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Trainer Sam, led me blindfolded into his car, i was still ignorant of where Master M actually lived. This time i was allowed to sit up.
"You stink, what did you do with that shirt clean a toilet or something? It's filthy"
After some twenty minutes the car stopped.
Take off that blindfold, you can walk from here. From the skyline i realised i was in Brixton, 20 minutes or so from home
"Get out, and take this with you."
A litre Evian bottle, full of yellow liquid.
"No, need to guess what that is"
"Thank You Sir"
"See You Monday"
Walking home through Brixton with a damp, skid marked shirt and carrying a bottle full of piss. What had i become?, i thought'
I did my best to walk quickly , avoiding the gazes of those still out doing some late afternoon, early evening shopping, i was desperate to be home as soon as possible.
Arrived home, it was coming to check in time. Took a picture of my dick, or rather my dick in its new home.
Added a photo of me with a glass of Trainer Sam's piss, a brief note of Thanks.
"Thank You sir for allowing me to serve You today, it was an honour. Thank You for taking time to chastise and punish me.'
As expected, i received no response.
Monday came along. Work. Sat at my desk checking emails, Darren walked in,
"Hello Tommy, how was your weekend?" He asked,
"Thomas. Ok, friends, and household chores. You?"
"Not bad Tommy. Kept myself busy, cleaning, shopping in Brixton, the gym."
"Brixton, great i thought, i hope he wasn't there when i was."
"Anyway, Tommy , I'm off, send me a calendar invite to chat on Wednesday."
"Thomas. will send one right away"
Wednesday came. Darren entered the office in an amazingly well cut suit. There was no doubt he was an Alpha Male, that he knew what he wanted, and probably would get it.
Time for that coffee he said, come on Tommy, Mine's a Black Americano. Seeing that you invited Me, I assumed you would be paying.
Tomma...Yes, of course. I replied laughing nervously.
The chat over coffee had me on edge.We discussed work, my current project, how i felt it was progressing. Darren was pleasant , friendly, but inquisitive and and times i felt i was being interrogated.
It didn't help that i could spot a huge bulge in his trousers,, at least 10 inches, which made me realise that even unlocked and free my six inch one when erect was rather insignificant. It didn't help that when it comes to eye contact i wasn't good at it, so i found my self fixating far too often on his crotch.
"Tommy, Tommy ..."
"Tomma, sorry my mind must have wondered."
"Tommy, just asking what do you do when not at work?"
"This and that, nothing really exciting," (In my head i wanted to say i'm a sub slave who enjoys serving men like You)
"A dark horse , eh, Tommy. I'm sure I'll find out more over the next few months. Let's head back to the office."
Friday, my boss called me into a meeting
"Tommy"
She had never called me that before. I had always been Thoams.
"Tommy, we are restructuring the teams,it's been decided to move you to a different project. From Monday you will be working for Darren. He's got a really good leadership experience and He said that He would really like it if He had you on His team."
"Are you Ok with that?"
After some hesitation, I said Yes, that would be great to serve, sorry support Him,
The weekend crawled by, i kept the morning and evening meeting with my Trainers, drinking their piss, and now both had started adding a good dollop of phlegm to the mix. Sending unacknowledged photos to Master M, and now thinking how i would cope working for Darren.
Monday came round again.
Hello Tommy, it's going to be good having you work for Me. I'm certain we will be a good team. Just remember I'm in charge.
Yes Darren, i've been looking forward to it all weekend. What do you want me to do first.
Thought you'd never ask Tommy - Coffee. Get me some.
I went out for the coffee, my caged dick was struggling in its confinement.
I put the coffee on His desk, You are a good boy Tommy, Thanks.
The rest of the morning was mundane, emails, phone calls and of course my hourly photos to Master M. Photos that remained unacknowledged.
1pm, Lunchtime Tommy, go get Me a sandwich, Cheese and Ham.
Yes Boss, i replied,
Returning with his sandwich, he was slouched back in his chair, with his size 13 feet on the desk, i was transfixed, wondering what it would be like to get my tongue between each toe.
The afternoon went quickly mainly because my mind was on Darren's feet. Good Night Tommy , you've been a good boy today. See you tomorrow. Good night Boss i replied.
The following morning, i was again in the coffee shop getting Darren some Coffee. Lunchtime i was buying his sandwiches.
The day proceeded much like Monday, emails, my photos to Master M (STILL UNACKNOWLEDGED) . Being called good boy
in the coffee shop, getting Darren's coffee and a muffin, i suddenly realised i had stopped correcting Darren when he called me Tommy. My name was Thomas, no one had called me Tommy since I made it clear i hated the diminutive on my 8 birthday, i was also calling Him Boss. Where did that come from. He certainly didn't seem to object when I did. The lack of objection to being patronised by him calling me a Good Boy, i wasn't some office junior.
And why was i paying for his coffee, and those sandwiches. Was this a sign of my true submissive nature coming out.
Placing the coffee on the table. Coffee Boss. Good Boy. I tell you what make sure i have a coffee on my desk by 8.30 each morning.
Yes Boss.
Wednesday - much the same in work. Tommy this, Tommy that. Even in meetings with other staff members who had known me as Thomas for the two years i had worked for the company.
Coffee, sandwiches , all paid for by me. Twice that morning my assigned time to send Master M a shot of my locked dick coincided with Darren being in the bathroom. On the second occasion he commented Piss shy are we Tommy Boy. What's wrong with the urinal?
I reacted with a nervous laugh. How could i explain that i was owned by Master M, that i was obliged to send Him regular photos of my locked dick and anyway, peeing standing up was impossible.
That afternoon we had an important meeting, scheduled to end just before my 3pm cage shot was due, it over ran, i became quite agitated and when it finally finished at 3.10 i rushed to the bathroom, to get the picture taken and sent.
Sorry Sir for the delay a work meeting overran, i added. Not knowing if these pictures were actually even being looked at. If it hadn't been for the fact that i was still serving the trainers in the morning and evening, who were clearly obeying their own ordered from Master M in how to treat me, i'd have thought he had forgotten about me.
Returning to the office, Darren was there talking on the phone.
`Tommy Boy, I think he's ok - perhaps he's just got a small bladder, he's always having to piss"
Blushing i sat down, and carried on with my work until it was time to head home.
Thursday. 8.25 . No sooner had i placed a coffee down Darren announced that there was another meeting, He wanted me to attend with Him. Starting at 8:45, ending at 10. He wanted me to take the minutes. I realised that would mean missing two photos to Master M. I dreaded what that would mean, but felt i had to bite the bullet workwise.
It was the longest and dullest meeting ever, made bearable by the handsomeness of Darren, he may have been infantaising me though this week but i was still in awe. By 9:45 i was getting agitated, tapping my feet trying to get the meeting to end quickly. It worked sort of 9:55 Darren drew the meeting to a close.
I jumped from my chair and ran to the bathroom.
In the stall , I dropped my trousers, sent an apologetic message to Master M, Recognising i would no doubt be punished,
I set up the camera ,took a photo and sent. Just then the door swung open.
Stood there was Darren.
Tommy what the fuck are upup to leaving like that. Jesus Boy, what the hell is that.
He started to laugh.
Are you locked? I knew there was something odd going on.
10 minutes back at the office.
You have a lot of explaining to do.
Tommy Boy , is a locked boy . A locked tiny dicked boy He said as He left the bathroom.
I tidied myself up, approached the office, instinct told me i should knock
"Who is it"
"Me Boss, Tommy Boy"
"Come in"
I slowly opened the door ...