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I wake up the next morning, look at my phone and it's 10am. I feel a bit groggy but not too hungover and my back's a bit stiff as I've slept on the sofa. I get up and check on Tom. He's still asleep. I'd left a glass of water on the bedside table, which is mostly empty. That's a good sign I think, he must've woke up and had some water. I refill the glass and leave some paracetamol next to it. He's gonna need them, I'm sure.
I have a shower and get dressed. I need to get myself some breakfast. I leave a note for Tom:
'Drink plenty of water and take the paracetamol if you need it. If you can handle it eat something like plain toast. I'll be back in a few hours. Don't leave the fucking flat!'
I walk around for a bit to clear my head and then find somewhere which looks like it does a decent breakfast. I order my food and get some coffee. One of the great thing about Melbourne is its coffee scene. So much good craft coffee.
I text Lucy and apologise again about last night and say I'd like to meet her again sometime. I don't get a reply so no surprise there. I hope she's just sleeping and I'll hear from her later.
I also text Eric and Mike and find out how they're feeling today, I expect they're both hungover.
I get a reply from Eric "Feel like death mate. And u? How is Tom?
"I'm fine, wasn't that drunk. Tom's alive, sleeping. Had to put him in my bed and I slept on the sofa. Didn't want to leave him alone in his apartment, not in the state he was in"
"You're a good guy. Sorry about your lady friend"
Not as sorry as Tom will be, I mutter to myself as I read that.
"Let me know if you hear from Mike, wanna know he's ok. I also need to talk to you both later about last night" I reply back.
"Cool will do. Chat later"
As I have my breakfast I'm thinking about what to do with Tom. A plan is starting to form in my mind. I'm gonna need to go shopping. I know where to get most of the things but I need to look up sex shops. There's one not far from me, opens at 12, perfect I thought.
It's about 2pm when I get back to the apartment. Tom is still in bed but he's sat up and on his phone.
"How you feeling?" I ask
"Like shit. My head is killing me and I've thrown up twice in your toilet. Sorry."
"You eaten anything?"
"Had a bit of toast, don't think I can handle anything else"
"Ok, get some rest and drink lots of water"
"Do you want me leave and go to my own apartment"
"No, I think it's best you stay here. I can keep an eye on you"
"Ok, thanks. Are you mad at me for getting so smashed? How did I even get here?"
I ignore the question, he's in no state to deal with what happened. I don't want him to be groggy or hungover when he's dealing with the consequences of his actions. "Get rested. I'll be out on the balcony"
I spend most of the day doing very little apart from watching Netflix. I have lots of time to ponder about Tom. I have second thoughts about the whole Master / slave thing, is this lifestyle really for me? For a few weeks it seemed like no big deal but as I found out there's very real consequence to this, it's not just play. I was very tempted to reach out to Will ask for help or even tell him I'm out, but I really didn't want to disappoint him.
I did hear back from Lucy, she was wandering what sort of friends I have, Tom didn't exactly leave a good impression. I tell her he's a work colleague and they only called me because we're staying in the same building and I know him from London. She accepts the explanation and we agree we'll try and meet up again in the next fews days.
I also speak to Mike and Eric and convince them not to tell anyone about this. I tell them we'll handle this in London when we return and making this an issue now will jeopardise the project we're all working on.
The only other thing I do is message my Airbnb host, turns out Tom's apartment is also rented from the same person, he has several apartments in this building. Must be a rich property magnate I guess.
Tom is feeling better in the evening, I decide not to do anything tonight. We order pizza and watch a film. I think I hardly said a word to him apart from making sure he's ok.
After the film, Tom asks if he can go back to his own apartment. I don't allow it and tell him he's sleeping on the sofa. He doesn't argue with me, I'm sure he can tell he's in big trouble.
The next morning I wake up feeling well rested and full of energy. Tom's still asleep, I put on my running clothes and and go for a run outdoors. It's overcast today and not too hot, perfect for a run. I run for about an hour then return home with a coffee. Tom' still asleep, that's annoying. I wake him up and tell him to go home, shower and be back int 20 minutes and don't be late. I use that time to shower myself and get ready for the day.
When Tom returns he undresses and waits for my instructions. His cock is dangling in front of him, slightly covering his balls.
"How many times have you masturbated since I let you loose?" I ask
"I haven't sir"
"Are you sure about that?"
"Yes sir"
I go up to him and grab his balls as if measuring to see how full they are. I then squeeze them and he winces in pain. I grab his penis and walk him to the sofa and I sit down and point to him to sit on the floor in front of me. He sits down and crosses his legs.
"So what happened on Friday" I ask
"I don't remember much"
"Well start at the beginning and tell me everything you do remember"
"Umm well I had a few drinks in the office. I was there until about 7, most people had left by then. I went to a bar around the corner with Eric, Mike and Amanda"
I had to think for a moment who was Amanda. Not someone I'd really spoken to.
"What happened there?"
"Not much, it was really busy, we got a drink and just chatted. After that we went to a few more bars, did a bit of a pub crawl."
"Was Amanda with you all the time?"
"No she left after the second or third place we went to, just before we ended up at the karaoke bar."
"And all this time you were just drinking beer?"
"We did some shots too"
"And after the karaoke bar did you go to a club?" I ask
"Yeh, it must've been about midnight when we hit the club"
"Were you smoking?"
"Yes I had a few"
"What did you smoke?"
"Just the duty free cigarettes I bought"
"Nothing else?"
"No sir"
"So you didn't smoke a joint?"
Tom's head drops, "Yes I did. Sorry"
"Why lie about that? We've done that together before"
"I forgot about that sir, I didn't mean to lie"
"Ok, you smoked cigarettes, had a joint, obviously lots of alcohol. Did you take anything else"
"Yes sir, there was a pill" he says quietly.
"What sort of pill?"
"I don't know, a guy in the club sold it to me when I got in. I can't remember what he said it was"
"You dumb fuck, you took a pill and had no idea what it was. What's wrong with you?"
"I don't know, I was drunk"
"What do you remember about the club"
"Not much, I was dancing. I think I had a good time"
"Do you remember leaving and how you got back?"
"No, it's a blank."
I turn on the TV and Tell Tom to face it. I then go on my phone, find the video of his antics and cast it to the TV.
We watch in silence. A few moments after the video ends Tom has his face in his hands. I think he now realises how badly he's fucked up.
"Turn around and look at me" I say
He turns and looks up but doesn't make eye contact. "Now do you remember?"
"No, but I've fucked up. I'm really sorry mate"
"Don't" I shout. "Let's get one thing clear, we're not mates anymore. I'm not gonna be friends with someone like that." I point at the TV which is playing the video on loop.
He lowers his head. "Look at me you dumb fuck. I now understand why Will has you locked up and under his control. 2 days, I go lax on you and you start groping women, you're a fucking menace."
"I'm sorry" he says again.
"That's not good enough. It's bad enough what you did to that girl and how she would've felt about it all. But you did it in front of people from work. Mike and Eric don't know you. Don't you care about your career? And my reputation also. Everyone knows we're friends, I recommended you to come out here. And this is all on video, I wasn't there and I have it, who else do you think will have seen it by now."
"Oh my god. I'm so sorry." That's all he can say. "What can I do, how can I fix this?"
"There's fuck all you can do. You're too much of a fuck wit to fix anything. I got a call from Eric after the bouncer had kicked you out the club. I had to come and get you. My date Lucy was with me. She saw that. Do you think I have any chance with her now?"
He just nods his head.
"Maybe I should've left you there, let the bouncers deal with you"
He's quiet then says "Thanks for coming to get me. I was fucked, I didn't know what I was doing"
"That's no excuse."
We sit in silence for a moment, then I say "I'm going to fix everything. I've already spoken to Mike and Eric"
"Thank you" he says.
"Listen to me very carefully. I'm only gonna says this once so get it through your thick head" I pause for a second and he nod his head.
"Up till now I thought this was a game. Now I know you're an out of control sex pest, and you can't be let loose. There's no choice this time, you're a slave now and I'm your master. We're going to be making some changes and I'm going to make sure you never get the chance to do anything like this again. I'm putting my neck on the line to clean up this mess so better be fucking grateful and do everything I say."
"But sir, what are..."
"Shut up and don't interrupt me" I say loudly. "If you've got a problem with this, I can't stop you from walking out of here. But we're done if you choose to do that. You deal with the consequences of your actions. This the last decision you get to make before I hand you back to Master William. You can walk out or you stay."
He sits there for a minute trying to decide what to do.
"If you need to think about it then you should get the fuck out of here, you're beyond help."
He quickly stands up. "No please. I need your help. I'm out of control. I need a master in my life. Please, I'll do everything you say"
"Ok then" I Stand up, lift his chin up and make eye contact. "You do everything I say. No arguing, no hesitations, nothing. I'm gonna make you into an obedient little slave boy. Right now you're not even that. Do you understand?"
"Yes Master"
I get up and put my shoes on and tell Tom to get dressed, we're going out. He does as he's told. He doesn't ask where we're going. I tell him to walk 2 steps behind me, he's not worthy of walking next to me.
We walk for 10 minutes and get to an old school barbershop. There's 3 chairs, all the barbers are guys in there 50's. There's a few customers waiting so Tom and I take a seat. He's really nervous, he can tell what's gonna happen. He's proud of his hair and puts a lot of effort into looking good.
About 30 minutes later it's our turn, I tell Tom to get in the chair. The barber asks Tom what are we doing today. I get up and answer.
"Number 1 all over buzz cut".
The barber's surprised to hear that. "Is that what you want? He asks Tom.
"I make his decisions, ain't that right boy?" I say
Tom goes red and replies quietly "Yes sir"
I think the barber gets what's going on, he smiles and nods at me.
He drapes the cape around Tom, pushes his head down and starts the clippers at the back of his head. I see the hair being sheared off but I'm not happy with the amount left on his head. I stop the barber and quietly ask him if he can go shorter, the barber smiles and and nods again. I also suggest that he turns the chair around so Tom can't see in the mirror what's happening. The barber agrees.
The chair is turned around and all of Tom's hair is being buzzed off and he's now forced to look at the customers. Most of them are watching him intently. It's quite a transformation.
Eventually the barber turns off the clippers. Tom's basically bald. I don't think the look suits him but it's not meant to. The barber walks up to me and whispers something in me ear. I look at Tom who is staring intently at us. I look at him smile then nod at the barber, agreeing to his suggestion.
The barber goes over to the sink and does whatever he has to. Then comes up to Tom with a brush in hand and starts brushing a shaving lather onto his head. It takes a minute for Tom to figure out what's going on and his eyes go wide. The barber's now holding a straight razor, sees the panic in his face and calmly holds his chin and says "Stay calm boy, the razor's really sharp you don't want any cuts".
I like the way the barber is handling Tom. The barber makes short work of completely shaving Tom bald. When he's satisfied he wipes the remaining cream of Tom's head with a towel, removes the cape and announces all done.
Tom stands up turns arounds to look in the mirror. He can't believe what he's seeing, there's not a single hair left on his head. The barber standing behind him, rubs his head and says "nice baldy"
I almost burst out laughing. I get up and walk over to them and rub Tom's head. It's totally smooth. I thank the barber, tell him he's done a great job and ask how much we owe?
"Pay the man", I tell Tom.
Tom looks at me awkwardly, "I didn't bring my wallet sir, I don't have any money"
"What?" I shout, intentionally making a scene so the other customers would listen. "How could you come for a haircut with no money, how do you intend to pay the man for your lovely haircut"
"I don't know sir, maybe you could"
"You ungrateful little fu.." I stop myself from staring, there's two kids in the shop and shouldn't hear language like that.
The barber turns to me and says "Sir, maybe we should talk outside for a moment. Boy you stay here"
We both walk out the shop.
"Hi, I'm Phil" The barber introduces himself and give me his hand to shake.
"I'm Sam" I say shaking his hand.
"I think I know what's going on here, you're his Master and is he a sub or a slave?"
"Yeh, and he's been very bad"
"I've never seen you guys on the scene here before. Are you new here or do you not go to any of the bdsm clubs?"
"We're both from London, visiting for a few weeks. Don't really know about the scene here."
"I'm a master myself and have a stable of boys I dom regularly."
At this point a take a good look at Phil. He's probably about 50, has a shaved head and is actually quite muscled. His got a big build but don't think he's fat. "Cool" is all I can respond with.
He offers me a business card "Take my card, if you're interested we can chat about slaves and maybe you want to go to a club night, there's a decent fetish scene here in Melbourne"
"Thanks, that could be fun." I take his card. "How much do I owe you for him in there?"
"$15 but don't worry about it, I enjoyed doing it. Once I figured out what was going on, I was hard during most of the cut. I got a thing for skinheads and head shaving. Part of the reason why I'm a barber"
"That's cool, glad you enjoyed it. Take the money anyway I insist"
I go back inside to get Tom. I make my disapproval known and tell Tom he'll have to think of a way to thank the man for the wonderful haircut. We'll be back in a few days.
As we walk back to the apartment Tom is getting a lot of stares and he spends a lot of time rubbing his head. I get a message from our Airbnb host. I reply to it and then I expect Tom to be getting a message. Sure enough his phone pings and I tell him to give me his phone, I need to respond to the Airbnb message. He's about to ask why but then decides not to and simply unlocks the phone and hands it to me.
When we get back to our building I tell Tom to go to his apartment, clean himself up, he's covered in hair. Then pack up all his stuff and bring it up to my apartment.
Meanwhile I pack up all my things, the Airbnb host is here, we chat for a bit and make the arrangements I need.
About an hour later Tom is at my apartment about to get undressed and I stop him.
"Keep your clothes on baldy. We're not staying. Give me the keys to your apartment."
He hand them to me then we walk out and get into the lifts and go up to the 42nd floor.
I open the door to another apartment.
"Get naked" I shout at Tom.
He stands there with a dumb look on his face.
"This is our new home for the rest of the trip. It's a 2 bed apartment. I've swapped both our apartments for this one. That's what the airbnb message was about. Now get undressed. I never wanna see with clothes on in here"
I'd decided Tom couldn't be trusted with his own place. As we had the same host for both our apartments and he also owned this one I was able to arrange a swap. The price of this was less then the combined price of the other two and as this was available he didn't mind letting me swap as long as Tom agreed.
I've taken the master bedroom and I walk Tom into the second bedroom. It's really a box room with small single bed and a chest of drawers. "This is your room. Unpack your stuff, I'll be back shortly."
I sort out a few things in the other 2 apartments and make sure they're in a state to give back to the host and move my stuff up to the new apartment. The new apartment is much nicer. I've got an ensuite bathroom. The main bathroom has massive bathtub which is something the 1 bedroom apartments didn't have. The balcony is also twice as big, it has a 4 seater table, perfect for entertaining a few guests on nice summers evening.
Once all that's done I need to continue dealing with Tom.
I take Tom into the bathroom.
"Hands up behind your head" I tell him.
His armpits are now exposed. I've got some hair trimmers. I remove the attachment on them and remove all his armpit hair. His chest his almost completely smooth apart from the odd hair. I remove whatever I see. His got hair below his belly button going all the way down to his pubes. I attack those and then start work on the his pubic hair. His hair was already trimmed down there, I guess it made it easier to put the cage on but I wanted it completely smooth. It takes a while to do that and I get bored.
"Take over, I want all your pubic hair gone. You don't deserve any. When you've got everything with the trimmer, use the shaving cream and razor to make sure you're complete smooth. If I see any hair left I'll pluck it with tweezers"
"Yes sir" says Tom. I hand him the clippers and leave him to it.
I start unpacking my stuff in my room. It's a lot bigger then what I had before and I've got a king size bed. I hate packing or unpacking and I consider maybe my slave should do this. I'm quite particular about where things go and I know if he does it I'll just get annoyed.
I return to the bathroom, Tom is just finishing doing his armpits with the razor. I didn't expect the armpits to shaved smooth like that but I don't mind. I inspect his crotch and it's completely smooth. No hairs on his balls or anywhere in that area.
"Good boy, now bend over the bath tub. Let's check your ass."
"His ass is mostly smooth, until you get to his crack which has some hair around it. I grab the hair trimmer and get rid of those hairs. Then apply shaving cream and remove make his ass smooth. I'd love to eat that ass right now but I've got to control myself, he certainly doesn't deserve that sort of pleasure.
I then look at his arms and legs. He's not very hairy there and the few hairs he has blend in quite nicely with his olive skin so they're not very obvious. I decide to leave them for now.
"You don't deserve any hair boy. I'm not gonna make you shave your arms and legs but any more fuck ups and I'm taking you to get them waxed."
"Yes sir, thank you sir"
"Take a shower and get yourself cleaned up, then clean up the bathroom"
"Yes sir"
"When you're done come into the living and wait for me. Oh and make sure your ass is clean"
I leave him to it in the bathroom.
When he's done I'm waiting for him in the living room.
I give him some elbow and knee pads.
"Put these on boy"
He does as he's told but looks confused.
I then push him down to his knees and put a leather dog collar around his neck. It's got hooks for me to attach a leash if I want to.
"Get on all fours like the bitch you are"
He does as he's told, I walk around to his arse and start spanking it with my bare hands. After a bit it's stinging my hands but I don't care I keep doing it. When I get tired of that, Tom's his ass is red but I notice his cock is rock hard. I give it a few strokes, he moans then I let go.
I then get a butt plug which is like a dog's tail. The plug is quite thick, I use a bit of lube and force it up his bum. He winces in pain.
I get up and go sit on the sofa.
"Come here boy"
He tries to stand up.
"No, you crawl. You're now just a little dog boy, you don't get to walk"
He bows his head and crawls over to me.
I stroke his bald head and behind his ears like I might do with a pet.
"Listen up, for now whenever you're in this apartment, this is your outfit. You will wear the collar and the tail. The pads are optional for your comfort. Unless your chores require you to stand you're to be on all fours like a dog at all times. You can remove the tail only to use the toilet. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir"
I wonder, should I let my dog boy talk. It could be fun to have him bark but I think that'll make things more difficult. Maybe if he fucks up again.
"The collar stays on except at work. If you go out anywhere except for work you wear the collar"
"Yes master"
"You're going to take care of this place and me. Cooking, cleaning grocery shopping, you take care of all that. Any needs I have you're going to take care of them"
"Yes sir, I'll take good care of you"
"Question for you boy. Should I lock up your cock or leave you free?"
He's surprised to hear that and looks up at me "I don't know sir. I'd be very glad if you leave me unlocked"
"How can I be sure you won't play with yourself?"
"I won't sir I promise"
"Hmmm, I just don't know if I can trust you. I think I need a second opinion. Let's talk to Mark tonight. Show him what you've become and see what he thinks. No one will know you better than your own twin brother. What do you think boy?"
Tom hesitates, he obviously doesn't want his brother to see him like this. "If you think that'll help sir." He replies.
"I do, we'll call him later when it's morning in London"
I then bring my feet up to Tom's face. "Clean my feet with your tongue and then give me a foot massage"
He doesn't hesitate and starts sucking on my left toe. He must've done this for Will. I wonder what else he's done with Will. He's been living this lifestyle for many years. Most of the stuff I'm thinking of doing with Tom I've just researched in the past few days, maybe he's done it all. Or maybe he's just a pervert and nothing fazes him.
He spends the next 30 minutes giving my feet a good tongue bath and massaging them. I keep rubbing his head with my feet, can't believe how smooth it feels.
I then decide to send him for a little walk. I give him a shopping list. I don't really need the stuff right now I just want to send him out with his collar. I tell him to wear the tank top and shorts he wore to the market and go commando. As he's about to leave I attach a small padlock to the collar. He can't sneakily remove it now. He realises that and despondently leaves the apartment.
He returns about an hour later. The sun has come out and it's quite warm now. I'm sat outside on the massive balcony. He's naked except for his collar and tail, I tell him to come out side. He crawls on all fours and then crouches down next to me. I pat his head and it's quite sweaty. I worry it could burn. I get him some suncream and smear it onto his bald head and rub it in. The sun is hitting the balcony so it's for the best. He'll need to do that whenever he goes outside. He won't be allowed to wear a hat.
I'm watching something on my laptop, he's sat on floor next to my leg and I absentmindedly stroke his head and back, just like you might do with a pet dog. After about 45 minutes, he moves and starts to crawl inside.
"Where do you think you're going?" I ask
"I need to pee sir"
"No need to go inside, dog's can go outdoors." I point to the corner of the balcony where there's a small drain for the rainwater.
He looks at me then slowly crawls over to the drain. He goes to stand up.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm going to pee"
"Dog's don't stand up to pee"
He look at me then down at the drain and finally realises what he has to do. He gets back down on all fours. He the tries to figure out the best angle to do this.
"And don't make a mess" I shout
He eventually hitches up one leg like a dog would do, uses his hand to point his cock at the drain. A dog wouldn't do that but I don't stop him, I don't actually want piss splashing all over the place.
He's like that for a while before he starts pissing. I guess he got a bit of stage fright as he knows I'm watching. It's quite funny watching him go like that but also kind of hot. When he's done he shakes the last few drops and crawls away from the drain. Despite his best efforts there's some piss splashed around.
"You made a bit of a mess you filthy boy. Get some water from inside to drain away your piss. You can clean the balcony properly later. You better walk inside, I don't want you getting piss in there."
He does as he's told then comes and sits by me like he was before. Don't know how long we're like that for, I continue watching Netflix and petting Tom.
I start getting hungry and get Tom to make dinner. He crawls inside and only stands up once he's in the kitchen. Once dinner is ready I head to the dining table and see he's set two plates.
"What's this boy, are we expecting company?"
"Umm no sir, just you and I"
"Dogs don't eat at the table, you've lost that privilege"
I sit at the table and he moves his plate to the floor and sits next to me. I pat his head and then serve some food on to his plate. I take away his cutlery.
He looks up at me and then realises dogs don't use a knife and fork. He slowly starts eating with his hands. I think dogs don't do that either but let it go, I don't need him making a mess on the floor.
Again dinner is great, Tom really is a good cook.
After dinner Tom cleans up. I'm sat on the sofa watching tv. I have Tom on the floor, his face in my crotch. He's just lick and sniffing me through my shorts. We stay like that for ages, I'm just enjoying the sensation and don't feel the need to fuck his mouth just yet.
It's about 9pm, I connect my laptop to the TV, ready to call Mark. I'd earlier sent him a Zoom link and arranged the time to speak to him.
Mark appears on the screen. He's topless and looks like he's in bed with his laptop resting on his lap or legs. He looks as stunning as his brother used to and has a bit of bed head which makes him look even more cute.
"Hi Mark" I say
"Hey Sam" he replies then pauses as he checks out Tom. "Ummm hi Tom"
Tom doesn't say anything and just looks down.
"How are you Mark?"
"All good here, thanks"
"How's you ass after the spanking"
"It's fine now" he says sheepishly "What happened to him?"
"He was very bad" I say. "Tom, go up to the camera let your brother have good look at you"
Tom crawls up to the TV and the laptop which is next to it. He then turns around and shows his tail. He then slowly crawls back to me. As he's crawling back I notice his semi-hard. I guess the humiliation of his brother seeing him as a dog was a bit of a turn on. He comes back to the sofa and this time I get him to lean back against the sofa and spread his legs so dick and plugged as are in full view on screen. It's a bit awkward for him sitting like that with the tail but he'll cope.
"You see Mark, your brother really fucked up on Friday night. He was given a bit of freedom and couldn't handle it. He's now not even a slave boy, he's just a dog boy. He even pisses like a dog"
"What did he do" asks Mark.
"Tell your brother what happened" I say to Tom.
Tom looks up at the screen and starts telling his story. As he's doing this I casually reach down and stroke Tom's cock. He moans and leaks a little bit. I scoop up the pre-cum on the tip of his cock and feed it to him. He pauses talking while he sucks on my finger, then continues.
When Tom has finished Mark is furious.
"How could you do that, you're such a douche. This was your chance to prove yourself that you don't need the stupid cock cage anymore."
"I'm sorry" Tom mumbles
"Don't you get it, if you hadn't fucked up maybe I could've convinced Master William to give me a chance and get me out of this." He reaches down and grabs his balls and brings his caged cock into view. "Fuck I'm so horny. This could've been our way out you dumb prick"
"Don't blame him Mark. I honestly thought he could handle it and I didn't understand why Will locked you both up. I was wrong, you guys can't control yourselves so it's best for everyone you stay locked up."
"You see" Mark shouts, "Sam's only known about this for a few weeks and now even he thinks we're both out of control. And you've shown him you're just an animal and he thinks the same of me."
"Calm down, mate." I say "As you can see I'm dealing with your brother."
"I know, and thanks Sam. I just wish he wasn't such a screw up"
"Everyone makes mistakes but we're working on it" I stroke Tom's bald head as I say that, treating him like a pet or an infant.
"But still, you gave him a chance and he blew it. Master never does that. I'll never get a chance like that to show I can be unlocked like a normal person"
I honestly hadn't expected the conversation to go like that. I didn't realise how frustrated Mark was with the whole situation and what a big deal this opportunity could've been to both of them. I'd only arranged this call to humiliate Tom and now I just felt bad for Mark.
"Mate, I'm sorry Will doesn't trust you to free your dick. You're not the same as your dumb ass brother, maybe you'll get a chance to show that." I say, trying to make him feel better.
"I hope you're right Sam. Sometimes it just feels so hopeless and I'm just so horny all the time."
Soon after that we end the call, Mark is really upset and angry at Tom. I don't even bother asking Mark if Tom should be locked up, didn't seem appropriate. I wasn't gonna take Mark's advice anyway that was just a way to make Tom feel even more awkward.
"It's bedtime for you my little dog boy" I say to Tom"
"Go to the bathroom and do what you gotta do, you're staying plugged all night"
15 minutes later Tom crawls out of the bathroom and I walk him to his bedroom.
"I want you in my room at 7am. You're gonna use your talented mouth to wake me up every morning. Set your alarm so you're not late."
I stroke his cock while he does that and get it full hard.
I then attach mitts to each of his hands so they're balled up and close the zips on them. He's staying unlocked but won't be able to easily play with himself.
I tuck him into bed, rub his head and say "Goodnight little doggy"
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