Date: Fri, 27 Aug 2004 14:24:29 +1200 From: Arthur Subject: The newby Part 4 THE NEWBY Part Four By Arthur For a full list of other stories by "Arthur", you can use the "Prolific Authors" link on the front page of "nifty.org". These include stories in the sections of "Adult/Youth" "Young Friends" "Authoritarian" "Fantasy/ SiFi" Note: The email address in earlier stories is now redundant, the new address is, artcart44@ihug.co.nz Erotica is not pornography; it is the thought and intent that creates the desire to fulfill a dream. While roger was away, I took the chance to look around the apartment for the first time in detail. The lounge was large but well appointed, the furnishings were of good quality but not garish or over done. Well-placed art adorned the walls and subdued lighting gave a softness in the room. All the seating was in a high quality cream leather and the floor coverings were thick and soft, the only thing I noticed that was missing, were pictures of his family or friends, there seemed an absence of both and made the room a little impersonal. The most outstanding art pieces were plaques of lacquered wood inlaid with mother of pearl shell from Asia, these pieces were finely worked and stood out among all the paintings in a cultural kaleidoscope. After five minutes, Roger reappeared with a small leather suit case in his hand, laying it on the coffee table he flipped open the top and looked down at Sam. "Master Peter, Would you kindly get your boy to strip for me?" "Certainly, Master Roger." A surge of unknown power ran through me at the first use of the term, Master, it was almost a heady feeling as I acknowledged to myself for the first time, that I was now accepting my newfound position. "Sam, Strip and go to Master Roger, do everything he tells you." "Yes Master." Sam rose to his feet and immediately shed his worn clothes, placing them neatly on the floor when he had finished, then quickly walked over to Master Roger and bowed low before standing immobile in front of him. "Now Master Peter, firstly, we have to restrain the boy, letting him cum should only be when he has been extra good and deserves a reward. He is young and usually full of vinegar as it were." Here Roger smiled down at Sam before continuing. "It's best to keep him in chastity just in case the urge gets too strong for his better judgment, this little device will do that for you." Roger held up a slim stainless steel cylinder that had what looked like two small half round balls joined to it at the base, at the very tip of the cylinder was a small hole. Roger saw my look of confusion. "It fits over his penis and then locks underneath his scrotum, the hole in the end is too let him piss when he needs too. Once it's on, only you can unlock it, it keeps his penis compressed so he can't get hard or play with it, he'll leak a bit of precum after a while so it's good to get it off him each morning and tell him to wash it clean." I nodded my head in understanding as I watched Roger take Sam's small flaccid penis and feed it into the cylinder, then, with a flick of his fingers, he clamped the object tightly under his small scrotum and the click told me it was locked in place. A small grimace flew over Sam's face as the click sounded loudly in the room. "You can see that they don't always like to be fitted with it but, I assure you, at his age it is needed. Now to make sure he remembers his place, I like to have them wear their restraints all the time, these cuffs will be locked on and only you will have the key." Roger took up a pair of wrist cuffs from the case and proceeded to fit them onto Sam's wrists with a firmness that said they were not going to come off in a hurry. The click of the small brass padlock added a finality to it. Next he had Sam lift one leg at a time and then fitted him with ankle cuffs in the same manner. "The locks are all keyed to the same key so it makes it easier to keep track of them, now under this small flap on the cuffs is a D ring, that's to restrain him in any position you want, if you have too." Roger reached again into the case and withdrew a small pair of leather shorts, a zipper ran down each side from the top of the waistband to the bottom of the legs. Watching the expression on Sam's face gave me an instant hard on as he stood there in all his naked glory, dressed only in the 3" wide cuffs and his small boyhood surrounded in stainless steel. Roger looked over at me and smiled. "I see you like the effect?" "Urhm, yes, it's quite striking." "It gets better, this boy likes to be dressed, it's only the chastity device he doesn't like too much but he's not worn one before. Now these shorts just unzip down the sides and you just pull them between his legs and re-zip them." Roger put the shorts on and, when Sam was neatly compressed into the tight fitting leather, my rod gave a lurch in my jeans, damn the boy looked good enough to eat. "Now the next to last thing is this." Roger held up a small leather bomber jacket, the sleeves were a little shorter than normal and the front had a single zip from the waistband right up to the collarless neckline. Roger slipped the jacket on Sam and zipped up the front until it was tightly sealed at the neck. The jacket was almost skin tight on Sam's small frame and brought out his slimness and very narrow waist, accentuating his slim hips and now small bulge. "You won't have to lock any of these clothes on him Master Peter, he likes the feel of leather, now the jacket can be made into a semi waist coat by unzipping the sleeves and taking them off, just like this." Roger reached under the seam on the shoulder and unzipped the two sleeves, removing them from Sam's slender arms, the effect was immediate and the small figure encased in leather with his wrists and ankles cuffed, brought another immediate reaction from my groin. "Well Master Peter, that's just about it except for one last thing and, I can't do that part, only you can." With these words, roger lifted from the case a red 2" wide collar, it was studded with small chrome rivets along the top and bottom in two even lines, instead of a buckle there was a tongue and loop in chromed metal. "The collaring of a slave can only be done by his Master, this one locks on like the cuffs and you can put a name tag on the front in these two slots, I've got some blanks in my work room so, if you would like to follow me we can put it on before you lock the boy down. You can bring the boy with you so he can see that he truly belongs to." I got up from the chair, readjusting my myself as I rose, then told Sam to follow us. He looked quite the picture now he was all dressed in his leathers, this first time was going to remain with me for the rest of my life. In Rogers workroom was a long wooden bench filled with small tools and a number of drawers down one side. Roger opened the second drawer and took out a metal container, after which he opened a small carton and removed a chrome disk. "Here you go Master Peter, just put the disk in that clamp and then pick out the letters you want from the punches in here, once you've got the ones you want, then just use this small hammer and give them a good tap to imprint the letters on the tag." "What do you think I should use Master Roger?" "Anything you like, but if I may suggest?" "Yes, please do." "I think maybe you should put your Name in capital letters around the top and underneath in normal type, put his name under it. That will tell everyone out there that you are his Master and he is your boy." "That sounds good, thanks Master Roger." "It's my pleasure Master Peter." I set the tag in the clamp and took up the letters one at a time, giving each a good solid tap, as I tapped the m, I stood up and looked at my handy-work. PETER Sam It looked perfect, the buzz or power ran through me again as I looked at the symbol of ownership, it was done, I was the owner of a small, teen slave boy. Roger showed me how to place the tag onto the collar and then handed it too me. "Only you can put this on, some like to have a little ceremony at this time but it's up too you, he knows that you accept him and, he accepts you, all you really have to do is put it around his neck and lock it." I took the collar in my hands and turned to Sam, the sheer joy of expectation on his face blew away any lasting doubts I might have had at that moment. I looked down at the small figure and saw the start of a tear in his eye as he gazed with rapt attention back into my own eyes. This seemed like a time to say some small thing to make it a bit more real to both of us. "I collar you as my slave," The words were simple but suddenly made me realize I truly owned this boy standing before me with tears of gratitude running freely down his face. I reached over and placed the collar around his neck, and, with a finality and feeling of power, I closed the padlock at the back of his neck. Rogers voice came from somewhere in the mist that had covered my eyes. "Congratulations Master Peter, he will make you proud, he's a good boy most times." "Thank you Master Roger, it...it feels so...well so." "Good? Powerful? Right?" "Yes all of those, and, well something a bit more but I don't know what it is." Roger smiled at me and then turned to Sam and patted him on the head as he watched Sam's tears gently run down his soft cheeks. "You were my best boy, Sam, now make sure you are better than good for Master Peter." Sam bowed low and then looked over too me. "You can thank Master Roger properly Sam." Sam went to his knees in front of Roger, this caught me by surprise as I thought he would just say thank you too Roger, instead he reached up and unzipped Rogers pants and reached inside for his member, once it was out he opened his mouth and swallowed it all, looking up into Rogers eyes the whole time. Roger smiled down at Sam and again patted him on the head. Sam smiled around the flaccid member and then released it to place it carefully back into Roger's pants before re-zipping them up. Sam then rose and came to kneel in front of me placing his head on the floor, then, lifting my right foot again he placed it on his head, holding it there for a while with his hand. At last, the sound of Roger's voice broke the spell that had enveloped us both. "Tine for some lunch Master Peter, if you would be so kind, may I make use of your boy for lunch?" "Yes, of course Master Roger. Sam, do everything your told to do by Master Roger." The firmness and authority in my voice surprised even me as I gave Sam his orders. With a very low bow after rising to his feet, Sam looked over at Roger and again bowed low. "You know this house Boy, go and prepare us something filling for lunch." "Yes Sir." Sam's leather clad body disappeared quickly back through the door we had come in earlier. "He cooks as well Roger?" "Not a lot, but he has been taught some rudimentary meals, he's not bad at light snacks and simple lunches. Lets go through to the lounge again, we can relax while he gets everything ready." I followed Roger to the lounge and sat again in the same comfortable chair. "So tell me Peter, where are you staying?" "At a hotel called the Westlake, I'm not sure of the street, Sam took me there last night." "Ahh yes, the Westlake, that's Simons place, what's he charging you?" "Well it was $50.00 for the week but, he did say he would make an arrangement to make it cheaper for us." "Let me guess, he gets to use your boy for a few hours a week and you get a cheaper rate, right?" "Yes...Uhm, how did you know?" "Oh, I know all about Simon and his little scams, just a minute let me make a call. Oh, what's your room number?" "25." Roger reached for the telephone beside his chair and dialed a number, after a short pause he smiled at me then began to speak. "Hello, Simon?" An obvious answer was made at the other end of the connection. "Yes Simon, it's Roger here." "Yes, that's right, now you have a young man and his boy staying there in room 25, a Mr. Mathews." "That's right, well as of today, Master Mathews works for me as my supervisor, you will refund his room cost and forget about the so called arrangement, do I make myself clear Simon?" "Good, you will do everything you can to help him and his boy while they are there, they will be moving out next Monday, make sure they have anything they want and also move them up to number 36." "Yes, number 36 and get the fridge filled for them and put some groceries in the kitchenette as well." "Good, make sure you do, bye." Roger hung up the phone and turned to smile at me. "There, that should settle his wagon for him, he's always been a bit of a sly one, that Simon." "Uhm, Roger, how did you know about him?" Roger chuckled and lifted an eyebrow. "I own the Westlake, he works for me, it's one of my properties you'll be looking after, oh, and you will be taking the job won't you?" Rogers smile convinced me that it was a good idea too accept his offer. Smiling back I replied with a sense of weight leaving my shoulders. "Yes, thank you Roger, I think it is exactly what I'm looking for." "Good, now that's all settled we can sit back and relax. So Peter tell me a little more about yourself before you came to the big smoke of the city?" I began to relate my life story to this unusual man, telling him things I had never mentioned to anyone before, his apparent look of total understanding seemed to bring me closer to him as we sat and talked, or, I should say, I talked and he listened. When I had run out of words he smiled, then looked over at me with anew look of understanding. "You know Peter, I damn near started out the same way as you, I knew there was something that connected us in a strange sort of way. I came from a small country town as well, then, soon as I was old enough, I got out of there and came to the city. The first guy I met was an older man, he took me in and taught me about bondage and slavery then, gave me my start in life, just like I'm doing for you. It feels good inside to know I'm returning the favour." At that moment Sam appeared in the room carrying a large plate and two glasses of ice cold beer, on the plate were a pile of neatly prepared sandwiches, all cut into quarters and without their crusts, he had evidently known how Roger liked his too be. After placing the plate and glasses on the coffee table, Sam came and knelt by my side, a new look of pride was on his face and a small wriggle of his hips as he tried to adjust to the feeling of the chastity device. "Don't worry about him Peter, he'll get used to it in time, when he was here with me he was too young to need one, now he's a little older and the temptation can sometimes be too much for them." The sandwiches were made in the club style, four layers of filling interspersed with thinly sliced bread, and the different flavours complimented each other as I chewed slowly through them. The beer was an imported lager and was just right for a light lunch and the blend of the sandwiches. As we ate I looked up at Roger with a questioning look, he smiled and nodded his head then said. "You're going to spoil him if you don't watch out." I smiled back as I fed a sandwich into Sam's waiting mouth, he smiled and began to chew slowly as I heard Roger chuckle quietly. "I just can't help it when he's sitting there while we eat." "It's ok, I know what it's like with your first boy, believe me he knows that it's a treat for him and won't take advantage of you for it." I was becoming accustomed to talking about Sam as though he wasn't there with us, although, sometimes it still gave me a jolt to realize that I was settling in to my new position without too many hassles. "We'll go into my dungeon after lunch and I'll show you around and let you try some of the toys in there, it's good too know what you're doing when it comes to punishment of the boys." I couldn't think of any way that I would want to punish Sam, he had been helpful and respectful all the time we had been together. At no stage had he shown any desire to try too put one across me or too lead me astray. Roger seemed to read my mind as he watch my facial expressions change on the open book of my face. "Oh, don't worry, he will make a mistake now and then and he will expect to be punished for it so, don't let it worry you, just be firm with him and he'll look after you." When we had finished our lunch, Sam rose and cleared the table without being asked then returned and again knelt by my side as roger began to talk again. "Well Peter, I think we can dispense with the titles again, your boy knows the rules so lets just relax and carry on as friends for the rest of the day." "That'd be fine Roger, I still feel a little strange about the Master thing." "Thought you might, ok, now down to business, I told Simon that you were staying there till next Monday for a reason. I want you and the boy too move in here next week, I've got a small place out on the coast that I want to move too and live my last years there. The rest of this week I want you too come here and I'll give you the run down on what you'll be doing for me as far as the properties go. Can you drive?" "Yes, I've had my license for a couple of years, but never been able to afford to buy a car." "You won't need to buy one, as my supervisor you'll have a company car to drive, I'll give you the keys before you leave, it's parked down in the garage, that's the button marked S1 in the lift." "Ok, uhm can I ask you what the one marked SD goes too?" Again Roger let a chuckle escape his lips. "Sure, it's where we're going soon, SD stands for Subs Dungeon, just a little joke of mine." "How big is it?" "Takes up all the basement bottom floor, some of my toys take up a little more room than most. I like to have space to work." "I don't suppose you happen to own this apartment building as well?" "Thought you would have guessed the answer to that one Peter, yes this ones mine as well, I've got about ten buildings in the city and a couple of small homes out and about the country, it pays the rent and keeps me in a good life style." This last was said with abroad grin on his face, I began to wonder if I was truly capable of handling it all for him, Roger, astute as ever, read the look on my face to perfection. "Don't worry Peter, most of the places are self sustaining and only need you to go around once a week to check on them, if anything goes wrong just go ahead and get it fixed, if any of the managers give you trouble then, sack their sorry asses, they all know my rules so I don't think you will have any trouble." The simplicity of his explanation eased my mind a little although it still seemed a daunting task to run all his enterprises. "Right Peter, bring that boy of yours before he gets too lazy and let's go look at the dungeon." Roger rose and with a smile led the way to the lift doors. After we were all inside he pushed the button marked SD and the lift began to descend to the sub basement. It took only seconds for us to reach his special haven and as the doors hissed open, Roger took from his pocket a remote control. On leaving the lift there was a short passage which had at the end of it, a large rusted steel door, heavily studded with large steel rivets, the walls of the passage were covered in grey stone that had a slick of greenish scum over them. Roger smiled again as he saw my startled look. "It's not real Peter, just an effect I like to make when someone comes down here for the first time, specially a new boy, scares the living daylights out of him but sets the scene for him." Roger pressed a button on the remote and the sound of dripping water and muffled screams came from the hidden speakers in the walls. "What you think Peter, make them worry a bit eh?" "Yes, I think they would start to worry about now." "First lesson in bondage Peter, most of the game is in the head, make use of their natural fears and you don't have to resort to too much physical action. Once you learn to read a boys mind and actions then, you can damn well near do anything with him. Take this boy of yours, he's not a masochist in any form and doesn't go in for the pleasure of pain like some do but, he will accept anything from you if it is in the form of punishment because he knows what it's for. Each boy is different and you have to be able to read what they are into, ok?" "Uhm, yes I think I see what you mean." "Good, now lesson two, never punish a boy when you're angry, put him somewhere to stew for a few hours while you cool down and then go and deal with him when you are calm and cool headed. A good boy like this one can be ruined if you just lash out at him in anger and you have no control over your own emotions. The control you have over yourself is as important as the boy obeying you in all things, ok?" "Yes thanks, this is the sort of thing I really need to learn." "Yes I know, there's a lot of stuff that you will pick up as you go but the basics must be learnt properly before you try anything. When I move to the coast, I'll give you my number, any time you need advice you call me straight away, don't worry about the time of day or night, just call and I'll answer. Right lets go look inside." Roger reached for an old fashioned looking key in his pocket and placed it in the hole in the door, a grating sound came from the metal door as though it too was in pain. "Just effects Peter, this door actually opens from the remote but I like a bit of the dramatic for first timers." Roger threw open the steel door with groan from the supposedly rusty hinges, before me was a blackness that was impenetrable, the smell of dankness mixed with old leather and oil wafted out too greet my nostrils for the first time. Was this really all just for effect, or, had this room not been opened for a long time, the feeling of hopelessness overcame me as Roger moved quickly and confidently into the darkness, is this how a boy feels for the first time? TO BE CONTINUED: