This story is fiction, a figment of my warped imagination. Should the
characters in this story even remotely bare similarities to any real person,
living or dead, it was purely accidental and any such similarities are strictly
coincidences.
This story deals with mature subject matter and involves intimate gay sex. If
it is illegal for you to read such material, due to your age or location, then
please don't. If you are offended by acts of homosexuality between consenting
and non-consenting adults, then Do Not Read this story.
The author does not necessarily condone or subscribe to the behavior discussed
in this story. It was written strictly as a form of entertainment. Acts
described are pure fantasy on my part and should not be attempted by anyone that
does not know what the hell they are doing.
PLEASE NOTE: This chapter was run through the MSWord2000 spell checker. I
have made every attempt to try and ensure spelling is correct, however this
story is written in every day speech. I used my own spelling for slang and
street words that do not do not appear in the spell checker dictionary. As
well, the grammar is most likely less than perfect, I am not an English major.
If you want good grammar and absolutely perfect spelling, I would suggest you go
to your favorite book store and buy a story by a professional writer. You get
what you pay for.
Story codes: M/M/Anal/Oral/Bond/NC/Spank/Hum/cbt/WS
This story (c) by Rob 2001, all rights reserved.
Comments to: cumulust@yahoo.com or robolder@excite.com
A Daymare on Kelly Street
by Rob
Part 45
Pat got his blow-job and I got one too. Afterwards my dick finally deflated,
which got me to wondering again, what had been going on with it? I explained
the situation to Pat and he began to laugh.
"What the hell is so funny, Pat." I quipped.
"Sorry, Harold, but they really pulled a fast one on you. Those were special
treats containing Viagra." he smiled.
"Viagra! What is it? Some kind of Spanish fly?" I asked seriously.
"No, nothing like that, Harold. Viagra is a new drug that helps men with
penile dysfunction to get an erection. It will also work on men that do not
have a problem, only in this case it keeps them hard for hours." he explained.
"Those treats contain very low doses of the drug, around 10mg, I believe. You
have to be very, very careful. Viagra can give a man a very painful hard-on,
that lasts for hours. The prescribed tablets begin at 50mg and the maximum
dosage is 100mg. But at those strengths you would not enjoy your hard-on at
all, Harold." He explained.
"But I didn't need that shit, Pat. Hell I have no problems getting it up and
keeping it up." I replied puzzled.
"Well they wanted to make sure I guess. Perhaps they have had situations where
the guest went soft and the Royal was disappointed. After all the Royals don't
get many opportunities to let their hair down and they must make each moment
count." He explained.
"Ok. Well at least now I know what it was. It really had me baffled. I
thought at one time that it was because I was in the presence of CFK, but threw
that out as being nonsense." I laughed.
"Well I am sure he would be flattered to know you thought that." Pat grinned.
"Mmmm, yes I'll bet. He is a right nice guy once you get to know him and man
can he squeal when he is teased." I laughed.
"Oh my, Harold. You teased him?" Pat asked with an incredulous look on his
face.
"Not only that, Steven and I had him secured in a sling at the time."
"Just think there was a time when you could be hanged or worse for doing
something like that to a Royal." Pat observed.
"Oh and that thing Fred said about the Royal cum being the sweetest thing this
side of heaven, forget it, it is a pure crock. Steven's cum is a hundred
times sweeter than CFK's. As a matter of fact CFK's cum has an ordinary,
commoner taste, like most I have had." I said, with authority.
"Ah, sampling from the Royal fountain, huh." he giggled.
"Oh you can be exasperating." I said with mock indignity.
We both laughed and headed downstairs.
We entered the dining room calling out, "good morning," loud and clear as we
entered. Charlie, Jeff, Pete, Larry and Sam were there. I was surprised to
see Sam. I hadn't seen him since he got off the plane when we had arrived here
from Australia.
I went first to Jeff, gave him a hug and a big sloppy kiss. He just loved to
be treated like that. Then I went and shook hands with Sam.
I sat in what has now become my usual place, to the right of Jeff. I don't
think he would have stood for me sitting anywhere else. He had Charlie on his
left. The old man had fallen in love with me, I am sure. The moment I was
sitting his hand was on my thigh, rubbing.
I looked at him and gave him a smile and a wink. His eyes lit up and he smiled
back. What the hell, if the old guy got a thrill from rubbing my thigh, then
why not. Shit it felt good.
Pat was sitting on Charlie's left and they were deep in a quiet conversation. I
watched fascinated as Pat did most of the talking and Charlie listened. For
the very first time, it dawned on me that seemed to be the way it always was. I
suddenly had a strange feeling something wasn't quite right here, but what?
After breakfast Charlie addressed the table, reference the events for today.
Then he announced the one thing that I had been waiting to hear.
"The Council up-held the verdict of the British Congress." he explained. "Sir
George was demoted from Senior Master to slave. The Council also announced his
new Master, but before I tell you the name of the Master there is something else
I must mention."
"A Disciplinary Council will hear the complaint against Master Dave this
afternoon. As you know Master's Hank, Ed, and Grant will form the Council and
Walt and John will present evidence."
"What you don't know is that the complaint will be lodged formally before the
Council by Master Harold" he stated.
My head jerked up at that. That's impossible there is no Master Harold. I
am a slave, not a Master. I was in a panic, this was complete news to me. I
looked at Pat but he had a strange, angelic look on his face. I then turned to
Jeff, he was smiling as was Sam and everyone else at the table.
Charlie could see my confusion and finally decided it was time to explain.
"Harold, I drafted a petition to elevate you to the status of Master. It was
signed by all of the Senior Master's you met on the plane, except Dave. The
petition was faxed to every Senior Master in the World Congress. It took two
days for all the replies to return. The last one arrived just before the
Council sat down last night. An overwhelming majority of the Senior Master's
of the World Congress have signed the petition approving your elevation.
Congratulations Harold, you are now a full Master of the World Congress."
I was in a state of shock. I did not want to be a Master. I was quite happy
with the status quo. But didn't have time to moan or complain, the room was
suddenly full of people. They entered the room with a loud applause. All of
the Senior Master's from the plane were filing in through the doors from the
patio. Everyone wanting to shake my hand and welcome me to the Congress.
The last one to come forward was Charlie. He had a very stern look on his
face. I thought he was going to scream at me, but he came right up to me,
stuck his mug in mine, then broke out into a big smile.
His arms went around me and he pulled me forward in a hug. I couldn't do
anything else but hug him back. Damn, I was so confused, so many questions
but instead of answers I got hugged.
"That shit stuff yesterday was to see if you really did have the balls to stand
up to me, Harold. You did and I am proud of you. I knew from day one that
you were Master material. You just needed to be trained properly." he said
softly into my ear.
"But Charlie," I whispered back, "I don't want to be a Master."
"I know Harold, but ain't that too damned bad. Your a Master now and their
ain't a damned thing you can do about it." he giggled.
He gave me a kiss on the cheek then pulled away.
"Gentlemen." he called out.
The room quieted down, it was obvious that he had further news.
"It is time to announce Sir George's new Master." he said with a smile.
Suddenly the hair on the back of my head stood up straight. Oh fuck no, I
thought. They wouldn't......, they couldn't....., they didn't......., but they
did.
"The Council felt this would be an excellent opportunity to help our new Master
acquire his first slave. Therefore, by order of the Council, Sir George shall
become the personal property of Master Harold effective immediately. This is
forced, non-consensual slavery so Harold will have to learn to deal with a slave
that is always in chains." Charlie announced loud and clear.
The room broke into further applause. I was almost sick to my stomach. Shit,
I didn't want to be a Master and I certainly didn't want Sir George for a slave.
The room suddenly became very quiet and the crowd parted to form an isle. I
heard the clanking of chains. I knew instinctively what that meant. Sure
enough, through the door came Sir George. His ankles were shackled and he could
only take short steps. His hands were in cuffs behind his back and connected to
the heavy black dog collar that was around his neck.
He was completely naked and looked like a beaten man. There were tears of
embarrassment in his eyes as he slowly made his way forward. When he was about
three feet away from me he stopped, looked me square in the eye and spoke:
"I am Sir George, a senior Master of the World Congress and the Senior
Magistrate for the British Congress. I will never be your slave. You can go
to bloody hell."
I stood there for a few moments in the dead silence that had filled the room.
Everyone waiting to see what my response to this statement would be.
I could see the misery he was going through in his eyes. A few days ago he was
the King of the hill, today he was lower than the low. A sudden rush of pity,
for the man, ran through me.
But then I remembered what the Bastard had done to me and probably hundreds of
other poor devils. He was a menace as a Master, he deserved to be a slave. I
made an instant decision.
"Is that so? Well I have news for you. First, until I decide otherwise, your
name is, Tweebles. You can forget the Sir George crap. That is ancient
history." I spat out.
The fucking name was so bizarre it broke the room up. I mean they went ape
shit hysterical on me. Everyone was bent over in uproarious laughter. Poor
Tweebles looked absolutely devastated. Which made me smile.
"Second," I continued, after the laughter eased a bit, "whether you like it or
not you are my fucking slave. You will obey or I will turn you over to a
Master that will knock the rebellion out of you in short order." I said in the
most Master like voice I could manage.
"Now get down on your fucking knees where you belong and pay me proper respect."
I bellowed.
Tweebles stepped back a bit from the ferocity of my yell. Then he dropped to
his knees and looked down at the floor.
"That's better you fucking asswipe. If you ever dare to fucking challenge me
again you will wish to gawd you had never been born. This is the only warning
you will ever get." I stated hotly.
The room broke into applause again. I was surprised at myself. I had just
done to Sir George what had been done to me. I knew exactly how he felt and I
did feel some pity for him. But he had dug this hole and was now going to have
to live in it.
I also knew that from this moment, my life had changed drastically. Things
would never be the same.
I figured that was it and we could now get on with the day. But Charlie wasn't
finished with me yet.
"Gentlemen, gentlemen. Please, there is more." he called out and the room
settled down.
"As you all know, a Master requires a personal aid. Someone he can trust
implicitly. Well Harold has already found someone he trusts. Someone that we
have been grooming for just such a position for a number of years."
The room broke into applause.
"Harold, as a personal gift from me to you I would like you to have Steven. He
will be a good and valuable assistant too you. He will help you to continue to
grow as a Master. Keep him close and listen to his advice."
Steven materialized from somewhere, I am not sure where. He was dressed in the
standard slave outfit. He came forward and Charlie handed him a piece of
paper.
"Steven, you have been a good slave. I have always been very proud of you and
happy to have you in my fold. But as you are well aware I have been training
you to someday become the trusted aid for a Master. In your hand is your
contract to serve. If you agree with this change of ownership, present it to
Master Harold and pledge your allegiance." Charlie said in a very official
voice.
Steven turned from Charlie and walked to me. He handed me the piece of paper,
got down on his knees, placed his hands behind his head and said:
"Master Harold, I Steven, a lowly slave, pledge to serve you for the rest of my
natural life. I give to you my liberty, my body, my life, to do with as you so
wish from this day forward. I ask nothing but to serve."
I was speechless. I didn't know what to say or do. I wanted to run and hide,
to cry, to scream. What had Charlie done to me? How could he do this?
First Sir George and now Steven, I am not a Master.
Pat leaned forward and whispered in my ear.
"Harold, say, I accept you Steven as my slave."
Unable to do anything else I did what he told me.
"I accept you Steven as my slave."
The room broke out into loud cheering. I almost collapsed. But Pat brought
me back to reality. He whispered in my ear again:
"Tell Steven he can get up or he will spend the rest of the bloody day like
that." he giggled.
"Get up Steven." I said by rote.
Having Charlie give me Steven had been a big shock to my system. I really did
not see Steven as a slave, he was more a peer as far as I was concerned. It was
going to take a little getting used to, knowing that I now literally owned him,
and by his choice at that.
Tweebles was still on his knees, looking at the floor and now big tear drops
were cascading down his cheeks. I wondered what the hell I was going to do
with him. Then Charlie's words came back, ringing loud and clear, and I knew
exactly what to do.
"Steven," I called out, "come here".
"Yes Sir." he replied as he moved towards me.
"Check with Fred and find out where we may keep this piece of shit until it is
time for us to go home." I ordered.
"Yes Sir. Master Jeff has a dungeon with holding cells. Tweebles should be ok
there until you need him" he replied, then hooked a leash onto Tweebles collar.
"On your feet, Tweebles and follow me." he ordered.
Tweebles began to get to his feet. Faster than the eye could see, Steven
whipped around. He had a leather belt in his hand and it flew through the air
and landed squarely on Tweebles bare ass.
"Iiiiieeeee." Tweebles cried out.
"When you are given an order, you will acknowledge the order, slime bucket."
Steven yelled at him.
"Now get on your feet and follow me."
"Yes, Sir. Right away Sir." Tweebles called out as he rose awkwardly to his
feet.
The whole room burst into applause again. They continued to applaud until
Steven and Tweebles were out of the room. A few came over and patted me on the
back, making comments about my having done the right thing.
Pat even had a question.
"Where the hell did you ever come up with a name like that?" he asked with a
bemused grin.
"I am a Star Trek fan." I replied.
"George looked so damned pathetic I wanted to grab him and hug him and tell him
everything would be ok." I smiled
"But then I remembered how he had treated me and for some strange reason the
image of a Tribble, from Star Trek entered my mind. Then the thought, "look at
poor Tweebles, he looks so miserable" ran through my mind. Before I realized
what I was doing I had already renamed him." I giggled.
"Well, however you came across it, Harold, it was fucking inspired. You went up
by about a 1000 points in the minds of all these Master's when you made that
announcement." he said proudly.
"But what the hell am I going to do with him, Pat? I don't have any need for a
slave. Shit I don't even know what I am going to do with Steven and I really
like him." I said, still overwhelmed by it all.
"Well the first thing will be to train Tweebles to be obedient. He will learn
and you do have the full resources of Charlie's place, unless of course you
intend on moving out right away." he said looking me in the eye.
"Moving out!......... Oh, shit, another problem. I don't have the kind of
money that will be needed to run my own place. Damn, why couldn't Charlie just
leave me as a bloody slave?" it was more a statement then a question.
"Well Harold, first Charlie had you elevated to Master status because you
deserve to be there. Second, do not worry about money. When it is time for
you to move to your own place it will be there and it will be ready for you.
Master's do not need to worry about money, all Congress Members are well paid."
He said.
"You have to understand Harold that the Master's Congress is really a big
family. We have millions, no make that billions of dollars in assets. Many
of these assets are income earning assets and each and every Master is entitled
to a fair and equal share of those earnings. That now includes you." he
explained.
"Your earnings as a member, began about thirty minutes ago when Charlie made the
announcement. Your actual yearly share, at present, will be approximately ten
million after tax dollars. That figure will grow as we add on new income
earning assets. Now do you think you could handle that, Harold?" he grinned.
"Ten million dollars? I am going to need an accountant, for gawd sakes." I
replied in astonishment.
"Ya got one. Steven is a fully trained chartered accountant, not to mention a
fully licensed lawyer. His specialty is Corporate law. You see, we did
prepare him to be a good aid." Pat said.
"I'll say, but why the hell was Charlie wasting Steven's talents by having him
serve as a bloody Steward on an airplane?" I asked.
"Well the simple answer is because Steven requested it. He really does like
working that flight. All of the Aid Trainees get a minimum of two years
serving on one of the planes. Because of the very strict rules about total
subservience, the prospective Aid learns excellent self discipline. After his
two year stint, Steven asked Charlie if he could serve longer. As his training
was pretty much finished anyway, Charlie gave his blessing."
"Ok, no more questions for now. I really have to let this all sink in." I
said.
"Well just ask anytime Harold, I will always answer your questions to the best
of my ability." he said.
At that moment I spied John and Walt heading towards us. I had to give a
slight snicker because Max was right on John's heels and it was rather an
amusing sight to see.
"Thanks Pat." I said gratefully, "I will."
"I will talk with you later, Harold. I have to get Charlie. We have a ton of
work to do this morning." he said seriously as he departed.
"I don't envy you Harold," Walt said as he approached.
"Tweebles," he began to snicker, "Tweebles is most likely going to fight you all
the way. John and I were surprised at how docile he seemed this morning.
However, the fact that he had been threatened with being turned over to an Asian
Master may had scared the shit out of him." Walt said.
"Ah, so he was given a choice, me or hell." I laughed, "Well I think there is
a very good chance he is going to wish he had chosen hell."
"Oh, and why is that, Harold?" John asked.
"Because I will have Pete and Larry to help with his training. You ain't never
been on the receiving end of Pete and Larry, I have." I giggled.
"Of course, if he turns out to be extremely ornery, I will just have to send him
over to Master Dieter. Dicky, Dieter's chief trainer is particularly vicious.
Tweebles wouldn't stand a chance there."
They both laughed at that. Thinking about Dicky, I had to laugh as well. I
think I could guarantee that he would be able to break Tweebles in about
twenty-four to forty-eight hours.
"Oh, yes. I have heard about Dieter and his dungeon." Walt remarked. "A lot
of Master's send their un-trainables to him. He always succeeds."
"Well if you had ever seen how Dicky operates you would know why. Dieter
himself is pretty vicious as well. He has this damned electric prod that he
just loves to shove against some poor bastards nuts." I said coldly.
"Sounds like you had a taste, Harold." John questioned.
"More than bloody once. I really hated him in that first twenty-four hours."
I said remembering the pain.
"Well it helped to make you a better man, Harold. Just look at yourself.
From what we were told you were a weak kneed wimp when Charlie first got hold of
you. Now you are confident, strong willed and unafraid of anyone. Hell,
Harold you are the only man I know that has every threatened to kill CFK to his
face." he began to laugh and Walt joined him.
I went a little red in the face. How the hell did that get out, I wondered.
Max wandered over and brushed against my leg. I dropped my hand and rubbed his
latex covered head. His little latex ears sticking straight up. The next
thing I know he is licking my hand.
I crouched down, looked him in the eye and said:
"Thanks Max. You are the best damned dog I have ever met."
He leaned in and began to lick my face. I opened my mouth and we worked our
tongues together. But I had to stop and stand up, that shit was getting me
turned on.
"You can train your own dogslave now, Harold." John said.
"Hey, Treebles might be a great candidate for dogslave." Walt smiled.
"Mmmmm perhaps." I answered, "but I think I will work on obediance first."
"What do you think will happen to Dave?" I asked.
"Oh, not much. Mainly a slap on the wrist. What will really hurt is loss of
Seniority. He will most likely loose a couple of points." Walt answered.
"What are seniority points?" I couldn't help but ask.
"Well your seniority points determine your position within the World Master's
Congress, Harold. The more seniority points you have the more perks you get.
For example, your seating at banquets, committees you are invited to sit on,
Travel and vacation priorities, that sort of thing." John explained.
"You earn seniority points for things you do for the Congress. For example, I
will be willing to bet you will receive at least one hundred points for acting
as Charlie's Ambassador." Walt added.
"But I wasn't a Master during that trip." I protested.
"It won't matter. As far as the Congress is concerned you performed a job and
will receive the points." Walt stated.
"Now just a little advice, Harold." Walt continued.
"Go to wherever you are keeping Tweebles and make him suck your dick. Don't let
him get away with a half hearted attempt either. If he doesn't obey or give
you lots of pleasure, then use a whip or a belt on him. It is very important
that you do this as soon as possible. You must not let him think for even a
moment, that he has the upper hand. If you let that happen Harold he will be as
bad a slave as he was a Master."
Damn, why me? Why did they have to give that bastard to me? Well it was
obvious I was going to have to live with this Master thing. If that were the
case then I was going to do the best job I could.
"Ok, Walt, thanks. I will get on to it right away." I answered.
We chatted for a bit longer and some of the other Master's joined us. It
wasn't long before they all started to depart. Some still had work to do,
there was going to be another hearing this afternoon.
The moment everyone started to leave, Steven was by my side.
"Tweebles is locked in a holding cell down in Master Jeff's dungeon, Sir." he
informed me.
"Thanks, Steven. Well they tell me I have to start his training right away.
That I have to show him who is boss. Wanna join me for the fun?" I grinned.
"You bet, Sir. That bastard did some pretty nasty things to me over the years.
It sure will be nice to get my own." he replied.
"Why Steven, I am shocked." I said in mock surprise, "I would never have taken
you for one of those horrible people that hold a grudge."
"Perhaps I should have said, I will stand by you Master and give you moral
support, while you beat the shit out of the bastard." he snickered.
I couldn't help but break out into laughter over that.
"That's more like it, Number One." I said, "Let's be off to the dungeon, shall
we."
Giggling like two school children, Steven led the way to Jeff's dungeon.
Tweebles was in a small cell, that did not permit the occupant to sit, nor
stand. He was in a kind of squat or crouch position and looked most
uncomfortable. Good. The bastard was finally getting a taste of his own
medicine.
As we arrived outside his cell door, Tweebles looked up at me with pleading
eyes.
"What the fuck are you looking at puke face." I yelled.
He dropped his eyes to the floor instantly.
"Steven make a note, he gets five strokes with the belt for not showing proper
respect to his Master." I said officiously.
"Yes Sir." Steven replied just as officiously, shit we were having fun here.
"Tweebles, you realize that part of your new function in life is to provide your
Master with pleasure, do you not?" I asked straight out.
"Yes, Sir." he replied.
"Good. I wish to be pleasured. Bring him to the Dungeon Steven." I ordered.
"Yes, Sir." Steven replied as he bent forward to unlock the cell.
I went on into the Dungeon play room and found a nice comfortable padded chair.
I plunked myself down and waited.
A moment later, Steven entered the room. He had a leash in his hand and
attached to the leash was Tweebles. Now it was all I could do to keep from
bursting out in laughter. I mean you had to be there to understand.
Tweebles used to be proud, aristocratic, Sir George. Here he was wearing a dog
collar, his wrists cuffed and locked to the collar behind his back. As well
his ankles had been hobbled with shackles.
Steven was making the poor bugger crawl in on his knees. He could barely move,
but Steven had no pity at all. He made Tweebles crawl right up between my
legs. I had not unzipped my trousers, I wanted his humiliation to be complete.
He would have to do it all himself using only his mouth.
"If you do a good job and please me, I will permit Steven to put you into a cell
with a bed, so you may lay down comfortably. If you don't, then it is back to
that small cell and you can stay there till we head for home. It is entirely
up to you." I said to him.
"Yes Sir." he said.
"Well what the fuck are you waiting for?" I yelled.
He must have forced slaves to do this very thing, because I did not have to say
another word. It took him the longest time to figure out how to get the zipper
down. The stupid prick was trying to use his lips, but the lip muscles were
not strong enough to do the job. Finally Steven had to tell him how to do it.
His next problem was getting my dick out of my pants. That took some doing as
well, because I had worn shorts this morning. All his messing around trying to
get to my rod, gave me just that, a rod.
"Use your fucking tongue to spread the fly and find the cock, you moron."
Steven ordered.
Steven had crouched down and was watching Tweebles progress closely. While I
watched in amusement. He really was trying but not having much luck. Then
his tongue finally penetrated the fly of my shorts and rubbed against my
throbbing dick.
"Ohhhhhhh yeah." I moaned out.
"Now find the head with your tongue and work it out the fly." Steven
encouraged.
Tweebles ineptitude was sending fantastic feelings along my cock and I couldn't
help but moan out my pleasure. If he kept this up, it was a sure thing he
would earn himself a cell with a bed for the night.
Suddenly my dick popped up and seeing as Tweebles mouth was right there, and it
was open, he got a mouth full of hot cockhead.
"Ohhhh yes, yes. That feels so fucking good Tweebles." I gasped out.
Encouraged he began to work my cockhead with his lips and tongue. I was
surprised, he had good technique and could give pleasure if he really wanted
too.
He was sucking and blowing on my cockhead while flicking his tongue all around.
It was so good I couldn't keep still, my hips began an involuntary humping very
slow and gentle.
I noticed that Steven had a big boner himself. It looked so fucking good I
just had to have it.
"Steven," I gasped, "do you think you could climb up on the arms of this chair?
I just gotta have your cock."
"You bet, Sir." he said getting up and releasing his thong.
He nimbly climbed up onto the padded arm rests of the chair. In a kneeling
position he worked his way forward until his cock was brushing against my lips.
My tongue was out and drooling before it arrived.
I gave that beautiful head a lick, then took it in my mouth and savored the
flavor of Steven. My gawd he tasted so good. I was going to have to ask him
what he did to make himself taste and smell so good. It couldn't be natural.
Could it?
So there I was, my first morning as a Master having an orgy with my slaves.
Shit maybe this Master thing wasn't so bad after all.
Tweebles may have been a prick as a Master, but he sure was one hell of a great
cocksucker. Almost as good as Steven.
He brought me to the pinnacle, kept me there for a bit then brought me down. He
repeated this three times. On the third time I wasn't going to let him bring
me down again, I wanted to cum.
Steven was ready as well so when I reached that mountain peek I thrust my hips
forward hard, leaving no doubt in Tweebles mind that he better bring me off this
time.
Just as I was about to cum I brought Steven to the same point and we both seemed
to explode at the same moment. It felt so good to unload into the unwilling
throat of the bastard who'd had my nuts beaten. He was just fucking lucky that
I didn't do it to him.
Tweebles pulled off my cock before I pulled off of Steven's. For some reason
that annoyed me. Steven quickly climbed down from the chair. Tweebles was on
his knees looking at me. That annoyed me even more.
"Steven, I don't think Tweebles is paying me the proper respect. Look at the
fucking piece of shit, he is looking me in the eye." I said.
Tweebles instantly dropped his eyes to the floor. He realized too late that he
had made a big mistake.
"Look at my fucking cock. It is all covered in fucking slime. You miserable
fucking pig." I yelled at him.
"Get your mouth here and clean me up."
Tweebles quickly crawled back and began to suck and lick on my limp, slimy dick.
It had gotten cold from the wet slime and his hot tongue felt good.
"Steven, do you think you could get your hands on a chastity belt like the one
John and Walt used on the plane?" I asked.
"Certainly, Sir." Steven answered with a puzzled look on his face.
"Good. Get one and have it installed on Tweebles. He needs to learn to treat
his Master with respect. Perhaps if he can not empty his nuts for a week or so
he will learn." I said.
"Please, Sir." Tweebles cried out. "I am sorry, Sir. I have never been a
slave before, I promise I will do better. Please Sir, don't put me into one of
those things."
Ah, I thought. A weakness. Good, I will be able to use that to get this
bastard to obey.
"Oh you will do better, in fact you will do more than better. But you must be
punished for showing me disrespect. You will wear the chastity belt for seven
full days and nights." I said sternly.
He began to shake a bit, but did not look up at me.
"Yes, Sir, Master Harold." he replied dejectedly.
Ah, progress. I thought to myself. He is acknowledging me as his Master
without being threatened.
"When would you want the belt placed on him, Sir." Steven asked.
"How soon can you get it?"
"I think we could have one in an hour or so." Steven replied.
"Well as soon as you can get one, place it on him. His seven full days and
nights will begin the moment it is locked on." I ordered.
"Yes, Sir."
"I promised him a large cell with a bed if he gave me pleasure, Steven. He did
a great job, so make sure he gets a good cell, ok?"
"Yes, Sir. Do you want his cuffs and shackles removed as well?"
"After the belt is on you may remove his cuffs, leave the shackles on."
"Tweebles," I said, looking at him, "I hate this shit, I really do, however I
will not hesitate to use any of the methods at my disposal to discipline you
should you need it. I am leaving the shackles on because I think you need
something to remind you of your new position in life. When you prove to me that
you have accepted your position, the shackles will be removed, but not before."
I then got up out of the chair.
"Oh and Steven, before you put the belt on him get rid of all that fucking hair.
It is obscene for a pussy slave to have so much hair."
"All of it, Sir?" Steven asked.
"Yes, everything, including his head. I want him kept completely bald until he
learns some manners."
"I am going up to my room, Steven. Join me there as soon as you have him
secured. I have a couple of questions for you. You can administer his five
lashes with the belt later" I said.
"Yes, Sir. I'll be there in about ten minutes." he replied.
"Ok." I said as I headed for the door.
I went straight up to the room I shared with Pat. Pat!!! Oh shit, I forgot
about Pat! What the hell was this Master thing going to do to my relationship
with Pat? He was Charlie's slave and chief aid. Charlie wouldn't part with
him for all the money in the world.
I sat down in an easy chair and just let my mind wander around all the problems
Charlie had created for me. I had hated being a slave, but had learned to live
with it. Now I was a Master and hated that as well and was going to have to
learn to live with it.
Damned this life was so fucking complicated.
Steven came in almost exactly ten minutes later.
"Got him all squared away?" I asked.
"That is in progress as we speak." Steven smiled.
"Rupert and Kingsley are preparing him. Jeff has a couple of hundred chastity
belts and they will make sure he gets one that fits."
"Rupert and Kingsley?" I questioned.
"Oh, they are two of Jeff's slaves that very few people ever see. They do
most of the cleaning and things of that nature. They will prepare Tweebles
exactly as you ordered." he replied.
"Ok. Do you think I was too hard on him, Steven?" I asked.
"Hell no. If anything you were very easy on him. Most of the other Master's
would have had the bastard strung up and whipped for that kind of insolence."
"Problem is Steven, a whipping would not break Tweebles. It would make him
more defiant. I don't want him defiant I want him obedient. Just by pure
luck I have found his weak spot and we will use that to get him to obey." I
said.
"His weak spot, Harold? I didn't notice any weak spot." Steven asked
quizzically.
"Oh, yes. The great Sir George has a weak spot. He is afraid of losing
control over his cock. Did you not see the look on his face when I told you
to put him in a chastity belt? Hell he even begged me not to do it." I
smiled.
"He didn't beg very much, Harold. I hardly think that demonstrated a weak
spot." Steven replied unconvinced.
"Steven I don't think you understand people like Sir George. That he protested
at all indicates that he is very upset about the chastity belt. He will never
protest anything unless he feels deeply about it. Deep down inside he thinks
that by refusing to protest he is denying that I own him. Something would
really have to upset him before he would open his mouth." I smiled again.
"Well if you say so, Harold, but I am still not so sure you are right."
"Of course I am right, Steven. Hell I am the Master now ain't I?" I laughed.
"Right. You are now the Master and the Master is always right." he giggled.
"Now lets get down to something more urgent." I said somberly.
"What the hell am I going to do? I don't want to be a Master. Hell I have
enough problems without taking on more." I whined.
"Well, Harold you really don't have any choice now. The Congress has elevated
you and you can not refuse. Like it or not you are a Master."
"I know, but I don't have to like it."
"Pat said that I now have an income of around ten million per annum and that you
would manage it for me."
"Yes, Harold. You have become a very wealthy man. I have already started a
set of books to keep track of your income and your investments. I was informed
of you elevation last night and spent most of the night with some other
accountants getting everything ready."
"Last night?" I said with surprise.
"Yes. Charlie called me in and offered me the opportunity to transfer over to
you. Because I am a voluntary slave I have a contract. My Master must have
my permission before he sells or gives my contract to another Master. I have
been training for this job for a very long time Harold. When Charlie told me
you would be elevated and that if you and I agreed, I would become your aid. I
almost screamed out loud my joy, I was so happy. But I managed to keep a
straight face and tell him that I would be proud to serve you as aid." he said
with a smirk.
"I'll bet." I laughed.
"But what do I do, Steven? I mean I must do something to earn that ten
million?"
"Of course you do. You will be given different tasks by the Congress. You
may even be given the Directorship of a number of the Congresses Corporations.
There is also the possibility that you will be given a small failing company to
test your ability to build it into a profitable venture. At this point it is
hard to say what they will ask of you." he explained.
"Ok, lets forget the speculating. At least I now know I will have to do
something to earn the income." I smiled.
"Now the really hard question, Steven. Once we get Tweebles trained to obey,
what the hell do I do with him? I don't really want him for anything and I
don't like the idea of being a jailer."
"Well Harold what you do with him is entirely up to you. Once he is trained
to obey you could put him up on the slave auction. I don't think you would get
much for him though. I doubt there will be many Master's will want a demoted
Master for a slave and in particular, Tweebles. He was not well liked by anyone
from what I hear." he explained.
"Great! It means we are probably stuck with him. Well I guess we can worry
about that later. I have something more important on my mind right now."
"I assume you know that I have very strong feelings for Pat and I believe he has
for me as well." I started, stumbling a bit over this delicate matter.
"Yes, Harold. I am well aware of your feelings for Pat."
"Well, now that I am a Master I am afraid I will lose him. He belongs to
Charlie and I know Charlie would never part with him in a million years. I just
don't know what to do." I was almost crying at this point.
"Well Harold I think the best thing to do at this point in time is to just be
patient. Let Charlie broach the subject first. I don't think he is about to
pull Pat completely away from you. Take everything one step at a time and get
used to your new status. Everything will work out for the best, you'll see."
"Your right, Steven. I am so overwhelmed with this thing that I am trying to
do too much at once. I will let everything fall into place as it should,
Thanks."
"Steven, I really am happy you are my aid," I said, looking deep into his eyes,
"I could not have asked for a better person."
He turned a little pink and smiled bashfully. I lifted my arms and he drifted
into them. I held him close, I loved him dearly, but wished he was Pat.
To be continued.
This story (c) by Rob 2001, all rights reserved.
Comments to: cumulust@yahoo.com or robolder@excite.com
