Date: Wed, 12 Oct 2011 08:19:04 -0400 From: Zachary Taylor Burns Subject: LESSONS OF SUBMISSION- A Young Master-In-Training. Chapter 7 AUTHOR'S NOTE: I can't begin to tell you all how thankful I am for the countless emails, telling me how much you all love this story! So, without further ado, here is the final chapter for "Lessons of Submission". Enjoy! The names of people, characters, products, companies and/or data mentioned within this document are fictitious and are in no way intended to represent any real individual, company, product, or event, unless otherwise noted. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, for any purpose, without the express written permission of the author. That means NO COPYING! (c) 2011 Zachary Taylor Burns. All rights reserved. Contact Me: If you have any questions, comments or suggestions about this or any other story, please email me at: artistic.revelations@hotmail.com Please be sure to include the story title in the subject line. I look forward to hearing from you. ZTB. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ LESSONS OF SUBMISSION: A Young Master-In-Training by Zachary Taylor Burns Chapter Seven "Freddie's Visit" It took about two weeks of texting back and forth before Freddie asked me when he could come and visit. I wasn't surprised that he'd want me to fuck him some more, but I doubted his parents would allow him to travel over 1,000 miles to visit a complete stranger. He persisted, however, and, surprisingly, I was granted permission to allow him to stay with me for the entire summer! Of course, there were conditions: First, that he call or text every day, which wouldn't be an issue because I didn't want them to show up unannounced and see my house full of sexual stuff. They even hinted about me paying for the flight, but I pointed out that since I was going to be providing food for him for ten weeks, they relented and bought the ticket. A few days before his schedules arrival, we talked on the phone and explained to Freddie how my slave training works, and that I would still have plenty of time to devote to him. On a general basis, I had sessions with eight or ten slaves a week, some who schedule an appointment on a regular basis, while others call when they need a session. I had also decided that as soon as Freddie went back home to Orlando, I was going to get back into the swing of things and take on a house-slave, something I hadn't done since my time living with Jimmy. It was definitely time for some more hands-on experience. June twelfth arrived, the big day when I would be picking up Freddie from the Harrisburg airport. I arrived at the terminal about ten minutes before his scheduled arrival, and waited patiently in the arrival lounge to see him. I could barely contain my excitement, and hoped I didn't appear too terribly eager to the others around me. Then, with a shrug, I thought, 'Who cares?' because I was waiting for someone at an airline terminal, and most people in that position typically ARE excited to see someone get off the plane. If anyone asked, I could tell them that Freddie was my nephew or something. No one would know that I was planning on fucking and filling him with cum for the entire summer. My text message alert went off, and I read a message from Freddie that said, "I'm here! :D" I didn't bother texting him back because I would see him in a few minutes anyway. Then the passengers started to disembark, and I finally I saw a flash of red hair in the throng of heads. I grinned from ear to ear, anxious to see my boylover. Another minute passed, and I got my first clear view of him. He'd grown! Ah, puberty must have hit him with a bang. His hair was longer, almost to his shoulders, but still that unmistakable dark auburn that I loved so much. Then he saw me staring at him, and he ran over, dropped his carry-on and wrapped me in a huge embrace. "I missed you!" he said and picked up his duffel bag, grabbed my hand and allowed me to lead him to the luggage carousel. I didn't care who was watching me, because I would never see any of these people again anyway. He was definitely taller; I would say around five feet. "Are you as excited as I am?" he asked. "More," I replied and pulled him into another embrace, and whispered in his ear, "Just wait until we get home because I'm going to fill your cunt up with a week's worth of cum." "You haven't cum in a week?" he whispered back, eyes wide with surprise. "No," I whispered as softly as I could so no one would hear. "I've been saving it just for your hot little hole." "I can't wait," he giggled as he spotted his luggage- two average-sized black suitcases with red ribbon tied around the handles for easy recognition. I carried his suitcases for him as we headed to the parking garage. I put all the luggage in the trunk, and then slid into the driver's seat. He was already buckled into his seat, his jeans down around his ankles. The last two days we'd been texting back and forth that he wanted to ride home naked, and I wouldn't allow it just in case we got pulled over for some stupid reason. We eventually settled on the fact that he could ride back to my place with his pants around his ankles. "God you're so fucking beautiful," I moaned as I leaned down and gave his boydick a quick suckle before putting the car in drive and heading toward the freeway. I was a bit surprised to see a bit of peach fuzz growing around the base of his dick, and commented on it. "Yea, it started the beginning of May," he said with a grin. "I can shoot cum now too, although it isn't much yet." "I can't wait to taste it," I said as I reached over and started to fondle his dicklet. Yes, it had definitely grown a bit, maybe only a half-inch or so bigger, but to an almost-twelve-year-old that was a major development. And the peach fuzz was kind of cute. After about two minutes of me stroking him, he started to moan that he was going to cum, and I stopped. "I don't want you to shoot your cum until we're back at my place, in my bed, my mouth around your dick," I told him as I focused on my driving. "But you said we could fool around on the way home!" he whined. "Who's in charge here?" I reminded him. "I'm gonna be your slave, right?" he asked. "Of course you are," I said, suddenly stern. "You're going to be my sex slave, to use whenever I want, and you can never say no." "I can't wait," he said, his dick still rockhard and horny. We arrived back at my house forty-five minutes later, and after I helped him carry his luggage to the front door, I told him to take his luggage into my bedroom. While he was doing that, I threw my keys on the kitchen table, poured myself a rum and coke, and waited patiently while I sipping my drink. He appeared at the kitchen archway a minute later, naked. "Good boy," I said with a huge smile, my dick pressing against my jeans. "Let's get this summer of sex started," I added as I stripped out of my clothes and hopped up onto the kitchen counter. "Suck my dick." Freddie ran over, took my dick in his mouth and swallowed it all the way down his throat in one gulp. He was sucking like a pro! "Who have you been practicing on?" I moaned through gritted teeth. He stopped long enough to answer my question, "I found mom's dildo," before he went back to sucking my dick. His hand went to my balls and started to fondle them, rolling them around in his hands. "You use your mom's dildo?" I said as I stopped him from his ministrations on my now-boiling balls. "Yea," he replied as I stood on the floor and led the way to my bedroom. "It's disgusting, I know, but I don't have one of my own." I pointed to the bed. "Facedown," I said as I grabbed the lube from my nightstand and applied a liberal amount to the head of my dick. Freddie did as told, spreading his cheeks apart, his pink rosebud winking at me. I buried my tongue into his hole and ate him out for a good minute before I stopped and pushed my dick inside him, all the way to the hilt. He groaned at the invasion, his sphincter as tight as I remembered. "Fuck, kiddo, I missed your hole." "Fuck me Alex," he moaned into the bed as he lifted his butt up. "Use me." Oh, I had full intentions of using him in every possible way by the end of the day. I pulled my dick almost all the way out before slamming it home again, his hold on my dick never losing its grip as I pulverized his eleven-year-old boypussy. "How much do you like being my bitch, Freddie?" I managed to ask as my balls started to boil again. "Yes, fuck your little bitch!" he screamed back at me, my sheets curled into his tight fist. "I need it so bad!" I brought my hand down onto his ass with a loud CRACK! as I buried my dick inside him again. And another hard slap after I pulled out, then slap again as I pushed home. Ten successive slaps, each as hard as the first, had my boytoy screaming my name and begging me to shoot my load into him. "You want me to cum in you slut?" I groaned as I lightly bit the back of his neck. "Tell me how much you want it." "Fill me with your cum!" he screamed. "Empty your balls inside of your little slut!" That did it. My balls tightened, and I kept fucking him as eight squirts of my hot balljuice coated the inside of his guts. "Fuck yes!" he moaned as I slowed down to a stop, my dick still buried inside him, my cum being pushed around inside of him. "How many times do you think we can do that this summer?" he wondered as I came down from my orgasm and pulled my dick out, slimy with my jizz. "I want to suck it off," he said before I could reply, and promptly set about swallowing my dick down his throat again, cleaning off every last drop of my cum. When I finally relaxed enough, I answered his question: "I'm going to be fucking you every time I have a boner." Then I bent over and took his dick in my mouth, sucking him to an incredible, mouth-watering, tasty orgasm. His cum wasn't as sweet as mine, but neither was it bitter. Perfect, I'd say. We kissed for a while after that, enjoying the afternoon and cuddling. We fell asleep in each other's arms, and when I awoke it was nearly dark. I crawled out of bed and went to the bathroom, was about to take a piss when I realized I'd never pissed with Freddie, and went in to wake him up. "Whatareyoudoing?" he moaned, half-awake, as I carried him to the bathroom and set him in the shower. "I need to piss," I said as I released my bladder and a jet of hot piss hit him in the chest, full force. He reacted by putting his mouth directly into the stream and started to swallow! When I was done, I shook my head and said, "You never cease to surprise me. Where did you learn to do that?" "I've been doing it for a few weeks," he replied with a satisfied smile. "I talked to some guy online who said I should try drinking my own, so I did." My dick popped up into a boner, and he looked at it like he wanted to devour it. "Well, what are you waiting for?" I said after a few seconds. He immediately went down on it, sucking like it was his last meal. Oh but his sweet little mouth felt fantastic! And I had an entire summer of this to look forward to! After I emptied my second load of the day down his throat, I suggested we should order some pizza for dinner. "Can we be naked when the pizza guy comes?" "You naughty little bugger," I said with a laugh as I tousled his gorgeous mane of red hair. "Okay, first I have a question for you: How often do you cum?" "Oh, like four times a day," he replied. I grinned, and anyone who knows me can tell you that when I grin in that manner, it means trouble is brewing inside my mind. "Tell you what," I said. "I'll give you the cash, and you answer the door naked like you're the only one home. Ask him if he wants to come in for a minute, act really slutty and tell him how hot you think he is. If you can get him to come in here and give you at least a blowjob, I'll let you help me with my next slave session." "Really?" he asked, eyes bright with excitement. I nodded. "But," and he groaned, "if he doesn't come in here, then I'm going to lock your dick up in a chastity cage and not let you cum for a week. I'll still fuck you, of course, but you won't get to cum at all." "That's not fair!" he yelled, and I held up a finger to shush him. "Well, it's not," he added in a huff. "You don't have to do anything at all," I said with another evil grin. Poor kid had no idea. "You can answer the door fully dressed. However, if you do that, then you get your dick locked up anyway, and I don't touch you or fuck you for TWO weeks." The expression on his face was priceless! Did I mention that I always get what I want? I ordered the pizza, and then sank into the sofa, stroking my dick. He sat on my lap, our dicks pressed together by our smooth bodies. We made out while we waited for the pizza, and when the doorbell rang thirty minutes later, he jumped up and looked nervously at me while I walked into the kitchen out of sight. "Hi!" Freddie said with excitement as he opened the door. Oh, I wish I could see the expression on the delivery guy's face! "Uh, thanks," Freddie said, "keep the change." What was he doing paying for it already? They should be inside by now! Then I heard the door close and Freddie padding across the carpet. "You better have a damn good explanation for not doing what you were told," I said as I angrily rounded the corner into the living room. The look on Freddie's face was priceless! "It was a girl!" he said, face red with embarrassment and shock. "You should have seen the look on her face when I opened the door naked!" That sent us both into a fit of laughter, trying to catch our breaths. When we both settled down enough, we watched a movie and enjoyed our pizza, chuckling once in a while at the thought of that poor delivery girl. As the night wore on, nearing midnight, all the pizza devoured, I suggested a quick shower before bed. Of course, the "quick" shower turned into a fuckfest as I emptied another load of my jizz deep inside his guts. My little cumslut was such a huge turn-on! As promised, despite the fact that neither of us had won the previous night, when we awoke the next day, I allowed Freddie to watch me during a session with Kevin, a twenty-six year-old who was a lot like Shawn, the guy from my first-ever session with Jimmy. Kevin and Shawn were similar in so many ways, especially in that neither of them used a safeword, and both were into young boys. Up until this point, I had abused Kevin by locking his balls into a vice and slowly crushing them; he also loved being cut with a knife, so bits of blood oozed down, which I would then use to jack his dick. He loved every second of it, even when he was screaming his head off in agony and begging me to release him from the torture. He was my favorite slave, because I could do literally anything to him and he couldn't refuse it without the safety of the safeword. Of course, I never abused him too far, because there are some things that are too limited, even for a guy with no limits. I explained all of this to Freddie, and was reminded of my session with Jimmy and Shawn, and how excited Shawn had been to see me as a thirteen-year-old boy. I could only imagine how excited Kevin would be when he learned that Freddie was not even a teenager yet! "Listen," I said to my redheaded slut, "I'm going to cover his ears so he can't hear what we're doing. Then I'll call for you to come in, and you can sit there and stroke his dick for him. But under no circumstances do you permit him to cum, understood? He's on a strict celibacy rule, and has worn a chastity cage for the last three months. He comes for one of these sessions twice a week and they generally last about an hour. I keep pushing and pushing him, and he has been so sex-deprived that he's like putty in my hands when he's here." "Don't you ever wonder that maybe a guy can find a way to remove a cage without your knowledge?" Freddie asked. "No," I replied, "because I've had each one designed to contain a special built-in sensor that sends an alert to my cell when it is removed. So far, no one has ever removed a cage without being told to do so." "You've thought of everything," he replied with a huge smile, his eyes bright with wonder. I drew him into a tight embrace and kissed him for a moment. "I was hoping to do that to you too, put you in a cage, but honestly I don't think it's a good idea for you right now. Maybe when you're a bit older." "And if I wanted it?" he asked, still smiling. I looked at him for a moment, my head cocked in surprise. "Do you?" "I've thought about what it would be like," he admitted, fire burning his freckled cheeks. "Okay, if you really want to try it, I'll put one on you after this session with Kevin," I said with a nod, "and I'll make you wear it for a whole week." I stared him down, expecting him to refuse, but he only nodded his head. He had no idea what he was getting himself into, the poor kid. To go from jacking off and cumming three or four times a day to not being allowed to cum at all for a week is a genuine test of endurance, especially for an eleven-year-old boy who had just so recently started to cum. "Ready?" I asked, nodding toward the basement door. He nodded, and I headed down the stairs to meet my slave. I had a set of custom doors built in to the basement entrance of the house, to make it more presentable to the outside, instead of the simple, drab cellar doors that are typical of most places. My session slaves always come and go through this door. "You know the drill," I said as I came down the stairs to see Kevin standing in the middle of the room, arms high above his head, hands tightly clasping the beam above him. I unlocked his cock cage and put it on the table. I nodded, and he took the cue to release himself from the beam. "Facedown," I said, and he complied. The table had a hole drilled into the middle of it so a slave's dick could freely dangle. I locked his arms and legs into place, and then reached for the soundproof headphones and snapped them into place before then putting a pair of blacked-out goggles to prevent him from seeing. I called for Freddie, who came bounding down the stairs. "Crawl under the table and just tickle his dick for a while, and when it starts oozing precum, eat it up if you want or let it drop into the floor. If it goes on the floor, he will have to lick it up when we're finished, he knows the drill." Freddie nodded and crawled under Kevin, and slowly, gently, started tracing his fingers up and down our slave's dick and balls. Kevin immediately started moaning, and about thirty seconds after that Freddie announced that precum was starting to drip. I leaned down to look at Freddie, who was licking his fingers, obviously wet with Kevin's precum. "I'm going to remove the headphones, so please be very quiet." He nodded and continued licking precum. I removed the headphones and looked at my watch, noting the time down to the second. Picking up a whip, I slowly circled the table, letting my fingers gently caress Kevin's body- his arms, fingers, toes, head, ass, neck, until it dawned on him that there was more than one person in the room, because surely one person could not be underneath the table and also circling it, touching his body above. For being such a bright student, it took him awhile to make the realization. "Who's here with us, Sir?" he finally asked, and instantly regretted speaking out of turn. I looked at my watch- 97 seconds had passed between my first touch and his question. "Punishment one," I said as I brought the whip down hard into the middle of Kevin's back. He howled with pain as an angry red slash appeared across his skin. "How many lashes did that outburst earn you bitch?" "T-twenty-five," he stammered. "Count them," I demanded as I brought the whip down a second time, another angry slash appearing perpendicular to the first. The third lash appeared across his buttocks, the fourth on his legs. Each time I lashed him with the whip, he shouted out the number of times I'd hit him. At twenty-five, he heaved a sigh a relief, and I brought down the whip once more, this time across the back of his neck. He howled with pain, straining against his bonds. "Now," I said, "do you have a question you would like to ask?" He took a deep breath. "Who is here with us, Sir?" he asked again, this time with permission. "A good friend," I replied. "He wanted to suck some dick so I told him he could do whatever he wanted to you." "Thank you, Sir," Kevin replied with a nod of his head. "Freddie, introduce yourself," I said as I removed the goggles. My beautiful redhead crawled out from under the table and stood within Kevin's sight. My slave's jaw dropped open as he realized just how young Freddie was. "I'm Freddie," he said with a huge, sunbeaming smile and a flash of perfect white teeth. "How old are you?" Kevin asked, eyes still wide with surprise. "Eleven," my redheaded beauty replied. "I'll be twelve next week." Kevin moaned, and I knew this was one of his ultimate fantasies come true. "You've been coming to me for quite some time," I said, and he nodded. "In all this time, I haven't permitted you to cum once. Why do you keep coming back for this torture when all you get is pain, and the punishment of not being allowed to cum?" "It's what I need, Sir," he replied and then took a deep gasp of breath as Freddie began rubbing lotion into the wounds on his back and legs. "Why?" I asked. "For Freddie's sake," I motioned to my young protégé. "Because it makes me feel good, Sir," Kevin replied. "Having someone in control of me, in control of my own private sexual desires, is the ultimate fantasy, and I love every minute of it." It was Freddie's turn for a question: "Even when you're being whipped?" "Yes," Kevin said with a nod. "Because I'm here for this purpose, to serve the needs of someone else." "Wow," was all Freddie said as he continued rubbing lotion. "This is the ultimate in servitude," I said to Freddie. "A true submissive desires to be used at the hands of another. A slave knows that it exists, only for that purpose, only to be dominated and abused and controlled in every aspect of its existence." Kevin nodded in agreement. "And once he finds the Master of his dreams, he will want no one else. That's the reason I think this slave here keeps coming back to me, because it thinks I am the ultimate Master. Isn't that right, slave?" Kevin was silent for the briefest of moments, and then nodded. "Yes, Sir, you complete me. I want to be in your service for as long as possible. It's who this slave is, Sir. Yours." I smiled, knowing that I had once again become completely dominant over yet another slave. I unlocked him from his bindings and told him to sit up. "Have you ever done anything with a boy?" "No, Sir," Kevin replied, eagerly eyeing Freddie. Freddie looked at me, and I winked. "As your reward, you are permitted free reign to do whatever you wish to Freddie. I'm also giving you permission to cum, but once you empty your balls, you are to leave immediately. Is that understood?" "Yes, thank you Sir," Kevin said. I led the way to a sofa in the far-off corner of the basement, and waved my hand as a sign to begin. I settled into an armchair to watch the fun unfold. "May I touch you?" he said to Freddie, who nodded. I watched in earnest as Kevin traced a trembling finger down Freddie's cheek, and then traced a circle around his lips. Freddie opened his mouth and sucked Kevin's finger into his hot mouth. I started to stroke my dick, knowing what was about to happen. I've been dreaming about watching my redheaded slut being fucked by another guy using him and plowing his ass. "Fuck me," Freddie moaned into Kevin's mouth, and my slave nodded, stroking his achingly hard dick. Kevin got into position behind Freddie, and before I could even blink the two were connected and fucking like rabbits. Kevin didn't even give my boylover a chance to adjust to the invasion; instead, he just drove right into it, fucking as hard as possible, balls slapping wildly against Freddie's smooth body. Freddie was moaning, totally getting into the intensity of the moment and the roughness of the sex. I stroked my dick a bit faster, matching my pace to the rhythm of the fuck that was going on in front of me. "This is so fucking hot, watching you get your pussy fucked," I moaned as Kevin changed his stance, the both of them on the floor, fucking doggy-style. "I want you to warn me before you cum," I warned Kevin. He grunted in response, and I grabbed the whip and cracked it against his ass. That motion caused him to slam harder into Freddie's ass, and I grinned. I knew how much Kevin enjoyed being whipped, so I brought it down against his ass again, harder. "Yes!" he screamed. "Again please, Sir!" And again I flicked my wrist, causing the tip of the whip to snap onto his skin. "I'm gonna cum," he grunted. I jumped to my feet, spit on my dick and stroked it like a madman, wanting to shoot my load at the same time that Kevin shot his. I stood in front of Freddie, the head of my dick rubbing against his lips with every stroke I made. I loved seeing my dick around Freddie's lips, and stroked faster. "Fuckkk!" Kevin moaned in ecstasy, and gave three short but fast thrusts of his hips, and I knew he had emptied his balls inside my boy. My own dick erupted then, coating Freddie's face with my slime. "Fuck, that was amazing!" I moaned as I rubbed my dick all over Freddie's dripping face and then sliding it into his eager mouth. Kevin pulled out and walked around, dangling his dick in front of Freddie. My boylover opened his mouth greedily; I watched, pleased, as he sucked all the juices from Kevin's deflating dick. As we all came down from our orgasm high, I thanked Kevin for his wonderful service, and said I would be in contact. He left, confused, especially because I had not put the chastity cage back on him. "He'll call me in about an hour," I said with a smile as Kevin closed the basement door on his way outside, "because he'll feel the need to hear my voice. That's when he'll ask about his future service with me, and that's when I'm going to tell him that I can no longer be of any use to him, that he needs to find someone to serve now. He'll be upset for a while, a few days, weeks, months, until he realizes that he can serve anyone he wants because now that he has the proper training, the world is no longer limited." As promised, as soon as Kevin left, I took the smallest chastity cage from the cabinet and told Freddie to stand still as I locked it onto his preteen boydick. "I bet you only make it two days before you're begging me to take it off," I said with a chuckle as I headed back upstairs, my lover close at my heels. We got dressed and watched a movie on Starz before I made some dinner. "You're still going to fuck me right?" Freddie asked about halfway through the evening, because I had not paid him much attention since locking him into the cage. "Because I don't want to go without sex." "How bad do you want me to fuck you?" I asked as I rubbed my dick through my shorts. "You want my dick pounding your pussy Freddie?" "Yes please," he replied, nodding enthusiastically. "Use me if you need to." "You're such a little slut," I replied, stroking my aching member and getting it rockhard. "Come suck it." Freddie's perfect little mouth sucked my dick as if it was the last thing on earth he would ever do, and oh! he was so fucking good at it! My perfect little angel was becoming quite the cockslut for my dick and cum. He didn't slow down at all in his ministrations on me, until he was rewarded with a mouthful of my sweet honey. "Now please fuck me," he said after he had swallowed my load. "Fill me with your fingers, or anything else you can find that will fit inside my cunt." Oh how I loved hearing him talk dirty! My redheaded, dirty-mouthed, horny eleven-year-old fucktoy was such a nasty slut, and I loved every second of it! How could I resist fucking him when he talked like that? I made him bend over the sofa as I milked his prostate with my fingers, putting constant pressure and rubbing against his love button until he was moaning and squirming and begging me to let him cum. That's when I stopped, pulled my fingers out and fucked him, my dick slamming deep inside his boycunt. Each time he would get close to orgasm, I would stop until the wave passed, which also allowed me to hold back my own pending orgasm as well. After an hour of edging close to sweet release and then backing off again and again, Freddie was pleading with me to allow him to cum, and to shoot my seed inside him. I finally emptied my balls all over the inside of his guts, but refused to allow him to cum. And that was only after a few hours! The week of refused release was torture on him, and finally, after seven full days of being denied orgasm, when I finally permitted him to shoot his load, there was enough cum for both of us to have a mouthful, with some left to spare. Freddie enjoyed having me control his cum so much that the rest of the summer, his dick was caged more often than not. The summer passed fairly quickly, much to our dismay, and before long it was time to send Freddie back to Orlando. We had a tearful goodbye, but I promised he could visit anytime he wanted as long as he didn't show up unannounced. My redheaded beauty was gone then, off into the crowd at the airport as he headed toward his plane, his butt filled with loads of my seed. The following day, I finally relented and got myself my very own house-slave. Jimmy helped pick it out. But that's another story. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Epilogue I started having sex when I was 13, and it amazes me to have done all I have in such a short time. I've accomplished more before I was even old enough to vote than most guys do in their lifetimes. Not a boast, just fact. Seven years ago, I found myself the unwitting star of a rape scene in some random poolside bathroom. That single event helped to shape and change my future into what it is now. Do I regret it? Fuck no. Do I wish it had never happened? Sometimes, because if I hadn't been raped, who knows the life I might have had. No one can know the possible outcome of the numerous decisions to be made in life. The only solution then, in my opinion, is to simply LIVE your life, enjoy it, and fuck regrets. My family still refuses to acknowledge that I exist. I was shopping at Wal-Mart one day a few weeks ago and ran into my grandmother. She stared at me for a long minute, and then shook her head, walking off without a word. So, I made my decision and my family made theirs. No big deal. It is what it is. Jimmy still has Mark, although the two have formed a sort of working partnership, partners in the sense that now Mark does what I did and helps Jimmy train other live-in slaves. Until a Master has been a slave, he can never truly be a great Master. This statement is the truth in regards to Mark, who is well on his way to becoming a Master in his own right. It seems weird sometimes, standing side-by-side with Jimmy and Mark, watching them working in tandem to train another slave, but such is the course of life. Right now they have two living with them, and I visit occasionally to help out when necessary. Freddie has slowly been developing into a bright young man. The last time he visited, he had a bit of stubble on his face, a full bush of pubes, and nearly everything imaginable that could be pierced. He's still an amazing, hot bottom for my aching dick, but sometimes, when I feel the need, I'll allow him to fuck me too. As soon as he turns 18 and can legally make his own decisions, he's decided to come and live with me. The future certainly looks fun! Thanks for reading this, and I hope this has inspired you to go out and have some fun in your life! __________ The End. September 29, 2011. 5:04 am EST. Also be sure to check out the other stories I have on nifty! 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