Not suitable for under 18's Support Nifty ********************** My head bowed, right cheek stinging a little from the slap "yes Sir, I'm sorry Sir, I'm a naughty fucking piggy".
"That you are" and he stood, ramming my head into his groin again. "Get your tongue out and make it shine boy". **********************
Part 5: Make it Shine
I could tell you that in this moment, this crazy moment, the moment my tongue licked up his packed leather pouch on his jock that I tasted a million and one different things: sweat; cum; piss etc. But to be honest I didn't taste a thing. It's the advantage of leather, it's waterproof. Maybe I got more of his scent. But what I really got was the sensation that behind this thin barrier of leather was his cock, his balls. There were the little growls when I clearly hit a more sensitive part. I was no fool. I didn't over work them. I stayed desperate, hungry, licking all over but never forgetting where I got a reaction.
Jeff took my head and smeared me about. Making my face damp with my own spit. After a few minutes of this hungry action he pulled my head back "spit on my jock boy, get it nice and wet so you can really shine it up".
It seemed almost insulting to do this, spitting at someone, even towards a jock pouch like this seemed a bit crazy. However, it was clearly a lesson. Lubrication is king and what your own mouth produces is as valuable as any bottle. Also like the best Dom's, Jeff knew that smearing a boy in his own juices had a certain dumb inducing factor.
I leant back and took aim, it sprayed out a bit but the majority hit the target "lick it in boy, make it fucking shiny". The whole texture had changed, slippery, the smell of my own spit mixing with the smell of Jeff. "Again, again" Jeff instructed as on multiple occasions he pulled me out, got me to spit and shoved me back.
Now getting rubber gear to really spit shine is easy. But for some reason leather is a bit more of a bitch. It takes a lot of effort. The whole `spit shine' deal on shoes and boots forgets that polish is part of the chemistry. But just your own spit? Well, that takes more effort and it doesn't stay wet for long.
However, for the leather guys that make you work like this it's part of the fun, part of the game, making you work.
Jeff was teaching me in this moment a basic fucking lesson, a lazy boy is a pointless boy.
Spit, lick, smear, over and over and over again. I was getting a little light headed and then pulled me out by my shoulder length, curly red hair. "Look at your face in the mirror boy, see you've got it to shine".
For some reason the full length mirrors Jeff had around suddenly made total sense. `They make a room bigger', bull shit, they keep a boy in a constant state of being on display.
My face was bright with my own spit. To be fair so was Jeff's jock. However, it was how mental it looked seeing my face look like that.
"Wait there" Jeff barked leaving me in the middle of the living room floor. He walked out, going up his stairs and returning shortly holding some type of strap.
It was in leather, about 2" thick, a small buckle, it was clearly for a wrist or ankle. "Stand boy, hold out your left arm". I did as I was told, looking back as he buckled the strap around my wrist.
"Now you're so indie boy no ones going to question this, but leather guys will know, they'll know what this means, that you're a freak and you're owned. Like your jock, you keep it on."
My heart beat fast at this clear out wood expression. I bit my lip and looked back at Jeff. In some way my face must have changed "what?" He said forcefully.
"Oh it's just, it's crazy, I can't quite believe we're doing this" I said nervously.
"Well we are, you had that chance to leave but you stayed and so far you're far from disappointing boy". Jeff now walked over to his wallet, grabbed a bunch of notes and gave them to me "Frankies hair, Cumberland St, Jessica, you book in with her and get those locks cut. I can't have a boy of mind looking like his mom"
"What, no, serious?" I said, shocked and a little pissed off.
"Totally serious boy, modification will make you better, make you more dedicated. Now I'm away `till Friday. Get the hair chopped, keep the strap and jock on and I'll see you Friday about 6pm".
I nodded. Slightly stunned, I took my boots and gloves off. Put my T-shirt, jeans etc back on and left. My face covered in my dry spit and went home.
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