."
"You need to get your hand off my leg." Ethan tried to put force in his voice, but that was not something he did much.
Joe had seen the signs that Ethan was gay, or at least gay-adjacent. Joe was not bad looking, so he knew he had a shot, even with someone like Ethan. "It's OK, it will be great. You'll love it. I can make you feel so gooooood." Joe squeezed Ethan's thigh, moving up a bit more.
"No, stop touching me." Ethan grabbed the hand on his leg and pulled it off. Joe tried to keep a grip, but the sweat prevented purchase.
Moving his other hand to Ethan's side, nudging the towel away Joe moved closer. "I can suck you really good, will blow your mind and your cock."
Ethan stood up, grabbing the towel that loosened enough that he had to grip it in front of him. He moved towards the door. "You need to leave me alone. You can't do this. Leave me alone."
Seeing his prey start to escape. Joe got up, spreading his hands, his own towel falling revealing that he was turned on. "Don't be so jumpy, we're both guys, and I know what you want."
"You have no idea what I want except for you to go away." One of Ethan's hands was searching for the handle of the door, the other was keeping his towel covering his private bits.
"Dude, think now...." Joe started, as Ethan found the handle, opened the door, and left the sauna. Exasperated, Joe snapped up his towel and moved to follow the hot man who was slipping his grasp.
Ethan was standing in front of his locker, trying to secure his towel. Seeing Joe follow him, Ethan balled a hand into a fist and looked down at it. Looking back up at Joe, Ethan moved swiftly to the door of the locker room. He couldn't start a fight and get arrested. His Masters would not like that, even if he were preventing unauthorized use of their property.
"Dude, wait! Don't go." Joe slipped a little trying to follow Ethan at the same time he tried to wrap his towel back around his waist.
Making it out of the locker room, Joe quickly spotted Ethan at the front desk, talking to the clerk. Joe pulled himself up short. Ethan saw Joe and pointed. The clerk made a motion for Ethan to stay, ducking his head into the door behind him. Joe stood still, looking around to see everyone was watching.
Someone emerged from the door behind the desk. Joe could hear the three talking, they kept their heads together and voices low, so he couldn't make out the words. He didn't need to. The manager nodded and turned towards Joe.
Joe looked around as the man approached, straightening his back some, and grabbing the knot on his towel.
"Look guy, did you make a pass at him?" The manager indicated Ethan.
"Yeah, yeah I did." Joe replied.
"Look, that's OK, it happens. But when a guy turns you down, you have to leave him alone. Come with me, you can wait in my office until he's gone, then you can change and get out of here."
Joe wanted to protest, but the manager had a stern look, and the thought crossed his mind that he could be banned. "OK" he agreed.
"This way." The manager made sure to stay between Joe and the desk so Ethan as well. "Tell me when he's gone." The manager said to the clerk.
In the office, the manager indicated a chair, which Joe sat in awkwardly.
"Look guy, I get it. Gym, all these bodies. But you can't come on strong. Someone, guy, girl, whatever, turns you down, take it and move on." The manager took a breath.
"I get you." Joe said, sad Ethan had gotten away from him.
"I have to make this a formal warning. We can't have harassment. Ethan is here Monday, Wednesday, and Friday about this time, you'll need to avoid the gym for a while at those times."
"Why do I have to keep from coming here?"
"Because you're the one who wouldn't take no for an answer. I'm not going to get him to change gyms because of what you've done."
"That's not fucking fair." Joe objected.
The manager put the pen he had picked up down. "It's more than fucking fair. If you push it, I'll show you fucking unfair. You're lucky he didn't deck you."
Joe gave a huff of false bravado. The manager was not fooled. "Don't be stupid, he could have taken you down. You're lucky he didn't want to make a scene." The man crossed his arms and silently dared Joe to say more. Joe kept his mouth shut.
Some minutes later, the desk clerk opened the door. "It's clear." The manager nodded at the door. Joe got up and left, again adjusting his towel.
Ethan was glad they believed him, and kept the guy away so he could change and leave. Exiting, Ethan saw a half-wave from the clerk that he returned. In the car, Ethan started a text. <Masters, I was approached in the sauna in the gym. The guy put his hands on me and tried to force himself on your property. I refused, and got out of the sauna, then I went to the desk, they took him away so I could change and get to the car. He had no permission to use your property, so I would not cooperate.>
It was reported. Ethan hoped he would not be punished for this.
Brock texted back.
Ethan took a deep breath, starting the ignition. He would shower off at home, he would need it.
One he made it home, showered, and slipped on a new pair of skimpy shorts, Ethan looked at his white board. Home and garden chores were written in green marker, longer term projects in blue. He knew he had to do some green regular chores, so after scanning the list, Ethan decided to begin on washing the windows. It took hours, this was his duty so Ethan did it. Years ago, Ethan had tried to use his phone to organize it all. That did not give him the satisfaction, the feeling of completeness. The visualization of his subservience the white board did. There was something crossing a task off that clicking a button did not give him.
After finishing the windows, Ethan had a healthy lunch, looking through the kitchen windows at the yard, which he also kept perfect. Ethan knew what he needed to do next, but went to his room to look at it. Take the shelves and all the items on them from one side of the garage to the other. The job had appeared yesterday on his white board. One of his Masters put it on while Ethan was handling something. That is how many new tasks appeared, appearing on the white board. Ethan could ask questions if he needed to, but this was clear enough.
Ethan measured the height needed, gathered the necessary tools. He took pictures of the shelves so everything could go back in the right place. Ethan had a strap on his thigh to hold his phone. This allowed his Masters to contact him at any time of the day, as well as the reminders he put in his phone, as not to let anything go by. The items had to come off the shelves before the braces could be removed. T-squares made sure the lines were straight. Things had to be done to please his Masters. They had high standards. Ethan double checked everything he did.
Popping into the kitchen for a drink of water, Ethan checked the time. It was getting close, but he should be able to finish up before he had to begin dinner. He still needed to hurry. He could not slack. It would be apparent. Ethan was driven, he wanted to do a job, and do it right. Ethan took pride in the results he made. Even if no one else ever noticed. He still went to his room to review his whiteboard to be sure nothing was outstanding.
Ethan finished putting the screws in, so the shelves would be secure. He had double checked he had everything straight. If they were off, he would be punished. It always worried him. He knew his Masters would check carefully, and any error would come out of his hide. It had to be perfect.
Ethan wiped his now-sweaty palms on his brief shorts. He looked at his work. He was sure they were all perfectly up and down. He began to hang the shelves, mirroring the way they were on the opposite wall. Then all the items had to be replaced. The pictures on his phone made it possible, Ethan referred to the images on the phone a lot so it would be exactly as it was. He had kept everything neat, so it was organized, but he had to arrange everything to look good.
He checked the shelves were right again, he was obsessive about being sure it was all done properly. Nothing was uneven, items were in straight ranks. Many referrals back to the pictures assured Ethan everything was like it should be. It wasn't the physical labor that got to him, it was the effort be make everything perfect. Ethan wanted it to be perfect for his Masters. They could have placed things to see how they were moved over, and an error would result in punishment. Or his Masters could see the job was done and not mention it at all. He never knew until it happened.
Ethan had to prepare dinner. A final look and a deep breath was all he could do now. Ethan went to the kitchen and pulled out what he needed for a salad. Once that was together, he prepared some appetizers to be served with wine. Then the dining room needed to be set up, and so that was his next task. It all had to be done before either of his Masters came home. With practiced ease, Ethan soon had both places set, next to each other
Ethan was back in the kitchen being sure everything was ready, and cleaning the already spotless counters. He heard the door open, so one of his Masters was home. A quick glance confirmed everything was in place, so Ethan went to see if his Master needed anything.
This was Steve returning home. "Welcome home Boss, I hope all is as you wish it to be." Ethan saw the briefcase move slightly towards him, so he took it from Boss's hand. Steve was a very handsome, well built man.
"Be in my room in exactly 5 minutes." Steve strode away, loosening his tie.
"Yes Boss." Ethan thumbed his phone to set a timer, sure Boss heard the muted beeps. He carried the case to Steve's office, putting it in the correct spot then going to stand outside the bedroom door.
Ethan waited out of the door until the timer went off, opening the door as he slid the phone into its holster. Steve had his shirt open, and his cock out, slightly hardened. Ethan knew his duty and went forward before going to his knees and taking the dick in his mouth. It was familiar and Ethan knew exactly how to excite it. Ethan's hands came up to grab Boss's ass, which was firm with the workouts he did. Steve was a well built man, with a large cock that was rapidly filling Ethan's mouth.
Ethan's tongue worked around the shaft as he kept it deep in, the way his Boss liked it. The dick got harder as Ethan fulfilled his purpose. Ethan loved sucking both of his Masters, hardly a day went by when he did not suck at least one of them. The cock in his mouth reminded Ethan of his position, he would choose to do it even if not commanded to. The man above him was taking the service as his due. How Ethan was used, how he provided pleasure, was entirely up to his Masters. The loss of control excited Ethan, that he had no input in the matter. Boss wanted sexual relief after a long day, Ethan provided it, massaging the firm ass at the same time. Boss's cock was hard and Ethan knew it was about to shoot. Ethan's entire awareness was always on his duty. Ethan could tell when one of his Masters was ready to come before that Master knew. Ethan took it as a mark of pride, even if he never told them.
Ethan was right, his Boss spunked into his mouth exactly when Ethan expected him to. Ethan swallowed it down, savoring the taste he was so familiar with. Using his tongue to pull off any residual cum, to give a massaging appreciation to his Boss.
Taking a step back, Steve waved at the door. "You may go now boy."
"Yes, Boss." Ethan got off his knees and glided out of the room, as his Boss turned and removed his shirt. The slave returned to the kitchen to check on how everything was going. Assured, he then checked the white board in his room to see if he had missed anything he was supposed to have done. He was on top of what was written there. Nothing was behind schedule.
Back in the kitchen, Ethan checked the food. Looking at the time, he put his much simpler meal on a plate and ate it. Soon after he finished, the door opened and Boss's husband Master Brock arrived. Ethan went to see if he could be of any service, as he opened his mouth the man barked "Show me your ass."
"Yes, Master." Ethan replied, turning and lowering his skimpy shorts. Bending at the waist, he presented his ass to his Master. Brock was as handsome as his husband. The two made a great pair. In shape, successful, and both very attractive.
The man came closer, Ethan saw the shadows of the man leaning from one side to another looking at it. Ethan's asshole pulsed a little under the scrutiny. Brock ran his hand over his slave's cheeks. They were firm, a finger running up the inside of the exposed crack provided a sensual feeling for Ethan. It was a tease, almost but not quite erotic. "Tell me what happened."
Still bent over, Ethan reported "At the gym, I did my prescribed workout. I then went into the sauna. I had not been in more than a few minutes, leaning back with my eyes clothed, when I felt a hand run up my leg. I jumped back and told him to keep his hands to himself. He kept trying. I left the sauna and he followed. I admit Master, I considered hitting him, but I went to the front desk instead."
"Good. That is what you should have done. I am pleased."
"Thank you Master. They called later and said he was told not to be at the gym when I am usually there."
"Good. Avoid him. If he's there, report to the desk and leave. Do not let him touch my property." Brock squeezed one cheek and walked off, at the top of the stairs, he shouted down "Boy, you can go on now."
"Yes, Master." Ethan replied loud enough to be heard without shouting. Ethan had known he needed to stay in place until allowed to move. Released, he pulled his shorts back up and went to wait in the kitchen until it was time to serve. Ethan did not have to wait long. The husbands, he could soon hear approaching the dining room. Ethan had plated the meals, put the chilled wine in a cradle. He had the plates on the table when they arrived, moving to pour the wine, then standing back to wait as they talked and ate.
The men discussed their workdays. Ethan could hear the words, but would not be asked to join in the conversation, so he remained silent. When a wineglass got low, he filled in being unobtrusive. The men ignored him, expecting his service to be impeccable, which it was.
Being nearly naked while his Masters were dressed and expecting his service excited Ethan. A spot appeared where he was leaking pre-cum. The fabric was designed to show the moisture. Ethan knew that, even if it were never mentioned. Ethan glanced down and saw the spot. Which added more excitement and so more pre-cum. Being left to the side and virtually ignored was a thrill for Ethan, it made him feel like the slave he had craved to be before it came true. Years of serving these men had not blunted that.
With the men almost done, and glasses with adequate wine, Ethan disappeared to fetch the tiramisu prepared for dessert. Knowing his Masters, Ethan was able to return and stage the deserts with the men finishing mere moments later. Ethan presented the deserts and bussed the other plates out. Watching his Masters finish, they stood and walked out of the room without a glance at their slave.
Ethan did a full bussing of the dining room, corking the wine and putting everything away. As soon as things were in order, he went to the lounge where his Masters were. Just inside the door, Ethan knelt, bowing his head and putting his hands behind his back. The men continued their conversation, not acknowledging Ethan's arrival.
Brock got up and snapped his fingers, pointing to a spot on the floor. Ethan jumped up and knelt where indicated. Not interrupting his talking to his husband, Brock pulled out some cord and began to tie Ethan up. Ankles were wrapped and attached to wrists. Additional loops went around his chest and abs. Wrists were hiked up his back uncomfortably. Finally a ball gag was added.
Brock returned to his seat. Ethan was left on display. His ankles were pulled up, so he was balancing greatly on his knees. A struggle. As it was designed to be. A remote started chamber music from a device. Ethan knew he was another part of the entertainment.
Steve rose after some minutes to attach nipple clamps to the slave. Ethan groaned as the teeth bit in. Steve kissed his husband as he returned to seat. For the men, it was a relaxing evening at home, for their slave, it was an evening of stress.
Ethan was proud to be used, to be passive entertainment for his Masters. As a slave, he was feeling the ropes restrict his breathing, restricting every movement. Ethan set his mind to patience, and as every other time was not able to completely block out the ropes or the time that passed. He knew some slaves could totally zone out. Ethan had never learned the trick. Part of his mind was always looking for what his Masters might want now, even if he could not fulfill the want. He would file it away for later.
Brock got up to move the nipple clamps, preventing permanent damage to the excellent pecs on Ethan. The slave loved the transitional touch of his Masters when they adjusted or moved anything around on his body. Those small brushes did so much for him, focusing on the minor touches. Ethan thought of them through the tedium. The night still drug on.
At the end of the evening, the Masters released Ethan and pointed him in the direction of his room. Silently he obeyed. In his room, Ethan removed the harness his phone was in and slipped his shorts off. For a moment, he felt his collar. It centered and calmed him. Ethan lay on the neatly made bed, flipping his phone over and over. He pulled the phone up and sent a text to his friend Dave. . Dave may or may not be able to respond. Dave had one Master, and a brother slave in the same house, but if he was busy Dave would not be responding.
<Mine's done with me too. a couple of his Dom friends over for cigars. I got fucked twice>
<At least you got fucked. I got to suck Boss off and that's it. They tied me up and had a quiet night with each other and I want my hole used.>
<They will get some in you, you're too hot not to get it. Maybe they're saving up for the weekend. You know how they like to play in that dungeon> Dave sent a picture of a boy tied up on a St. Andrew's cross.
<He's hot>
Ethan's phone went off with a text from his Master .
Ethan fired a quick text off to his friend <Gotta go, called up>
Dave replied, a flash on the screen after Ethan had rushed from his room <You'll be getting it now>
The slave stopped before entering for a quick breath, opening the door silently, bowing his head in humility. His Master was leaned up on the headboard, Boss on one knee beside his husband, the other out to the side, almost straight. Each man was stroking his own large cock.
Ethan put himself at the foot of the bed, hands behind his back. He remained silent as his Masters looked at him, the slave's dick growning in anticipation and servitude. Ethan's excitement was palpable to his Masters, the opportunity to serve was exciting to the Doms, the ability to summon him at their whim. Boss Steve got up and manhandled Ethan to the side of the bed, bending the slave over, sending the cock of his husband into Ethan's mouth. Ethan began to suck as he had been trained, moving his hands to brace himself on the bed.
Master Brock spread his legs as Ethan applied his exceptional skills to his Dom's cock, taking it deep down his throat to please one of the men who owned him. It was a familiar dick, naturally, and Ethan knew all the tricks to please it. Lips undulating over the shaft, tongue circling over the head.
Boss Steve ran his hands over his slave's ass. Ethan flexed his bubble butt under the touch. Boss's thumbs entered the crease, feeling the more tender flesh, that which is usually hidden. The invasion was expected, almost normal, but still had the allure of the forbidden, the intimate. Ethan felt the control Boss exerted over him, able to touch any part of his body with impunity.
Steve ran his fingers down the center of Ethan's crack, brushing over the hole that was there, yet another type of skin, even more intimate. Ethan was even more exposed, more controlled. Ethan continued his sucking unabated, knowing his body was there to pleasure them. Ethan's eyes saw the pubes of his Master, the good abs above them. At the same time, he felt his Boss feeling up his back side, and knew he was a toy, an implement for these men to use.
Boss's hard cock ran up and down the opened ass checks of the slave, who knew what was coming. Ethan was ready, excited to serve his Boss. Brock's dick was great as well, being able to serve them both was always a special thrill for Ethan. He could take both men when they wanted to take him, he was always ready. It felt great that he was the one they used to get off. Sure, they fucked each other, Ethan was almost totally sure of that. For fucking like the dominant men they were, he was who they used.
Cock entered Ethan's hole, he sucked in air around the cock in his mouth. Stretched, his ass was stretched to accommodate the girth of his Boss. Ethan loved getting fucked, a real bottom boy. He wanted to grip his hands together but ran them over his Master instead, giving the man he was sucking a bit more. Ethan timed a down thrust to when Boss bottomed out in his ass. Ethan knew how long it would take to get there, wanted to have every bit of both dicks in him at the same time. A bit of service neither of them would know of, how Ethan took the husbands fully at the same time.
Steve stayed sheathed in the slave's ass a moment, enjoying his control over the boy. The warmth surrounding his dick was the warmth of his slave at his command. Calling Ethan in, fucking him, that showed who called the shots. Making a boy do as you wish, that was power. Both men had that power, exerting it over Ethan. Power beyond just the bedroom. Ethan worked hard to please them, and all that effort made is a great slave. Knowing Ethan worked so damn hard for them, that was better even than his body.
Master ground his hips, part to make his slave work, part out of shear pleasure. Ethan knew he was pleasing both of his owners. Boss Steve began to pump into him, forcing Ethan to brace himself as well as attend to his sucking so Master got the full service. Ethan was caught between the increasing thrusts of his Boss and the requirement to orally please his Master.
Neither man was concerned that Ethan had to work to please the other. That the slave was caught between differing needs for each of them. Ethan's need to work so hard was not a concern for either, Ethan's pleasure was not a concern, all that mattered was the men were enjoying themselves. That Ethan did it, exerted himself for them added to their erections.
The act of dominance. Casual as it was, excited the husbands, having the stunning Ethan, as their fucktoy was a thrill that moved them to use the boy. That Ethan, who turned heads in every room he entered was theirs to use in any way they wished. Combined with the physical pleasure the slave provided, the sexual excitement hardened them both. And he worked hard for them. Day in and day out. Anything they wanted he not only did, but exerted himself for them.
Boss interlaced his hands behind his head, pushing his hips forward, rocking Ethan forward. Looking at the well-toned back of his slave brought a smile to Boss's face, a bigger one when he saw his cock going in and out of Ethan's ass. He could fuck this gorgeous boy anytime he wanted, and that thought would turn him on when it crossed his mind in the middle of the day. Now, doing it, Boss was feeling the power surge through him.
It was different for Master Brock, who was laying back, enjoying the service of his slave. Master could see his husband railing Ethan, being much more active in his use of the boy. Seeing his husband fuck, while the fuckee was sucking his cock so well Brock's dick got rock hard. He had to do nothing.
Brock's head rolled back as he held in his orgasm. He could tell his husband was almost ready and wanted to shoot in tandem. Steve fucked faster, as Ethan worked harder to deliver a smooth blow job to his Master Brock.
Steve shoved in, crushing Ethan's asscheeks, cumming deep and letting out a half-yell. Brock groaned in release, glad his husband didn't hold off longer so he didn't have to. Getting to cum in Ethan was worth it, being part of two men shooting in him extended the physical pleasure. Making a boy take it, serving himself and his husband. This was as it should be, two men controlling a slave.
Steve withdrew, letting one hand slid down the ass of his slave. That slave was swallowing the seed of his husband and pull off. Steve didn't know he shared the thought with his husband that this was how a dominant man should live.
Ethan rightened himself, running his hands over his thighs. His cock was hard, but he didn't touch it. Came close, brushing his balls. Brock smiled at him, Ethan kept his head down, but saw his Master looked pleased. Pleasing his Masters was better than having dicks in him. Ethan melted at the smile, confirmation he had done a good job, that he had pleased both of them. That was his duty. Even after a day of working for these men, Ethan was happy to serve them sexually. Being called after a sent off to bed, after thinking he was done, that simply showed how he was their slave.
Master Brock waved his hand, dismissing the slave. "Off to bed boy. And no touching."
"Yes, Master. Thank you Master." Ethan bobbed his head lower and silently left the room, hearing the water start up as Steve turned it on.
Back in his room, Ethan picked up his phone, wondering if Dave was still up. <Back. Got it, in both ends>. Ethan looked at the screen, the message sent, a bit later, the light faded off. Ethan kept the phone in his hand a few more minutes before letting it drop, bouncing slightly on the bed.
Ethan ran his hands over his chest, down the ripped abs, to his pubes before arching away, not allowed to wank, not permitted to fondle himself. He wished Dave were still up. Ethan felt his legs, the hairs scraping gently on his palms, still avoiding the cock and balls that were off limits.
His dick was still hard, Ethan could just only at it. He wanted so much to grab it. Orders were orders.
<I knew they couldn't keep their hands off you> Dave was still up. <I was dozing, ping got me back>
<No hands, all dick. Boss up the ass, Master down the throat>
<Nice, pump you and dump you?>
<Yeah, that's what they wanted.>
<Masters are like that. We do for them, then they do us>
<I can't touch my dick. Orders. I want to touch my dick>
<Fuck, that's a bummer. I got ordered to wank when I was put away>
. Ethan's dick jumped back to life at the thought of his friend being ordered to jack off. <Done it yet?>
<Yea, after you headed off. Felt good.>
<Arrrrrrr. Wanted to ask you to beat off for me. If I can't someone should>
<They have you on your back?>
<Were they in leather?>
<You are so predictable. No, naked>
<Like you have room to complain. I've been fucked by your Master, wouldn't be turning that down again.>
<No doubt he'll fuck you again. Next party maybe.> Ethan's cock twitched again at the suggestion he read from Dave. It hadn't really gone down since his Masters had fucked him. Dave's Master was a hot man with a big cock. <I'm hard again. Will take me a while to cum for you.>
<You're doing it? Thanks brother.>
<Yeah, hard to jack off while I'm texting, but thinking of you and me serving one of our Masters together, is working for me.>
<Fuck yeah. Get us all in Leather, hear that creaking, smell it...... get the buttons undone and that cock comes out>
<Dude, I'm throbbing here and I can't touch!> Ethan appreciated what his friend was doing, but imagining the scene was not helping him keep his hands off his dick.
<Fuck, just boots? You in just boots? That's so hot>
<Thought you'd like that>
<I'm going crazy here>
<I'm getting harder. Let me rub this out>
Ethan considered a cold shower, but rolled over instead. He gritted his teeth as the sheets rubbed on his dick. He wanted to hump the bed. Not technically prohibited, but it would still be disobedience. He rolled back over so his dick was in the air, clenching his fists over his eyes in frustration.
The slave breathed deep, it had been a while since he had been allowed to cum. He didn't get to choose when he came, that was up to his Masters. Ethan hopped out of bed to brush his teeth, turn off the lights, and crawl under the covers. Sleep eluded him as he stared into the darkness around him. The minutes dragged on, every second clawing at him. He had to get hold of himself, he had to be a good boy.
His dick did go down, his eyes did grow heavy. He saw a flash on his phone , giving him the last push to sleep.
Morning came again, and the white board was still there, Ethan blinked as he looked at it, the letters swimming before his eyes. He blinked a few times to bring everything into focus. Ethan sat up, and leaned forward. A caress on his phone in silent thanks to his friend for giving what relief he could have. The slave readied himself, checked his whiteboard, and being sure his hair was suitably spiked and went on to his breakfast duties.
Ethan was standing at the ready when Steve and Brock entered. Ethan moved to serve them, to have his Boss grab his arm and drag it down. Ethan looked at him, quickly discovered the intent, and ducked to climb under the table. The slave adjusted himself to suck Steve, who was undoing his pants.
The slave gave a lick to the the cock in front of him, before engulfing it with his mouth. It tasted clean, of the shower the man had taken before he came down. The freshness thrilled the slave, like he was charting new territory. The dick lengthened, a widening of the legs told Ethan he was having an early positive impact on his Boss. Ethan gripped his hands on the muscular legs under the pressed suit pants.
Hard dicks had a different taste, or so it seemed to Ethan. Fuller, richer. As if some exquisite spice were added. Ethan forced his head deep, sending the cockhead down his throat to please his Boss, to make this man feel good and powerful. A shoe scaped on Ethan's ass, his Master toying with him a bit. Ethan's own already hard dick jumped, feeling more servile to these men. Letting them use him. His place, to be used by them.
Ethan could not hear them above him, could not see them having the breakfast he prepared, knew only the hardness he was pleasing, the tease of the foot. Lost in his own service. His throat ravaged by his own will, his one will, to serve.
Pushing to the root, Steve pressed his legs together, Ethan kept his head and body in place, the cock cutting off his breath, Ethan suppressed a gag, worked his tongue as much as possible for the pleasure of the man. Ethan fought the urge to pull back, to gasp for air. He had to keep the cock in him. Keep it deep. The pressure of his Master's shoe was comforting, but the struggle to remain in place was hard.
An instant before Ethan thought he would have to force his head back, the legs released and he could do so freely. He gulped a quick breath and went back to work. Ethan could tell from the slight changes that his Boss was pleased with the show of domination and Ethan's acceptance. The dick in his mouth was harder, firmer. Ethan bobbed back and forth on it faster, increasing the pleasure.
Ethan loved sucking cock, and this was a chance to show his skills, and his skills were impressive. Steve as greatly distracted from his breakfast, to the amusement of his husband, who toyed with the slave under the table. But skill brings results, and Steve came in his slave's mouth, who swallowed it down.
Being a slave meant Ethan was bound to clean up the cock, using his tongue to return it to the pristine state it was when he started. A hopeless task, but one Ethan did dutifully. A gentle nudge signaled Ethan's work was done, and he came out from under the table, a side with neither man sitting at it. Slightly unsteady on his feet, Ethan went to his corner, turning to check the table and see if anything was needed.
Breakfast was done, both had finished eating, and were now drinking the last of their coffee. Ethan stood, his skimpy shorts forced out obscenely by his hard cock, pre-cum having wetted the front causing a noticeable wet patch. Ethan blushed, even if every inch of his body had been inspected and used by these men, it was still humiliating to be in this state. Ethan could see his Masters eyes on his crotch, knew they saw and Ethan's blush deepened.
They got up, on the way out, Master Brock ran his hand over the still hard dick of his slave, causing it to jump. Prohibited from touching it himself, Ethan had to close his eyes at the sensation.
Ethan took a moment to gather himself, looking at the empty room. Only a moment, then started on his duties. Dishes done and kitchen in order, it was time for his smoothie and workout. This was one of the days he did not leave to go to the fully equipped gym in town. Ethan used the free weights to keep his body toned and ready for whatever his Masters wanted.
Working up a sweat meant a new shower, and re-doing the spikes. Still in the brief shorts, Ethan entered his Masters' bedroom and made the bed, put the clothes in the laundry, tidied the bathroom and made it all look perfect.
Ethan got a drink of water from the kitchen, carrying the tumbler to his room. There he looked at his white board. Everything was in neat rows. The shelving job was marked through until one of his Masters said it was satisfactory. He was caught up on the daily tasks, at least for now. Some tasks were reoccurring, at times of the week or month. Some even once a year. A small smile appeared as Ethan saw what today required of him. Today he needed to attend to his Masters' Leathers. His favorite task.
Ethan went upstairs, to the room that contained the impressive collection of Leather his Masters had accumulated. Ethan stood in the doorway and gazed at it, letting the aroma engulf him. Shirts, jackets, pants, hats, belts, gloves, and of course boots. Other things as well. All of them Ethan had to keep in perfect order. Had to keep them all clean and conditioned.
The slave looked over everything with a discerning eye. Handling each item, looking for any spot that needed his attention. There were none. He inspected every week. Yet he still pulled every one out and checked it over. He needed each to be in tip top condition. Nothing could be wrong with any of it.
Categories of Leather were on a cycle to fully clean Today would be shirts. Ethan took the first shirt down and placed it on the work table. Leather cleaner was first, a soft cloth spreading it over every inch. The smell of the cleaner did it for Ethan, his dick began to get hard. He was taking care of his Master's Leather, the time and attention it deserved. So it could be worn by a strong man who commanded others. That is what Leather showed.
Ethan gave the cleaner time to do its job, to settle before wiping it off and applying the conditioner. Taking care of Leather was an involved process. Ethan took his time. It had to be perfect, completely perfect. His Masters would be seen in these. Other Doms and slaves would see his work. Know it was him. Know how his devotion showed in how he maintained the Leather. Five shirts in, Ethan was essentially high on the smell of the room. His dick was fully hard and his brain had that fog that blocked out everything else. Time was gone, might not exist for the slave transported away in his task.
Reaching for the next shirt which wasn't there brought Ethan back enough to check over the work he had done. Each was hanging up to dry. He was not done. There were so many pairs of boots he could not manage to clean them all in a single day, so each week, Ethan did several pairs. Each pair was different, each had their own style, and Ethan knew the taste of each one.
As Ethan applied the cleaner to the first boot, the memory of that same boot pressing on his ass. Every boot in here had been used on him, he had licked every inch of every boot. Taking care of their footwear reminded him that he was there to serve them, to make their lives easier, to please them. So any boot was ready when they wanted it. That every boot was ready even if they did not put them on. What was important is that everything could be used at any time. It took a lot of work, and Ethan did that work.
Working on boots took Ethan deeper into his trance, more than just leather, fine leather, it was that these went on his Masters' feet. He wanted to be sure that when he was prostrate on the floor they would be pristine. His would be the tongue on them. Each new boot he cleaned was slightly different, forming a rhythm in his fog.
Completely lost in his reverie, Ethan was shocked when a hand was placed on his shoulder. Ethan reached to grab the boot he had lost his grip on as he looked up to see his Master Brock. Master Brock's eyes revealed sternness, understanding, and amusement.
Ethan's head was spinning as he strove to comprehend his Master was there, that he was so deep in meditation he had not heard someone enter the house, much less the room. He had to say something, his Master was here, he needed to greet him. The slave slid to his knees, his face still showing he was not fully in control of his faculties. "Master, how may I serve you?"
Brock ran his hand through his slave's hair, enjoying that Ethan had been so involved in his task that he had not heard Brock arrive, had not noticed that Brock spend several minutes watching him. The concentration pleased Brock, knowing that Ethan was so turned on cleaning boots, so lost in it.
A slight pressure of direction was all that was needed to get Ethan's face to his Master's crotch. Ethan rubbed his face back and forth slowly, breathing in the scent that emanated from the trousers. Ethan found a way to put the boot down and grabbed his Master's calves. It felt so good to be with his Master, the scent of Leather still around.
Brock began to pull his zipper down, Ethan got the hint and took over, opening his Master's pants and laying soft, dry kisses on the shaft down to the head, where he took the impressive cock into his mouth.
The Master's cock hardened on the attention, his sexy slave starting to suck him. For Ethan, it was the ability to serve as he had been dreaming of only moments before. The heady aroma of Leather had worked all through his brain, so Ethan sucked with abandon. Brock's cock went to full hardness, and Ethan moved his hands up and down on his Master's legs. Ethan's head was moving rabidly, his tongue even faster. Brock groaned in the feeling. It was not just his cock, the devotion showed by this slave, the excitement the slave had worked himself into.
Brock let his slave go at it. The Leather excited Brock as well, the fact his boy had been working on the Leather for hours, making it gleam. Service to him and his husband, now servicing him. The work the boy did, day in and day out, the boy's willing service. It was fantastic having such power. Not that Ethan's cocksucking skills were anything to pass on, the boy gave incredible head.
The man wanted more. Making an effort, he pulled his dick from Ethan's mouth, pushing back on the slave's head at the same time. Ethan resisted, moved his lips to recapture the prick he had just been pleasuring. Again, Ethan was confused, the servitude had overwhelmed him.
Brock lifted Ethan up by his whole body, as Ethan was too far gone to fully manage his own body. The Master turned and bent the slave over the counter, pulling the skimpy shorts off in the same motion. Brock had to pull to get them past the strong erection of the boy. Ethan's training kicked in automatically and he spread his legs, a moan of desire escaping his throat.
Lube as near as this was not the first fucking Ethan had received surrounded by the Leather, and Brock was soon entering his boy's waiting hole. The slave gave an intake of breath combined with some higher pitched sounds that he was loving being empaled on his Master's cock, as much or more as Brock was loving empaling him.
Brock felt a surge of power as he entered his slave, knowing he was controlling his boy. The very boy how had been working so hard for him. Who now was directly pleasing him. Ethan's ass was warm and inviting, familiar in the way that excited him more. A hole he could have at any time, any way he wanted. Brock tried to start slow, to enjoy it, but the excitement of the situation was too much even for him, as in control of himself as he was, the temptation was too great, and he thrust with abandon.
Brock grabbed Ethan's sides and squeezed, trying to delay his own orgasm. Not cumming in the hot boy was always a challenge, he was a total turn on from his appearance to his subservience, to his own personality. Just using Ethan was exciting, add the Leather and the need to break from a rough day at work, and Brock could not hold on any more. With a roar that surprised even himself, Brock came deep into Ethan's ass. Ethan echoed his roar, part in receipt of the cum, part in the frustration he could not cum himself.
Breathing deep, Brock pulled out of Ethan, and shuffled back to sit in a chair, his suit pants half fallen down. Leaning on one hand, he watched his slave gasp for breath and slowly lift himself before going to his knees to crawl to his Master, extending his tongue to lick the spend cock.
The smell of Leather, of man, was even stronger now. Brock closed his eyes in contentment. ________________
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