Slave Son Part 1 hhh1/2 By Jon Hold Copyright ©2014 by Jon Hold
When Ruth came back to pick Bobby up that evening I had dinner ready and Bobby suitably attired to serve it. When he came out of the kitchen bearing the appetizers he was wearing the attire of a simple servant. A well scrubbed, unscented body with the essentials, a studded black leather collar, a thick black leather belt, a silver cock cage with a solid polished brass lock, and a bright red ass that was starting to show some signs of bruising. Ruth raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything.
Bobby quietly served the opening course and went to stand behind his mistresses chair. Another raised eyebrow and he froze, then reversed course and stood behind my chair, as MY servant at MY dinner party. He brought out the soup and properly served it when I signaled him to do so. He followed me into the kitchen when I excused myself to plate the main course. The dinner music was soft and subdued so I'm sure Ruth had no problem hearing me tear up Bobby's ass with a wooden spoon for his not having waited for me to return him to his Lady mistress. If she did have any question it was quickly resolved by the bright red marks from the spoon handle and the rather careful and stiff way that Bobby carried out the big platter.
After a very nice dinner, but before releasing Bobby to retire to the kitchen to clean up and do the dishes, I apologized to Ruth for not having the appropriate dog bowl to feed Bobby, but assured her that he had been allowed to lap water from the downstairs toilet bowl several times during the day and had been taken out to the garden to lift his leg.
I said "Thanks for sharing a meal with me" to Ruth at the front door and snapped a leather lead to Bobby's collar, telling him to pick up the paper shopping bag holding his clothes. "Thank you for the loan of the boy, Ruth. He was very helpful and came up with some really good ideas today." The chain looped around my finger, I held the key up in front of her, "Just in case you might want to give him some relief at some point."
Pushing a pointed fingernail into Bobby's somewhat tender buttock, she said, "I see you found it necessary to discipline him." She did NOT sound overly happy.
"Just a bit of a learning curve between he and I, and perhaps a little puppyish over-eagerness."
"You mean scampishness!"
"Well, yes" I said, "but I enjoyed every minute of my time with him, and he seemed to enjoy learning how to act around a man, and how to take a spanking like a man. All-in-all, I have nothing negative to say about the boy, and much positive."
"Will it hurt him in any way to wear that thing?"
I just grinned my most evil grin. Bobby almost started crying. Ruth just raised an eyebrow and stared at both of us.
I had asked Ruth to bring Bobby back in a week, but she was going to be out of town so it would be two weeks before I saw them again. Bobby looked at me beseechingly, I smiled at him... "Oh, no. It won't damage him unless he doesn't clean himself up properly after pissing all over himself. His youthful balls may explode from the internal pressure, but the surgeon should be able to cut the lock so he can clean up the mess and finish the emasculation properly."
Ruth looked a little startled and then, realizing that the payback for scampishness could be even more powerful scampishness, she winked from behind Bobby, "Then that's between you boys. You keep the key and Bobby can just mind his manners or pay the price."
I smiled and put the key back around my neck before shaking Bobby's new cage to make sure it was secure.
Ruth led the boy, essentially naked, out to her car. As he was leaving, Bobby turned and gave me a half-grateful/half-fearful smile. He looked like he hoped I was joking, but wasn't really sure. I figured that by the end of two weeks he just might have figured out what Tom Clancy meant when he wrote, "If you kick a tiger in the ass, you'd better have a plan for dealing with his teeth."
The Friday after she got back Ruth called and then brought Bobby over for another fitting. She explained that she had to go out of town again. "When you get done with him just call this number...", handing me a piece of paper, "...and my chauffer will come get him." Then she looked at Bobby, who, standing there with a ball gag in his mouth, obviously trying to not squirm around, looked like he was about to cry, or have apoplexy or something. Her voice carrying a certain degree of irritation, she turned to me and said, "My chauffer and his wife, my cook and maid, don't particularly like Bobby, and HE," glaring eyes focused on Bobby, "really doesn't like them. Not your problem, but Bobby's been after me to ask you if he can stay here until I get back."
I looked Bobby over, then back at Ruth, "From the looks of that ball gag, and how tight it is, my guess is that he was on to you just a little bit too much."
"One time too many. Or fifty times or whatever it was. No obligation of any sort, Jon, but if you wouldn't mind putting up with him, I would appreciate it if he could stay here with you. He'd be much happier and, I think, much better taken care of." Looking at me with piercing, calculating eyes, she said, "I don't know what it is, but Bobby seems smitten with you. Usually he can't stand other males. But it's been, `Mr. Hold, this; Mr. Hold that' until I was wondering why I didn't just gag him,... so I did!"
"I don't have a problem with Bobby staying here. Maybe we can have something to show you when you come back."
"That would be wonderful, Jon. He's yours until I get back. Totally YOURS! You will be his Master and he WILL do as he's told. Other than not permanently scarring his face or breaking something important, he's all yours to do with as you wish!" Turning to leave, she looked back over her shoulder, "Oh, yes. I would appreciate it if you didn't emasculate the boy unless it seems really necessary."
With that parting shot she turned and went back up the stairs and, a few seconds later, I heard the door open and close. I turned to Bobby to say something. There was terror in his eyes and his hands were clasped in front of the cage holding what he was so fearful of loosing.
I didn't mind teasing and playing with the boy, but terror is WAY past my limits. "Bobby, please come over here."
In what might well have been the bravest thing he'd ever done, Bobby walked over to me, stopping within easy reach. He was standing at his version of attention, hands down to his sides, body straight and as tall as he could make himself, his eyes staring past me. And trembling. I really didn't like to see anyone that afraid, ever!
"Bobby," I said, reaching over gently, slowly, taking a grip on his wire covered balls, "you know how you like teasing and being `scampish'. Well, I think your mistress and I just taught you that we can be scampish too!"
Bobby let that soak in, and I could nearly see the wheels turning. Suddenly his head snapped around to face me and I had a wildcat in my hands. A seriously pissed off wildcat.
Laughing so hard that I was nearly hurting myself, it took every bit of my martial arts training to keep him from doing me grievous bodily injury. Not that he wasn't trying!
"THAT'S NOT VERY NICE!!!"
"YOU AND MOM SCARED ME!"
"YOU WERE BEING MEAN!!!"
I gathered Bobby up against my chest, hands trapped so he couldn't hit and sat us down in my Easy Boy Rocker. "Think about it, Bobby. When you tease us you don't tell us you're teasing. That wouldn't be fun. And, admit this, at least to yourself, when you tease, it's because you love to play, AND you want some attention, even if that attention involves you being disciplined. TRUE?" When he didn't answer I swatted his butt, lightly. "TRUE?"
His body shaking in emotional turmoil, hiccuping as he tried to stop crying, Bobby looked up briefly, his face covered in snot and tears, nodded "yes", and then buried his head back in my chest. I got a couple of tissues from the side-table and turned his face to me so I could wipe away most of the snot and tears, having him blow his nose at the end. He buried his head in my chest again and soon fell asleep. I held him and rocked until he woke from his nap two hours later.
"OK. Time to get up, Champ! Go to the bathroom and take a shower!" He scampered off to the bathroom. A few minutes later I heard the toilet flush. A minute after that I saw his head peek around the corner of the hallway. "Why aren't you in the shower?"
"I'm afraid I'll slip and fall in that big tub, Mr. Hold."
I was hearing a little boy talking. " There's non-slip strips on the bottom of the tub! If you're afraid to take a shower, take a tub bath."
I heard water running and then silence. I felt rather that saw the boy lurking next to the hallway entrance. "Didn't I tell you to take a bath?"
"I'm afraid of the deep water, Sir."
Sighing, I got up and went to the hallway, took a certain young man by the ear and marched him to the bathroom on his tippy-toes. "Now! Into the tub!"
The boy carefully peeked over the side of the tub, carefully not touching the tub in any way. "That's really deep, Sir! What am I going to do if I slip and my head goes under water?"
"Well, if that happens, I guess you'll just have to sit back up."
Undaunted, he looked up at me with big, soft puppy dog eyes. "But what if I hit my head and can't get back up and drown and die? What are you going to tell Mam then. You're going to have to tell her you let me drown even after I asked for help."
"No, you didn't"
Shocked. Very nearly incredulous boy looked at me, not knowing what to to. "Huh?
"You never actually asked me if I wanted to take a bath with you!" You could see the wheels spinning. His face got bright red and he coughed to clear his throat.
"Mr. Jon, would you like to take a bath with me?"
"Sounds like fun!" and I started getting undressed.
Bobby eagerly helped me get undressed, taking down my pants so I didn't have to bend over. Folding my clothes very neatly and stacking them outside so they wouldn't get wet. We helped each other get into the tub and set about having as much fun as possible, ducking each other. Tickling each other...
Bobby got me to stand up so he could "Properly wash your feet and legs, Sir". He hesitated when he got to my groin. Nervous and apprehensive. A worried look on his face. I asked him to stand up, and when he did I gently enfolded him in my arms, bowed my head and gave him a warm and gentle dry-lipped kiss. Bobby moaned and melted into my embrace.
"Have you ever been with a man, Bobby. I mean have you ever had sex with another male?
"No, Sir. I was my mothers only child and she watched over me very closely. I went to private schools and was always under supervision. I was never allowed to play with other kids or have very much to do with the other boys. My teachers were all older men who totally believed in the adage, "Spare the child and spoil the rod!" Only they used rattan canes and a whipping bench. If you were going to get more than five of the best you got strapped to the spanking bench which kept you from moving and stretched out your butt muscles for maximum effect. Canings were always done with the boy totally nude to embarrass him and so the proctors and teachers could see the results of their work. Often the boy was left on display as a warning to the other boys for hours on end and could hardly walk when they were finally released. Some of the teachers enjoyed assigning extra strokes for "non-responsiveness and insubordination". Sometimes the boys were forced to walk until they were about to pass out from the pain before being strapped back onto the spanking bench and given as many as twenty additional strokes for their "Crimes" This only happened to the boarding boys who often wouldn't see their parents from one year to the next, if ever. Some of the cute boys were personal servants to certain of the teachers who liked to bugger boys. Those boys were much more likely to spend long periods of time experiencing the spanking bench and its many uses. Over and over until they were slaves to their masters. Willing, even eager, submissive slaves. [Proving the efficacy of totally inappropriate behavior. Inappropriate for the care-less parents as much as for the instructors!] Our chauffeur brought me to school each morning and brought me home immediately after school so the most I ever got was four strokes of the cane. But I hated seeing how some of the other boys were abused."
I hugged Bobby closer to my naked body and he started nursing on my left nipple. Still holding the nursing boy against my body I pulled the plug to drain the tub, closed the glass doors and got the shower going, washing my new friend, getting him out of his black memories, and getting washed in return. Only Bobby eschewed the use of soap, finding it much more effective to use his tongue and bare hands. I never objected in any way whatsoever! EVER!
Bobby's pointy tongue was everywhere, cleaning my nose, my ears, his tongue widening to cleanse my broad, flat surfaces, the nape of my neck, my entire back, my armpits which, it seems, were badly in need of a long, intense session of tongue work before meeting with Bobby's approval. My chest, my belly, and another long session with Bobby on his knees caring for my crotch every bit as assiduously and diligently as he had done my armpits. Apparently Bobby really liked the taste and smell of a man.
The problem arose when Bobby discovered that, if he worked at it just right, he could get both of my eggs into his mouth at the same time. He looked up at me with those big puppydog eyes and smiled, as if to say, "See Mr. Hold, Sir. See what I can do." Then he snuggled in, leaning against me, his tongue slowly laving my nuts interspersed with short sessions of nursing on my balls just like he did my titties. After about fifteen minutes I figured that he was happy, with no plan to do anything else for the rest of the night. An outside observer might have discerned that standing in the bathtub all night was not my idea of a wonderful thing to do, ever! Twice I told Bobby to let go of my happiness boys. The third time I one-finger poked him in the forehead before telling him to let go of me. Three strikes, no response from my problem child. I leaned over, spotted my target and laid one on with the flat of my hand as hard as I could. There was a loud popping sound as he jerked backwards and my poor gonies were jerked out through his lips.
"Oooow', he said, tears in his eyes and hand rubbing his butt, "Why'd you do that?"
"Did you really think I was going to stand in the tub all night while you dozed and sucked on my balls?"
Again, I could see the wheels turning. Then her looked back up at me, a guilty look on his face. "Oops?"
"Yeah! Oops." Stepping out of the tub and reaching for a bath towel I looked back at him, " It's bed time. Piss. Brush your teeth. And off to bed with you! No screwing around!"
"Yes, Sir."
A giggly boy teasing and wanting to play is not conducive to a fast anything! A few (all too light) taps on his superfine ass and we finally headed upstairs. Going up the stairs he asked where he was supposed to sleep. I told him all the guest bedrooms were behind us down stairs. He said "That's OK. I can sleep on the couch."
"I don't have sheets for the couch."
"That's OK. I can sleep on the floor."
"And ruin my shag carpeting when you wank yourself? I don't fucking think so!"
"I can't sleep sitting on the toilet, Sir. Where am I going to sleep."
I made a big show of trying to figure out where my guest could sleep. Finally, I sighed a deep sigh, "Well, I guess you're just have to bunk in with he."
"Do I haf'ta?" He whined.
"There's just no other choice that I can see.."
He perked right up. "OK, Last one in bed has to kiss ass!" And took off down the hall. I caught him at my door, his not having figured out that the door opened outwards, not in! I picked him up, set him down and was in bed, on my belly, legs wide open when he finally climbed into bed. "You're going to make me kiss your ass. Aren't you."
"Hey, it was your game. I'm not going to make you, your sense of right and wrong is going to make you."
He sighed a huge sigh and moved in and started playing with my ass. "You've never been able to play with anyone's ass before, have you?"
"No, Sir."
"Take your time. There's no rush. Neither of us is going anywhere for the rest of the night."
And we didn't either. Bobby taught himself how to kiss ass. Using my moaning as a guide. Then taught himself how to rim a man, using the same clues from my rapidly approaching insanity! Then I gave him information on just how a more experienced man might take a virgin young boy/man (to off-lips kissing, rimming, and deep-throat cocksucking. There were, of course, demonstrations following the verbal discourse. (And, `YES', of course I released the poor youth from durance vile.When I started to take the key off from around my neck, I thought the young men were to lose his mind. When I said, "oh, I'm not going to unlock you, I just want to get this out of the way so I can have sex!"
I thought the devil had leaked a demon from the dark regions into my bed. I was laughing so hard, that I was having trouble keeping my bedmate from doing me a physical injury. It finally dawned on Bobby, that I was teasing him again, and that made him really mad! I had to getting down on his belly and give them a short spanking just to get his attention. "Do you want me to let you out of that thing? Or would you rather I just think you want some more."
Gritting his teeth, and just barely keeping himself under control, Bobby managed to say, quite politely actually, "Get me out of this fucking thing!"
Still laughing under my breath, I turned the boy over on his back and undid the lock holding his chastity device in place. He barely managed to control himself as I undid the buckles and fastenings of his leather belts, and finally open the wire cage it'd been holding his naughty bits so tightly. I barely got my head down fast enough to catch his first spontaneously burst from his still hardening organ. The good thing he was young, anyone any older when they had some kind of a heart attack from going through the contortions he did. Afterwards, he just lay there with a silly grin on his face looking at me and moaning.
"Well, did you enjoy that?"
"Thank you, Mr. Hold! ... I'm not sure but I don't think I like that thing! But I liked it because I kept thinking about you. Does that sounds stupid?"
Shaking my head "No Bobby it doesn't. It sounds to me like a young man looking for guidance, love, and approval. I hope you're getting those from me. I do, mostly, approve of you. And I do enjoy helping to guide you, to show you what a young man needs to know. Like how to tell the difference between love and infatuation. Between you and I, I'm not sure which is the truth. But I do want to find out."
Bobby didn't say anything, he just moved over and cuddled up against my side. After thinking and holding on and getting warm, Bobby quietly said, "it's confusing isn't it Mr. Hold."
"Yeah, Bobby. It's confusing all right." I said as I wrapped my arm around him and cuddled him closer to my side and said, "it's real confusing sometimes."
We just sat there in bed kneeling against the pillows on the headboard, and Bobby leaning on me. Bobby seemed content, and I was willing to sit there and hold him all night long. Bobby's breathing got very regular indicating that he was probably asleep. I pulled the covers up over us and just what there sitting up like that all night long. I had dreams most of the night, not the nightmares I was so used to, but rather confused ones, as I kept trying to figure out if Bobby was just a client, or my son.
Bobby and I woke up at 0 dark 30, both of us seriously on the bone. Groaning, we both headed for the bathroom. Standing in front of the toilet, trying to pee, without any noticeable luck at all. We got to laughing at each other and teasing each other about how hard our boners were. None of that helped at all. We finally quit trying and just got into the shower making jokes about peeing in the shower when our dick's finally got soft, if they ever did.
I finally got tired of waiting, reach out and got a towel, folded it and dropped it to the floor, and then knelt down in front of Bobby, and proceeded to teach him how to give head. He was an extremely eager learner, to say nothing of willing. I very willingly, drained his entire load. Seems like he hadn't emptied his reservoirs completely yesterday. Luscious breakfast.
Bobby was no sooner done trembling and going through the aftershocks of his orgasm, then he dropped on his knees and took his place in front of me. I had to warn him a couple of times about teeth, but he didn't seem to quite get the idea. So I picked him up, got back on my knees and dragged my teeth the entire length of his dick. That was the last time I had problems with his teeth! When I blasted my first load, Bobby went backwards in surprise. But he quickly regained his lip lock on my Johnson and held on for dear life as I finished feeding him.
He looked up at me with those puppy dog eyes, totally happy with himself. I smiled a him, put my hand on his head, and started peeing all over him. At first he tried to get away, but my hand on his head easily controlled him. He settled down to his hunches, apparently enjoying hell out of me peeing on him. He reached down and got hold of his semi-wilted staff, and started returning the favor. Being on the bottom he couldn't reach as far as I could, but being young, he had a lot more back-pressure than I did! He was able to pee all the way up to my belly button. Laughing our asses off, we just vastly enjoyed emptying our bladders on each other!
After our golden showers, we gave each other a good thorough scrub down with soap and water. I mentioned that the stubble on Bobby's body felt really weird. He quickly ran his hands all over himself and said, "uh-oh! I'm really gonna get it now."
"Why are you to get it, Bobby?"
"I'm not supposed to let myself get prickly like that!"
"Well, we're in the right place to cure that!" I reached over Bobby's head and grabbed a package of disposable razors. "We'll have you smooth as a baby's ass in a jiffy," I said, slapping his super fine ass. I pulled out a razor and set it on the shower shelf, grabbed a bar of soap, got Bobby out of the shower spray and lathered him up really good! I shaved him from the tops of his feet > up his legs > straight up to his belly > his chest. I removed every hair on his neck and below his ears. I moved the by then mesmerized boy under the shower and rinsed him off really well. Then back out of the shower spray. This time I took my time very carefully lathering up his entire crotch: his superfine butt, the dangly bits in front, and very carefully lathered every last tiny bit of his extraordinarily sensitive (and cute) taint. Well, to tell the whole truth, half his dangly bits were dangly. The other half weren't dangly at all. Not nohow!
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Bobby managed to stand there, quietly, and let me be in charge as I shaved him. Didn't take the boy long to bone up, which didn't surprise me, especially since I'd beat him to it! I've felt some real fine bodies in my time, but, for some reason I didn't understand, handling Bobby really got my motor running faster than anyone before him. The boy was the most perfectly formed young male I'd ever known. Not overbuilt or bulgy muscled, not too lean, just a healthy young man on a happy, enjoyable, caring trip through what he saw as a basically wonderful world filled with nice people. That included, most definitely, his mistress, dominatrix, mam, mother. She gave him the stability and attention he craved. If he did wrong, he was punished, if he did good
Handle every stressful situation like a dog. If you can't eat it or play with it, Just pee on it and walk away.
—-Marcus Antionious Aurelius von Kumquat
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