A story of total submission; set in a world were condoms are not necessary. Unfortunately our world is not that way -- so practice safe sex at all times. Enjoy!
"Okay, strip, boy," he said, and my heart started racing. I wanted to do this. I always wanted to do what he told me, but, still, it made me nervous. Every fiber in my body seemed to be vibrating as I pulled off my thin t-shirt and shorts in the back seat of his van, which was in a parking lot of a local park. This was the first time he had brought me here and I didn't know what to expect.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, wondering what would happen next. I thought back to how this had all started. I had just graduated college and was alone in a city and looking for a job. I had thought I would make a stab at it in the big city, so I had saved enough for rent for a couple of months. I had no friends or family in the city, and had really not had many friends in college. I was pretty much a loner, not sure of how to join a group of people or to make friends.
My college roommate, my freshman year, rarely saw me. I timed it so I was there as little as possible when he was. I think we overlapped a couple of hours while sleeping. After that, I had my own room.
I pretty much kept to myself, studying, going to movies, coffee shops, etc. to pass the time. I spent a lot of time with computer games and on the internet. I loved the role play games, but could never really find the right character for me.
So I moved to the city and began to look for a job. I would check online each morning, then go out and get a coffee and a paper and sit in the coffee shop and read the want ads. When I wasn't job hunting, I sat and read in a park, or sat at my computer and played. I listened to music constantly. My iPod had an eclectic variety of music on it with over 5000 songs.
After two weeks of this, I was getting discouraged and thinking about moving back home; not that there was a lot to go back to there. I only had my Aunt and Uncle, and they much rather preferred it when I wasn't there.
I had just returned from my morning rounds and opened my apartment door. There was an envelope on the floor with my name on it. I closed the door, put my stuff down, and then sat down with the letter. There was no return address and it hadn't been mailed, but had just been stuck under the door.
I opened the envelope; it wasn't sealed, and pulled out the note.
It said"
Tom,
I understand you are looking for a job. I am looking for an employee. The job is working in role playing. It is a flexible position and doesn't follow traditional 9 - 5 work hours. Remuneration includes room and board and a money stipend.
Please apply at apartment 101, no later than 11 am.
M.
I didn't know any of the people in the building and couldn't remember who lived in 101. I didn't even know if it was a man or a woman.
I read it through again and noticed it didn't say, "if you are interested, please apply;" it just said, "Please apply."
I looked at my watch and saw that it was 10:45. I got up and raced into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. The same six foot, mousy brown haired, hazel eyed, slightly wimpy swimmer's build guy looked back at me that always did. I smiled and checked my teeth. I gargled while I ran a comb through my fairly short hair.
After I spit out the mouthwash, I washed my hands, and then looked at myself once again in the mirror. I turned sideways and looked at my back, to see if my shirt was tucked in correctly. I was wearing khaki's and a blue button down shirt with brown loafers and socks.
I gathered up my resumé and a pen and headed out. I got to the door of 101, just before 11 by my watch. I knocked on the door. I heard, "Come in," in a stern bass voice.
I opened the door and walked in. I looked around, as I didn't readily see anyone. I heard soft music in one direction, and followed it. I entered a library of sorts; lots of books, a fireplace with a nice fire crackling, and a large man with his back to me sitting at a desk with a couple of monitors on it.
He turned in his chair and I saw a man in his forties, strong, military looking, with salt and pepper buzz cut hair, square jaw, and piercing blue eyes. He was dressed in a black t-shirt, black pants, and black tennis shoes.
"Tom, I see you are on time. I like punctuality." He didn't suggest I sit, so I remained standing, trying to figure out what to do with my hands. I finally put them behind my back, while I held my resumé between them.
Then it dawned on me. "My resumé, Sir." I don't know why I said Sir, but it seemed appropriate for him.
"Thank you," he took it and skimmed it quickly, then placed it on the desk behind him.
"Yes, are you interested in the job?" he said, looking me directly in the face.
"Yes, Sir," I said automatically. "I mean, I would like to know more about it."
"It involves role play and a commitment on your part of your time, energies, interests, and intellect." He stopped, and I thought he had paused.
"I know a bit about computer role play," I said, trying to get more information and also to let him know I was qualified.
"I am aware of your abilities, Tom."
"I am sorry, Sir; you seem to have the advantage. I don't know your name."
"Sir, will do for now." He smiled. It didn't seem to have a lot of warmth in it, but it wasn't a mean smile. Just devoid of emotion.
"Then, Sir, how are you aware of my abilities? Have I applied to your firm? Or did you see my resumé online some place?"
"No," he said simply.
He let me stand there then. I didn't know what else to say.
"I have been observing you for some time, Tom, and I think you are the perfect boy for the job I have." I looked at him quizzically; what did he mean observing me?
"I am willing to offer you a salary of $150,000 a year, plus room and board, in exchange for your abilities and talents."
I was floored! The amount was staggering! I hadn't anticipated getting even a third of that right out of college. I was ready to sign on the dotted line. "But what do I do for that?" I asked stupidly.
His smile was back and he said, "For that price, whatever I ask you to!" He gave a small chuckle. I gave a nervous laugh. I nodded.
"So do we have a deal, Tom?" I was still reeling from the amount. I wanted the money so badly.
"Yes," I said quickly. I have looked back on that answer many times over the last couple of weeks and wondered if I would have said something different had I known more about the job. "When do I start?"
He turned back to his desk, picked up and brought over a piece of paper and a pen and said, "Sign here." I looked at his steel blue eyes, took the pen and, leaning over the desk, signed the paper. He smiled as he read my signature. "Good."
"So when do I start? What time should I be back here tomorrow, Sir?" I was eager to begin earning that money.
"You have just started," he said enigmatically.
I frowned and looked at him. "Okay, so should I go get my briefcase and stuff?"
"No, everything you need is here. You will live and work here. Your room is ready for you and everything you need will be provided." I wasn't getting it, but I decided to wait and get my stuff, clear out my apartment, etc. after work this evening.
"Come over here, Tom. I want to show you something." He turned back to his desk and I moved over to stand behind him. There were 3 monitors on his desk. On the center one was a couple of folders and one of them had my name on it. He double clicked on it; it opened a document that had a picture of me. It almost looked like what I had seen in the mirror this morning. I was looking straight at the camera, but I didn't remember having a picture like this taken.
I scanned down the document and saw that it had my complete history in bullets there. It showed my birth date, location, weight, parents, their deaths, a picture of my drivers license, my high school graduation picture, my college graduation picture, my courses and grades, my roommates name, my last 5 addresses.
"What?" I asked, feeling really weird right now.
"Just a bit of information about you. If you are working for me, I have to know all about you." I thought I had heard him stress the 'all' in that last sentence.
He clicked another document and a list of online games that I played was listed. "How did you...?" I asked, still looking at the list.
Instead of answering, he asked, "And Tom, do you prefer men or women as sexual partners?"
I was flummoxed and didn't know how to respond. "I, ah, haven't. I mean, I don't."
He clicked another button and a list of every website I had been to recently showed up. It listed an assortment of porn spots. I blushed deeply.
"From the sites you have visited and the pics and vids you have selected, it appears you might have some bi-sexual tendencies. And I haven't seen any visitors of either sex to provide more information."
I was stunned and embarrassed and ashamed and humiliated--all at once. I was a virgin. I had never been with anyone. And yes, I visited porn sites and got off; that's what everyone did.
"And now if you would remove your clothes, I can get you properly fitted with your uniform."
I blushed again and stammered, "Sir, I don't, I mean, I'm not," I had no idea what to say.
"Tom, it isn't as if I haven't seen a naked man before," he said in his calm voice.
I still hesitated.
"And Tom it isn't as if I haven't seen you naked before," he said, still looking at his computer. He clicked on a couple of keys and on the right hand screen a picture of me naked appeared.
I was shocked. It was me standing in my bathroom naked.
I was getting very nervous now. "Sir, I am sorry; I must have misunderstood. I don't think that I am right for you." I started backing away.
He turned in his chair, gave me that smile and said, "Tom you are perfect for me. And, you have signed the agreement. This agreement," he held up the paper, "says you will do whatever I say, whenever I say it; that you have in essence signed your life over to me for a period of one year. All that in exchange for room, board and $150,000 at the end of that year. And it began at 11:15 am today. So for one year, you belong to me. I am not a bad Master and you will be treated fairly and even pampered. One year from today, you may either leave through that door, or you may choose to sign up for another year."
My heart was pounding. He had to be joking. I didn't read the paper I signed. What about family, my stuff, my career, what about the law?
"You are probably wondering about a lot of things at this point. Your aunt and uncle will receive a letter from you telling of your acceptance into the peace corps and that you will be back in a year or so and will update them by email. From what I understand, they will not miss you too much." He smiled again.
"As to your apartment, it will be cleared and cleaned. Your items will be put into storage for you until one year from now. The manager has been contacted and your lease cancelled. Your phone will be forwarded to mine, in case there is an emergency or something. Same with your cell phone." He paused to let all that sink in.
"And finally, the law. The paper you signed will hold up in any court in the nation. It is all perfectly legal; you signed it of your own accord without coercion." He turned and clicked on an icon on his desktop and on the left hand screen was a vid of me signing the paper. I looked very happy and eager in the shot.
"So, let's get started shall we.? The rules are simple. Whatever I say, you do. You will always address me as Sir. You will always be addressed as boy. You will only speak if spoken to, and if you show disrespect or fail to follow directions you will be punished. The punishment will always fit the crime, as they say. I don't believe in harming you; just getting the message across." He looked at me. "Do you understand?"
Dumbfounded, I nodded. He rapped me in the nuts. I felt it. I didn't buckle over, but I still clutched my groin and pulled air between my teeth. "That wasn't very hard, but you forgot to address me as Sir. Do you understand, boy?"
"Yes, Sir," I said quickly. Yes, I realized he could have hit me much harder in the nuts, but he had just tapped them. I hadn't been expecting it. It was a shock and a jolt.
"So, back to where we started; strip, boy," he said, and looked at me dispassionately.
"Yes, Sir," I said, but hesitated a bit, then shrugged. What the heck; he had already seen me naked. I unbuttoned my sleeves and then the front of my shirt. I pulled out the tails of the shirt and then took it off. I folded it in half and lay it over the arm of the chair near by. I then pulled my t-shirt out of my pants and then off. I folded it and put it over the shirt.
I toed off my loafers and then bent to remove my socks. I put the socks in the shoes and put them next to the chair. Every fiber in my body was vibrating, I was so nervous. My hands shook as I unbuckled my belt and undid the hook on my pants. I took a deep breath, looked at him, and he made no expression. I unzipped my pants and pushed them down. I stepped out of them and stood up, just in my white briefs, as I folded the pants and put them on the stack of clothes. . I put my hand on my crotch and looked at him; he continued to look at me without expression, and I took another deep breath and pushed down my briefs.
I could hardly pick them up, my hands were shaking so badly. I blushed as I laid them on the other clothes and stood up. I put my hands over my crotch again and he said, "No, no hiding what you have. They belong to me now."
I blushed again, as I removed my hands and put them behind me in what I thought was a parade rest position.
He reached over and fondled my cock and balls, rolling my balls between his fingers and gently squeezing my dick. I moaned and my cock swelled a bit. It was the first time anyone, other than a doctor, had touched my dick.
He continued on, manipulating my equipment while looking at my face. I blushed again as I swelled to complete hardness in his hand. No one had ever seen me hard before. My trembling had progressed such that my left leg was shaking.
"Now, bring yourself to climax," he said again, without expression. He looked into my eyes as he said it.
"Yes, Sir," I whispered, and looked at him and swallowed.
"I could show you videos I have of you doing this in your bed, but just know that it doesn't matter. You must follow instructions," he said matter-of-factly.
I closed my eyes and began to slowly stroke my cock. I didn't know how do this in front of someone, and had he really seen me doing this in my own room?
"NO! Open your eyes and look at me while you do this," he said with emphasis, and my eyes flashed open.
I looked at him as I began to stroke myself in the manner that had become habit for me. On each out stroke, I would rub my forefinger over the head of my dick. I didn't squeeze so much as I created a friction over the head of my cock. It wasn't long before precum was leaking out my cock and adding to increased sensations.
I moaned and then remembered where I was again. I had always felt that cumming for someone had to be the most intimate thing I could show a person, and now I was doing it for a man that was practically a stranger.
His gaze moved from my face a couple of times down to my crotch, but, for the most part stayed on my face as I continued to manipulate myself.
It had been a day or so since I had last shot so I knew that I was not going to last long, and I also realized that this was pushing buttons I never knew existed. I momentarily closed my eyes, and shuddered as I felt the familiar beginning of the rush.
My mind was blown, and I was getting lost in a fog of sex and sensations like I had never felt before. It was as if all kinds of fantasies and ideas, that I had kept buried for a long time, were bubbling out. I had often thought of having to perform in front of someone, having to jerk off for them. But I didn't ever see the sex of the person I did it for. I hadn't thought about doing it for a man. It was really driving me wild.
I felt an electrical charge surge through me, and I looked into his eyes as I shuddered and knew that the rush was upon me! I gasped and shook as it hit me. I began to shoot and I think I shot like I had never shot before, more and further than I would have thought possible.
I shuddered as I came down from the high, and realization of where I was hit me. My whole body shivered as I stood there with a cum covered hand.
"Lick you hand clean."
"Yes, Sir," I whispered nervously. I had never tasted my cum. I had always wanted to, but after I came it just didn't seem right. But I raised my hand to my face and licked it The taste was not what I had expected. It was salty, but with a tang of sweetness. He watched as I licked my hand clean.
"Very good, boy," he said, and I felt a rush of pride as if I had just beat a record of some sort. I had pleased him.
"Thank you, Sir," I said, and felt a bit strange as the reality of the situation set in. I was standing in a stranger's house, naked, and had just jerked off for him. I mentally shook my head and wondered again what the heck I had gotten myself into.
"Come here, boy," he said, indicating the spot in front of him.
I moved over and stood where indicated, while saying, "Yes, Sir."
"Kneel, boy," he said, and watched as I gave affirmation, and then knelt. It was as if I was mesmerized. A small smile creased one corner of his mouth.
"Kiss my shoes, boy," he said firmly.
I raised my head to look him in the face to see if he was serious. There was no hint of humor in his expression. "Yes, Sir," I whispered again.
I bent over and put my lips on the toe of his right shoe. "Lick my shoe, boy,"
"Yes, Sir," I said hoarsely, and put my tongue out and licked his shoe.
He stood and said, "Keep your head down on the floor, boy." I acknowledged and did as he directed, realizing that my ass was up in the air completely exposed. He walked around behind me and rubbed his hand over my ass. I shivered again.
That was when I heard, "Sir?" It was a woman's voice! And I was stunned. I kept my face to the floor, as I blushed. I felt so humiliated, to be caught naked and kneeling in this man's room.
"Ms. Harrington, this is my new boy. He will be living here for the next year. He will do as I ask, so if there is ever anything you would like to see him do, just let me know." He ran his hand over my ass again. Then I felt a cooler hand move over my ass, and knew that she was running hers over it as well. I shivered and blushed to the floor, and squeezed my eyes shut as if to hide myself.
"Stand up, boy, and let Ms. Harrington get a good look at you."
I shuddered and gave a barely audible acknowledgement and slowly got to my feet. I kept my head down, looking at the floor as I stood up, naked in front of this woman. I saw, and then felt, her hand touch my cock and balls, cupping them. I gritted my teeth and tried to fight the humiliation I felt.
"You are to listen to her, but you must follow my instructions. She may not ask you to do anything other than household chores, or to ask information regarding food requests." He watched my face. "However, you will follow my directions to the letter, whether she or anyone else is around." He paused, reached over, and raised my head until he was looking me in the eye. "I sometimes enjoy watching your eyes and their reactions as you do what I direct you do to."
I shuddered again, and a tear slipped out of my eye, and I tried not to lose it, due to the humiliation I felt.
"Yes, Sir," I said in a voice that had to work around the lump in my throat.
The woman left, and I was left alone with him once more. It was then I realized that she must have taken my clothes out with her, as they were no longer in the room. "Yes, you will not wear clothes in my home, unless I direct you to. Tomorrow, after you have settled in, you will be shaved and will remain devoid of hair from the neck down, and your hair on your head will be kept short. You will be instructed in how to maintain your cleanliness."
"Yes, Sir," I said hoarsely.
He told me to follow him and he led me through the house. I worried that each time I entered a room or passed a door if there was someone else that was going to see me. I felt on display as I followed him.
He stopped me in a bedroom. "This is my bedroom and this is where you will sleep tonight. I didn't want you to feel alienated your first night. So like a new puppy, I want you to sleep in here, so you will have a presence, and possibly a comfort, for your first night in your new position. Do you understand, boy?"
I didn't really, but answered, "Yes, Sir," as I looked around the room. His king bed looked huge compared to the double bed I was used to in my apartment. There would certainly be enough room in the bed for both of us, but I had never shared a bed before. I was aware of my nakedness again.
He moved to the end of the bed and pulled up a blanket. He put it on the floor next to his bed and said, "You will sleep here," indicating the floor next to his bed. My mind spun on its axis again as it took in this information. I WAS being treated like a puppy. I was to sleep on the floor next to his bed.
He then had me follow him into the toilet connected to his bedroom. "You may relieve yourself now."
I looked at him and then at the toilet and then back to him. "If you are piss shy, you will get over it. Now pee, boy." He pointed at the toilet.
He stood there watching me. I looked at the toilet and knew this was going to be difficult. I had never been able to pee in front of anyone. I was so piss shy that if I went into a toilet and there weren't dividers between the urinals and someone was standing there, I would have to go into a toilet and close the door to pee. I was jerked out of my reverie by a smack on my ass.
"Yes, Sir!" I said, and jumped a bit. I took my cock in hand and pointed it at the bowl. I pushed and closed my eyes. I tried to get a flow going, but nothing was happening.
He reached over and turned on the water in the sink, "Close your eyes and imagine being alone and pissing into a stream, boy," as he patted me on the ass, and then was quiet.
I followed his instructions, realizing he was going to stay there until I did go. Eventually, a trickle came out and finally a stream. I sighed and stood there and pissed for the first time in front of someone else.
When I finished, I flushed the toilet, washed my hands, and brushed my teeth with the brush he provided. Then he led me back to the bedroom and told me to lie down on the blanket. I laid down and curled up in a fetal position. He looked at me and gave me the first real smile of the day. "You are so cute, laying there naked, boy."
I blushed and answered a soft, "Yes, Sir."
He brought another blanket over and covered me up. Then I watched as he went over to the walk in closet. He pulled off his t-shirt, showing his strong, well defined chest. His chest hair defined his pecs, enhancing and framing them. A trail of hair led down from his pecs to his navel and then on down into his pants.
He pulled off his shoes and socks and put them in his closet; socks in a hamper and shoes on a rack. Then he turned and faced me as he undid his pants and pushed them down. I stared, fascinated. I had seen naked men before at the gym and in the porn that I watched, but I hadn't focused on them, or at least I didn't feel that I had. He removed the pants and stood in a pair of tight boxer briefs as he hung up his pants. I saw his firm butt as he turned to hang them in the closet. His legs were covered in a coarse pattern of hair.
He turned and faced me. He watched my face as he pushed down his briefs and stepped out of them. He had a thick dick, even if it was soft. The thick black bush of hair that surrounded it was wiry hair, not kinky curly like mine. His balls were big extra large and egg shaped. He put his underwear in the hamper, and scratched himself while he knew I was watching.
He switched off lights, except the one next to his bed, pulled back his covers, and climbed in. He pulled the covers over his naked body. He picked up a book to read and, while reading it, reached down and ran his hand over my head. Just like patting the head of a puppy.
While he read, my mind wheeled and spun thinking about what had happened over the last couple of hours. It was then that I realized that it had to be only noon or 1 pm at the latest, but I was exhausted. I listened to his breathing for a while and finally drifted off to sleep.
My dreams were chaotic and wild. I can't remember them, but I woke to hear him snoring. It was so strange to hear this and to be so close to another naked man. I shivered again, thinking of being alone, naked with another man. What did he have planned for me? Was he going to use me sexually? Could I do that? What would it mean about me?
I fell back into a troubled sleep, only to be woken by a shake on my shoulder. "Get up, boy," he said. I blinked my eyes and tried to focus. He was dressed in tan shorts and a light green polo shirt.
"Yes, Sir," I mumbled, as I struggled to get up. I was a bit stiff from my first sleep on the hard floor. He led me back into the toilet and had me sit on it.
"Relieve yourself, boy." It took me a moment to figure out what he meant. and I couldn't believe he was standing there waiting for me to take a dump.
"Boy, if you can't go, I'll get Ms. Harrington in to administer an enema to you. I can assure you she is quite good at it." I closed my eyes and tried not to blush again at the thought of a woman giving a grown man an enema.
I sat there and pushed until I went, finally. He told me to clean myself up and left the room. I wiped and flushed and was once again suffused with humiliation.
Back in the bedroom, he handed me a thin pair of nylon running shorts. They had no liner, so it was nearly like wearing nothing. The nylon tank-top was equally thin. He gave me a pair of slip-on slippers and had me follow him.
At the front door, he put a collar around my neck and cinched it up close fitting, and attached a leash to it. He then led me out into the hall and down a set of stairs to a garage that I hadn't know existed in the house. He put me into the back seat of a van, closed the door, and then moved to the driver's seat.
He pushed a button on the visor and the garage door rose and he backed out. He drove off and said nothing as he drove through town. I looked around, out the windows, and wondered if I would ever walk those streets again.
Then he pulled into a parking space in a large parking lot in a park. "Okay, strip, boy," he said, and my heart started racing. I wanted to do this. I always wanted to do what he told me, but still it made me nervous. Every fiber in my body seemed to be vibrating as I pulled off my thin t-shirt and shorts in the back seat of his van, which was in a parking lot of a local park. This was the first time he had brought me here and I didn't know what to expect.
I thought about that for a moment. Did I really want to please him? What had come over me while I slept? Some kind of resolution? "Yes, Sir," I said, as I removed the clothes he had given me. I now sat naked in the back of his van. I handed him the clothes at his direction. I shivered, wondering what he had in store for me.
He opened his door, got out, closed it, and then moved back to the door to the left of me. He opened the door, exposing me to the world. I felt trapped. He walked around and slid open the door on the other side, so now I was completely exposed to anyone and everyone that might walk or drive by.
He moved around and got into the front passenger seat. He took out a video camera, pointed it at me and said, "Get yourself hard, boy."
I stammered out a "Yes, Sir," and reached down to grip my cock. I was looking at him as I played with myself, and didn't see the first man that moved up to the side of the van to watch.
But when the second man said, "Nice!," I froze and became aware of the two of them. They were standing on opposite sides of the van watching me.
I wanted to crawl into the proverbial black hole at that point, but I looked at him and he said, "Continue, boy."
A very raspy "Yes, Sir," escaped my lips, which I had to lick after I said the words, realizing how dry they were.
Humiliation, degradation, exhibitionism and lust all warred in my head. What was he doing to me? I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to get a grip on reality, but it was slipping away. "Yeah, kid, let's see how big it gets," I heard from the side of the van.
More men had gathered to watch me as I performed for them. I closed my eyes again and realized it was only the first day of my year. What else would he make me do? Would I make it through a year? What if I didn't? What was the penalty for not making it through? Fuck me, what I had I gotten myself into?
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