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Even The First - PART THIRTEEN
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Even The First - PART THIRTEEN
Obediently trying to please Nigel, I arched my back and stroked my hole, showed him, licked my finger and moistened it and pushed it more and more deeply.
Nigel grunted various crude words incoherently. He sounded like climaxing, but then he just stopped; he stopped jiggering his dick, sweating, and said, "Ok. That's what's missing when I see you serving. I mean you go through the motions but I want you to be happy to show it. Get me? I just want you to try. Just try a little harder. Show you're making an effort. Demonstrate your obedience with enthusiasm. Got that?"
"I am making an effort, Sir."
"Just show me."
"I don't know how, Sir."
"It doesn't matter. I want you to show me."
I continued playing with my hole as provocatively as I could, straining every muscle of my body to excite him and win his approval. Nevertheless, after a moment Nigel told me, "Ok, look over by the wall in the bottom drawer. There's a sex toy. I'd like to see you fucking yourself with it."
I crawled over to the drawer and found a massive butt plug I guessed he was referring to, amongst a whole mess of sex paraphernalia. I turned back to face him, spat on it, licked the spit all over the end and then started to ram it up myself.
Nigel watched with glee.
"Go on ram it in. Go on fuck yourself. Sit on it. Ride it. Take it deep."
I spread my knees and forced the thick sex toy up until it was totally inside me except for the flat base. Then I bounced up and down on it, letting Nigel see that it was deep in, spreading my knees wide and holding my gear out of the way.
"I just love having a naked slave cunt on my carpet, fucking himself for me. Show me how far up it is. Is it right in?"
"Yes Sir."
"Can you feel it pushing inside you?"
"Yes Sir."
"Now really bounce on it. I want to see you bounce hard down on it." Hurt yourself."
I did as he told me.
"Now stand up - but keep it in! Turn round and show me. That's right. That's good. Don't let it slip out. Ha ha difficult isn't it? Ha ha I can see you're really straining to hold it. Don't let it out."
I pointed my behind at Nigel so he could touch the toy and fuck me with it.
"Oh man how does that feel?"
"Feels good Sir."
"Bet it does, you little plug slut."
He hit the base of the plug a few times. It bounced against my prostate electrically.
"What I can't get over is how fucking passive you are. It's so impressive. I mean, it goes beyond obedience to orders and servile behaviour. You just aren't all there, are you? You just accept anything. You don't complain. You don't seem to even be aware of just how abused you are. You don't seem to know what's fucking obvious! I mean even when I tell you to your face what Paul is doing with you, what he has done to you, what he has planned for you, what he has stolen from you, it's like it's meaningless. Like you can't comprehend what you have become. Paul's totally fucked your head hasn't he?"
I didn't reply. The toy filled my hole. His foot pressed up against it.
"Hasn't he?"
All I could think about was the toy inside filling me. He kicked it.
"Ok. Stop that. Turn around. Face me. Listen. C'm'ere."
I waddled towards him and sat down next to him so that the plug pressed deeply in, comfortably and reassuringly. Nigel put his arms round me and stroked my head.
"Is that all you want?" He asked.
I pressed my face into his neck and kissed him and inhaled his unclean odour, feeling the gratitude that had become the deepest feeling in my life, the relief from strain, the relief from self-reliance and despair. I tasted his salt on my lips.
"There there. I guess it doesn't matter in the end. At least you're safe. Tell you what, let's play a game. It's called doggie. I put you on a lead and you pretend to be s dog. How's that?"
I nodded, lifted up my head and grinned, stuck out my tongue like a puppy. Nigel laughed.
"See. I want you to go back to Paul with that attitude. He deserves it. I want you to go back him with renewed vigour. Ok. Just real enthusiasm and eagerness. That's it. Now fetch your lead. Where's you lead? But keep the plug in! Where is it? Fetch it. Fetch."
I looked around, trying to guess where he might have put it. Nigel laughed. "Hehe you don't know where your lead is, do you doggie?" He rubbed my head and then put his fingers in front of my mouth so I could lick them. "That's it. Good doggie. Good doggie." He patted my head again. "Lead's under the chair. Now fetch you lead like a good doggie." He pointed at the floor underneath, where the weight of his big bum pressed down the padding of his chair - a space of about six inches. I could see my lead and scratched it out, being as dog-like as I could. I picked up the lead in my teeth and lifted it up before resting my chin of Nigel's fat naked knee, pretending to pant slightly. "Good dog," he said again, taking the lead from me, patting my head before fixing the collar round my neck. Then he held the chain and shook it so that I could feel him holding it. The butt plug was still fucking me. Nigel snapped on he chain and said, "You know I won't disappoint you. You like being puppy. You look hot. Lick my hand. Sniff me. Sniff my cock. Sniff my balls. Go on sniff. Get in there. Doggies like smells don't they?"
He pulled my head towards him with the lead so that the collar cut into me. Then he leaned forward and got up. I backed away quickly. He strode into the kitchen, pulling me behind him.
"Heel!!"
I knelt by his leg, staring up at his face. He looked down at me, smiling. I must have looked like a real dog.
"That's a good dog. Good dog. You like being my good dog. I should take you out. Make you chase a stick. Would you like that?"
He gave me his fingers to lick.
"Course you would. Like that. I'd like a dog. A dog I could spank for being naughty. Give it a bright red botty. You like that.
"You know you have to do as I tell you. You can't pick and choose. I don't want to have to tell Paul. I think we should have some fun. I don't think Paul has enough fun with you. That's the trouble. I've never understood that. After all what's a slave for?
"Does he use corporal punishment? Cs that makes a slave even more submissive. Does he? Does that make you more eager to please him? Are you eager to please? Do you like to say thank you? Do you like to beg? Say thank you sir. "
"Thank you Sir."
"That's good. Lie down on the floor and raise your legs. Right up. That's right. Good dog. Like having your belly tickled?" He laughed and bent forward to touch me. As he did so, he said, "I once knew this young guy, used to come round. Do exercises in the carpet here right in front of me. Handstands. Can you do handstands?"
"No, I can't Sir, sorry Sir."
"You should be able. He did them so easily. Loved it. No sex. Wouldn't let me touch him. All I wanted was to cuddle. He didn't like that.
"I'd really like to get some friends round here and have them watch you lick my feet. I'd really like that. Would you? Ha. No matter."
I was used to that. Paul loved little more than humiliating me or having me humiliate myself in front of some friends of his he'd invited round. His favourite game was to introduce me normally dressed and just like a normal person and then give me a humiliating instruction and see his friends enjoy the sudden realisation that I am just his property, just a slave or servant, and see their attitude change.
Once he had me meet his friends at the door. I was wearing clothes. Then I led them to where Paul was waiting in the main room and sat them down and then I got them drinks and so on. When they were sitting comfortably I came in and Paul held out his hand for me to lick - the palm. Whilst I was licking Paul's hand the room went silent. The guys were watching me. After a bit Paul said, "Right, get undressed," and, of course, I got undressed, immediately, there and then in front of them. When I had removed all of my clothes I simply stood up, looking straight ahead, and waited like that whilst Paul made conversation. The guys were just answering him, more or less, cs they were so amazed and surprised and embarrassed, and really could hardly take their eyes off me and couldn't really stop thinking about me standing there. After a while, Paul said, "Right, is there anything you'd like?"
They totally knew what he meant.
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END OF Even The First - PART THIRTEEN