Kyle had gotten used to the schedule. He'd peddle or hitch home from class as fast as he could so he could shower, trim body hair and prepare himself.
He never knew what would be required of him, so he stuffed some of the goo inside, as deep inside him as he could. Its coolness felt good around his lips and inside after sitting in lectures all day long. And the new jar he bought partially numbed him. It wasn't that he couldn't stand the discomfort, but it allowed him to endure immediatly whatever invasion was ahead.
He did several situps and leg lifts followed by some pushups. He wanted to look his best.
And he waited.
It started when he was a senior in high school as an experiment. He wasn't sure if it was what he wanted. But after the first afternoon, there was no doubt.
Instead of going to some college away from his hometown he stayed put. The local community college was two years of preparation and he could live at home saving money.
His parents didn't mind either. As time progressed, they let Kyle live his life without interference or the inquisitions he got in high school. He was 18 after all. But he didn't take advantage of that.
There was the time his father had to retrieve him from the local sheriff station. He wasn't mad just shook his head. Kyle detected a smile his father gave to one of the cops as well. That helped the embarassment he felt being naked and forced to sit naked in the jail cell. It had been a wild party, drugs, drings and sex. He had come a long way since high school.
Miller entered the house through the basement door Kyle left unlocked. He stared for a second at the naked Kyle who knelt on the floor with his head bowed.
"Good" Kyle heard Miller say. He patted Kyle's buzz cut hairdo.
"On all fours" he added and Kyle complied. He had learned to do what Miller said. For almost three years he had been trained to keep quiet and be available.
Sometimes the older boy would arrive, fuck his face or ass and leave. Other times he would command Kyle to massage, lick and suck him. Once in awhile he would arrive almost wild, pushing Kyle to the floor and fucking him hard more then once.
Now and then Kyle would get a phone call listening to his orders carefully to make sure the session would be all Miller wanted. What to wear, where to be, what position to be in.
He could be naked in the shower stall ready to be showered by Miller and friends. Other times he would be in his high school gym shorts ready to be stripped and raped. He could be ordered to be naked and outside the door. Now and then he would blindfold himself knowing that Miller or someone he knew would be inserting their sex in him and leave without him knowing their identity.
During those sessions, Kyle would imagine guys he remembered from gym class, or had seen on the street or those in the college he attended. They might be straight or closeted. He would even imagine his Uncle or Miller father who was very hot looking man or celebrities. That made him wilder which left him usually exhausted, sweaty and panting as he heard the anonymous assaulter leave his basement apartment.
Miller commanded and he stood to perform the chore of slowly stripping the boy, licking where he was told to lick, sucking what he was told to suck as he did so. He had done this before, allowed to worship the tall body that had taken charge of his sexual existence.
Few words were spoken and only then by Miller. He stood in the shower as Kyle bathed him like a roman slave. He cupped the fleshy globes that manufactored the juices he would consume later. He soaped and massaged feet, legs, back, neck and shampooed the boys hair.
"Got a date later with Ellen, so do a good job" Miller told him. It excited Kyle to think he was preparing a straight man to be with a girl after emptying his prostate in or on him. He was the mistress, the whore, the meat the recepticle for Miller's needs.
He patted the body he had come to worship with the towel. It was the same towel he used on himself. Kyle would inhale Miller's aroma first then spread his smell over his own body daily.
"Massage" Miller said taking Kyle's hard cock in his hand like a leash and walked to the bed.
Kyle straddle the older boy kneading his muscles. He had learned the body's muscle structure well. And he took a course in massaging so he would touch the places Miller needed to be worked on.
He never knew what would happen once his young Master turned over. As he massaged the boys chest, stomach, thighs, crotch, feet his cock would harded even more in antipation of being ordered to suck on the cock he loved or sit on it letting it spiral up inside him.
Other times Millery would grab him and jab into him like a proper slaveboy.
He massaged and bent forward without a command to lick and suck on the nipples stretched by his previous months servicing him. Miller didn't push him away or correct his action without an order.
"Sit" Miller commanded.
Kyle closed his eyes as he held the cock against his asslips and opened up to recieve it. His body shuddered as it passed his sphinter and rubbed against his intestinal walls. He felt Miller's pubic hair rub against his shaven body.
He had been shaven by Miller and some friends long ago and was commanded to keep himself smooth, "like a little faggot boy" Miller said.
Guys asked him about the smooth pubes and Kyle would say "for swimming" or "for wrestling" and they accepted his answer.
Arnie would help sometimes. They were like fuck buddies, shaving each other, jacking or sucking each other, even sleeping together. Kyle's mother had often come to the basement bedroom to wake him and found the two boys in bed their bare chests and shoulders hinting they were naked and pressed together in bed.
She ignored what she saw and assumed was going on treating Arnie like a second son. Afterall he had been Kyle's friends since they were naked 4 year olds sharing a bathtub.
But Miller was different. Kyle never questioned the older boy's desires or instructions. In fact he hoped for something new, something kinky, something odd each Wednesday. And he was often surprised by his Master doing exactly that.
It was his birthday week when Miller arrived with Charley Conway, a tall, all american guy from their college. Kyle had admitted to Miller once, that the sight of Conway in his speedos got him excited.
Kyle was dumbfounded not knowing what to say or do. Miller took charge as usual ordering him to strip naked and express his desire through oral actions on Charley. Kyle licked, sucked and presented his ass for Conway's use. He was in heaven and forgot Miller was in the room watching as the straight Conway used Kyle like a girl.
Conway and Miller laughed, drank beer and talked as Kyle cleaned him and sat silently on the floor obediently. Conway wagged his finger and Kyle rested between the boys legs and sucked as the two continued to joke and talk as if he wasn't there.
"You owe me big time" Miller said. Kyle already di whatever the boy said. He couldn't imagine what more he could do.
Then there was that party. He arrived, dressed as ordered in the chaps with no ass or crotch covered. The collar and leash Miller provided and he spent the night servicing any and all Miller ordered. The drugs made his ass even hungrier and the booze made him drunker.
Naked he never said no. Miller disappeared and others pulled Kyle into piles, positions and rooms throughout the night. Somehow he ended up in a van having more sex until he found himself in the park behind the high school he once attended.
The cops chased the various boys and caught a few of them...including Kyle.
"So naked huh?" His father said. "sorry" Kyle muttered accepting the goat his father handed him. It covered only his shoulders and torso. His lower half was still in clear view. Kyle only hoped his mother wasn't still awake.
"Use the basement door" His father said as they pulled into the driveway "and give me my coat".
Kyle left the car, naked hiding behind the bushes in case his mother was watching from her window. He was embarassed but at the same time happy to be home. Arnie laughed at the story everytime it was brought up.
But he had done what his master ordered and believed that Miller knew he'd end up naked in a jail cell...perhaps hoping some drunk big black man would rape him there as well.
"Nice" Miller said. His eyes were closed after grimmacing. Kyle knew the boy had transferred his sperm from his glands through his meaty cock into Kyle.
"Clean it up" Miller stretched his arms. Kyle thought it would be a short session. That was ok, some were short, others lenthy, some hard and some even romantic.
He moved so he could suck on the cock that had been in his ass. It tasted of his ass juices and sperm. Kyle liked the taste.
"Piss" Miller said and Kyle got the funnerl and knelt on the floor to recieve the urine that had quenched his thirst form time to time.
"No bathroom" Miller said walking towards the bathroom. Kyle moved by him and knelt thrilled to be reminded he was owned by being pissed on like a wolf claimed its territory.
"Bed...bring rubbers" Miller said after leaving the bathroom.
Kyle showered himself quickly and dried. He was excited that Miller's instructions meant he would be in bed with the boy..his mouth and ass available throughout the night. This didn't happen often.
Sometimes Miller would leave in the middle of the night after fucking him again. Once in a great while he would be there in the morning after using Kyle now and then in the night and Kyle would service him, bathed him and watch him leave as he knelt by the door.
He only hoped this would be one of those nights.
Kyle loved Wednesdays.