NINE
On the way home he tells me, "My friends are all gonna keep drinking until they pass out. I hardly ever join in, even if a car will bring me home. Not my scene. And as far as you're concerned, young man, I hope you haven't got a taste for it."
"Not at all, Sir. Just an occasional beer is all."
"Good. I'll consider letting you have an occasional beer, but beyond that don't expect anything more." This makes me smile, inside and outside. Just another example, I guess, of the parent showing the boy what's what. Danny chuckles to himself.
"What?"
"I was just thinking of the look on your face when I told you to show yourself to my friends. I thought you'd be pissed off or humiliated. But no. Damn, Gavin, you looked like you were proud of yourself or something."
"Not really. I was just turned on that you would just assume you could show off what you had done to me to anyone you want."
"Is that so? So you realize you get turned on by your submissiveness to me? By the power I'm beginning to exercise over you?"
I don't say anything but just stare out the window and hope this entire conversation would just go away.
Then he teased me. "I saw you sneaking looks at the other guys' dicks when they took off their bathing suits, you little pervert."
All I did was giggle. "That's why you want to keep me, isn't it, to be your cock-hungry cocksucker?."
"That's only the beginning of how I'm going to train you to serve my body. You'll get to be a slut, Gavin. But under my direction and with the guys I give you to. Lots of guys, faggot. I've already figured out that if you're a free agent you would quickly turn into a total slut. Damn, I bet you've already started imagining what it would be like to give at least a couple of those guys nice blow jobs like you're giving me now." I didn't answer. Damn it, he was right. Well, one guy, especially. The one with blond hair like Danny has. Let's face it, that is my type.
"I was actually thinking of making you stay in your bathing suit when we all got dressed. Get you used to being bare around other men. Eventually I'm going to keep you naked when we're with other guys as long as no one else will be barging in, like someone's parents. But start thinking about that so you won't be shocked the first time it happens. I prefer that you always be naked but that isn't possible now. But damn, Gavin, from now on you're always naked in the Cottage."
Holy shit! Major turn-on! "Yes, Danny, but it's all making me worry. It's is going to be almost impossible to convince my parents to let me stay up here for most of the summer even though I am over 18 now.. My father's going to be pissed anyway. Danny, I tricked him into letting me take this job after he had turned it down the first time, even with the good salary. As it is, they're going to give me a hard time about being up here so much. I'll never be able to convince them . . ." Danny holds up a hand.
"Gavin, I told you I'll be taking care of you. You gotta believe in what that means for me. Get it straight, boy. I told you I own you now. Those kinds of details are my problem, not yours. You don't have to handle your parents any more. Daddy and I will deal with them."
Fuck. I feels to me like the whole fucking family owns me now. But I'm not going to think about that right now. What matters the most is that I don't have to deal with my parents. Hard to believe.
"Wow. I . . .I don't know what to say, Danny, how can . . " Again Danny holds up a hand. "You don't have to say anything at all, baby. Just kiss my feet later to show your appreciation. It will all be taken care of and I'm not even going to let you know how. That's my business. It's not your business. Your business now is anything I decide is So now I understand more about what I did by bowing down to kiss his feet without being asked to. Now I understand why I needed to do that. Now I also know it means a lot to him when I humble myself before him that way. Good. Then it means even more to me.. He still has more to say: "When we put you to work this summer, you'll be getting paid a good salary, but that's not the point: we're putting to work this summer as my slave. Get that into your thick head now, boy. Slave. That's right. You work as my slave."
Danny stays quiet, much to my surprise. Then, "Pull your pants down now, faggot. Let me see where we shaved you."
I close my eyes and just do what he told me to do. "Hey, remember how my brother grabbed your ball sac when Vic was shaving it?"
"Yeah. So?"
"I want you to do that to me when we get home. I think it might feel really hot when you start licking my balls while you're holding me that way."
And that's what happens, as soon as we get back. We both get naked—me first, of course, and then Danny sits with his legs spread on the edge of the bed. "So come here, boy. Do what I told you I want you to do. Grab my sac and lick my balls. Do it nicely. don't get too rough."
And so I do. And there's a tiny smell of piss on his balls so I back off. "you balls smell pissy, Danny."
"So? I don't know what that matters? Just lick me clean."
"No. If you want me to lick them you've gotta get washed."
"Then let's go inside." We go into the bathroom. Grumbling, Danny hands me a washcloth and runs the water. "Clean off my balls without using any soap. Let's see if they still smell pissy if you just wash them that way.."
So I do what he tells me. I just realize that I like it when he orders me around to do stuff like this. So I get the cloth nice and wet, then grab his sac the same way they did to me before and gently wash them and stroke them with the washcloth. Danny moans. "Damn, that feels nice."
I put the cloth aside.
"So, sniff, faggot." He always seems to want to call me `faggot' when he's making me do something sexual.
I bend over and sniff and they're just fine.
"okay?"
"yes, much better. Thank you, Danny."
He brings me back to bed.
"The day is coming when you'll just lick my pissy balls like a good slave who knows its place." Bow down and kiss my feet first, boy, so you can remember what you are in my eyes: my fag. Then grab my balls the way I like and start licking them."
I sigh and kneel down, then lean over, holding myself up with my arms. I kiss his feet. They smell a little now as well but I'm not gonna say anything. I don't have to lick them, just kiss them. So I plant nice kisses on each of his feet. "That's a good boy. You know your place now, Gavin. Now take care of my balls the way I want you to."
I kneel up and hold his sac and then start licking his balls and it gets him hard.
Needless to say, the entire thing escalates and I end up sucking his balls and jerking his cock at the same time. He cums on his tummy. "Lick it up, faggot like the cum-hungry slut you are. And you know those guys from before? Eventually you're gonna be drinking down their cum too, all of them." I was really tempted to say, "Damn, Sir, you sure do know how to sweet-talk a boy like me," but I decided to just focus on doing what he just told me to do: lick his cum off his body.
After I've cleaned of his entire stomach, I decide to take a chance: "Gee, Danny, you sure know how to sweet-talk a guy like me." He cracks up.
"Pits, balls, cock, cum, and feet. All the places where you put your mouth like a good boy. Did you ever think you'd get to eat me the way you do now when we were back in school?
"Not in my wildest dreams, stud." Then I giggle because now I've called him a name as well! "And by the way, you forgot to mention that I swallow your spit as well. Now I know I can suck it right from your mouth when you're kissing me."
"Oh when I spit into whatever you're drinking, pig."
I don't like the "p" word but I guess that's what he's turning me into. Much to my great surprise, he reaches down and grabs my head and pulls me up to him. Next thing I know, we're mouth to mouth, not really kissing but still I've got my mouth on his and he starts salivating into it. I get do to what I said before: suck it from his mouth. Wild. Now I'll work on getting to feel his tongue with my own. But that will have to wait for another time, I guess. Finally, he's done feeding me his spit. He takes his lips from mine and just starts slapping my face back and forth, over and over until I've had all I can take and try to get away from him. I think I'm gonna have to think of some code word I could use to get him to stop. Hmmm...
"So, something new. Go kiss my balls then go all the way down and kiss my feet, The tops and the bottoms. Fuck, I like making you do this shit for me. Everything but licking my pissy ball sac. " Wow. the bottoms of his feet. I wonder if they smell as I put my mouth to his balls again. I kiss and suck and lick them and I can even see them getting a little red so I kiss my way down to his right foot. "Pick it up an kiss the sole," he orders. And that starts him off. He makes me kiss every single inch of each of his feet. Then he freaks me out: "Pick up my right foot, faggot. Show me what you are. Lick between each of my toes. Clean them up in there. Get that fucking tongue all the way in, Gavin. Don't fucking cheat or you'll be very sorry. " Holy fucking shit! Maybe it's time to call a halt to all of this. "don't back off like a prissy little girl like you did because my balls smelled pissy. I don't fucking care. Either do it or you'll be on your way home for good and you'll never see me again."
I freeze, holding his foot in the air. So, I think, this is the way it's going to be. He really is determined about turning me into his slave. Take it or leave it. And you know what convinced me? I said to myself, "If you quit here you're going to regret it for the rest of your life." So I moved my mouth to his foot. I started with his big toe where the gap was bigger. I took a deep breath and stuck my tongue all the way in and licked his fucking skin in there to prove I was all the way in. He signed. And moaned. He was probably congratulating himself the same way I am. This was one situation where we both won. He's got his slave and I've got my tongue between his toes to show him I'm willingly giving myself to him. Pretty heavy for an 18-year-old, do you think? Nah. Not me. I'm too fucking smart for my own good.
I'm fucking exhausted. Finally I get myself all the way up on the bed again. He's already sound asleep on top of the covers. I try to pull them out from under him and he wakes up. When he realizes what I'm trying to do, he helps pull them back, then throws them over the both of us. I cuddle up alongside him but he rolls me over and hugs me from behind then throws a leg over me as well. I'm his prisoner. I'm happier than I've ever been in all my life. This guy can pick on me all wants. He can do anything he ever decides he wants to do to me. He can make me do anything he wants. I'm content, thinking that this is only the beginning. And I'm proud that I can trust him with my entire life.
I fall into a deep, dreamless sleep until I hear his alarm clock go off. He growls, curses, coughs, and reaches over to kill it. I'm awake now as well. Danny rolls right over me and off my side of the bed. He pulls me off and up as well. "Come on, baby. Showers. Together."
"I have to piss first."
"Do it in the shower. With me." He practically pulls me in there. Once the water is the temperature he likes, which is a bit cooler than I prefer, he gets in and helps me in as well. We move so we're facing each other but the water's coming down on both of us. "Do it," he orders me. At first I don't understand so he slaps my dick a little and I get the idea. I start to piss, backing off so it doesn't get on him.
"That's a good boy. Empty all your little-boy piss into the water." I'm not even aware that he hasn't started yet. Once I'm done, he puts his hands on my shoulders and presses me down until I get the idea and half-kneel, half sit back. What the fuck is he gonna do now? Is he really gonna piss on me? Fuck. That's what he does. He waves his dick and pisses on mine, then aims for my stomach then even my chest and, goddamn! my nipples! Then he lets all the rest just land down my body. When he's almost done he shakes the last couple drops on my right cheek. Fuck. Fuck. He kind of marked me like an animal.
Then he takes a bar of soap and starts washing himself in such a way that the soapy water comes down on me. "Get washed down there in my dirty water, like the slave you are," he says. Holy fucking shit. I'm washing myself with his dirty soapy water and I'm starting to get a little pissed off (as opposed to pissed ON) so I just stand up. Enough is enough. That crossed the line with me, I guess. All of it. "Pissing on me? What the fuck?" I say, but not really like I'm angry, just fake angry.
"Just be grateful I didn't piss on your face, brat!" he says and slaps my chest over one of my nipples. But then he takes the soap and he starts washing me with his own two hands, front and back all over. He even gets down on his knees and washes my legs and feet. While I stand there absolutely mystified by what's happening. We've been up less than an hour and damn, he's practically making love to me with his own hands after doing all the things he did to me before. Why not, I ask myself. After all, he owns me. Might as well keep his property clean. But as it turns out, he wants to get me a lot cleaner than I wanted to be.
He takes the sudsy bar of soap and shoves it into my fucking mouth!!! "Close your mouth over it, faggot. This is punishment for what you did before, shouting at me. Close your fucking mouth and expel the bar from your mouth into my hand."
What can I say? . . .
Holy fucking crap
Ach!
I fucking swear, I'll never do anything like that again.
We get out of the shower. He tosses me a towel and takes one himself. I guess I'm drying myself this morning. Oh, well! Can't have everything. He drops his towel over my head. "Use my towel to get my legs and feet," he orders. I obey and when I'm drying his feet I kiss them. They look so nice. They smell so good.
"Good boy," he says to me and it fills me with joy. "Now get up. Put my dick in your mouth."
He's already starting to get hard, but I do get to feel him grow while he's in my mouth. Holy fuck, this is hot.
As it turns out, he doesn't want me to blow him. He helps me up. "Dry your legs and feet, baby," he says. "You can put your hand on me. I'll keep you up."
Every damn detail dictated to me by this extremely confident boy as if he's taking total charge of me. Not only that but I've still got this horrible taste in my mouth because he washed it out with soap because I used it to yell at him.
"I know there are going to be times when you'll get pissed off all of a sudden, or angry, or even furious. I'm breaking you in a s slave. It's gonna be tough until you get used to things. I get that. But you DO NOT HAVE THE RIGHT to express those feelings. Now you know what can happen if you do. I can't imagine how bad your mouth tastes now. I hope that will do that trick. I don't want to start beating you already to control your behavior."
I gasp. Not only because I'm shocked at what he's telling. No. there's even worse: I'm getting turned on by it all. Not the things he was saying he'd do, but just by the fact that he just said that to ms. That's what he thinks of me.
After we're dry, he leads me into the little kitchen in the cottage and takes out a bottle of orange juice. "Use this to clean out your mouth. Okay to spit into the sink." Then he stands there watching me do it and shit, is that humiliating, him actually watching me try to recover from being punished. Finally I'm done. He takes the bottle from me.
"Thank you."
"Master." I surrender. He says nothing about it. It's just something he expects, I guess.
"Put on a clean t-shirt and briefs. We'll go down for breakfast. I always go that way. Parents don't mind."
"But they might mind me," I object. "What did I just tell you to do?" he asks and swats my backside. "or do I have to get the soap again?"
"I'm sorry, Sir."
Note to diary: that is the first time he ever swatted my ass hard like that. I know there's much more to come. I just hope he doesn't get too carried away in the beginning.
Holy fucking shit! What am I saying to myself? What am I agreeing to?????
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