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Across The Hall

By Billy'sStories and Paul S. Stevens

Chapter #7

It was so nice to be able to sleep in a bed with fresh, clean sheets and pillow cases. I slept until eight o'clock. I dragged my naked body out of bed and slipped into a nice, long, hot shower. I only had one complete set of clean clothes left and I reluctantly put them on. I still hadn't gotten the time I needed to launder my clothes or even go grocery shopping for that matter. Phil had totally monopolized all my spare time since I became part of Phil's `Stable Of Slaves'.

Since my cupboards were bare, I decided I'd treat myself to breakfast at the local neighborhood diner that I frequently pass on the way to and from work. Since I hadn't answered Phil's e-mail from last night, I got on the computer and immediately replied to his message before I headed off for the day. I explained that I was going to try and get my new car registered and insured by one o'clock so that I could escort my first clients to the three condominium complexes that I was assigned to present to them. So, I told him that I would be home approximately seven o'clock this evening. I padded my answer a little by giving myself an extra hour so I could do a little food shopping. I had to do it. This habit of eating out was costing a fortune. I was fortunate that the laundry room in the building was open until two o'clock in the morning. I knew my time would be consumed by my commitment with Phil and late at night might be the only opportunity I'd get to do some much needed laundry.

Anyhow, breakfast was delicious and affordable with quick and friendly service. I'll keep this place in mind to bring clients to if the need ever arises. As I spent the morning taking care of my new car, I started to appreciate the choice I made. I pretty much got the car that I had intended to get. The only compromise was that it was black instead of the midnight blue I originally requested. After having it a couple of days now, I decided that it looked more professional in the black anyway and so I quickly changed my mind about it. The interior was a nice gray with black accents. It had `all wheel drive' and was low enough to the ground that if I ever had to chauffer around any senior citizens, it would perfectly fit the bill.

Waiting in lines to take care of business was so boring that I started imagining that the sexy, naked DMV clerk was so hot that I shamelessly offered to let him fuck me if he waived the registration fee. Unfortunately, reality set in and that fantasy got quickly nipped in the bud.

The clients that I was assigned to escort today actually did turn out to be senior citizens that sold their family home and were downsizing to a 2 bedroom condo. So, I did my best and showed them the advantage's that each one of the three different types of units had to offer. Of their three choices, they liked complex number three. It had plenty of parking, an indoor pool and a community room with lots of activities for their senior members. I gave them our full color brochure on the place and they were so happy that they told me they would call on Sunday and tell me which one they picked out. We would then negotiate the price on Monday and close the deal. That should earn some extra points for me and keep the boss happy. On my way home, I did some food shopping and was starting to feel pretty good about the day's accomplishments.

When I arrived home, there was no note on the door, so I felt funny ringing Phil's doorbell. I didn't want to get caught up in an awkward encounter with his mom in case she was home, so I opened my door and set the groceries down on the kitchen table. I booted up my computer and sent a quick e-mail to Phil@BateMaster.com to let him know I was home. It was a quarter before six, more than an hour ahead of the time that I indicated to Phil that I would be home.

Before I could even get all the groceries put away, my cell phone rang. It was Phil. I wondered how he got my number. Then, I remembered that it was on the business card I had given him the day we met.

"I see you got your tags," Phil said. "Cool! You're official now!"

I guess Phil must have passed my car in the parking structure. All the tenants had personally assigned spaces and my space was right next to his mother's space. Now that the small talk was out of the way, Phil continued.

"Anyhow, Bill and I both have jobs. We go to our mom's work with her on Saturdays. We ride with her to work at eight o'clock in the morning and we come home at six."

"Oh, I see," I said, wondering where this was all going.

"It had somehow come up today that Bill and I had helped you move your stuff in the other day, so my mom wants to meet you. She wants to know if you'll come over for dinner tonight."

Well, I was hungry and didn't want to turn down a free meal. Besides, I wanted to see how Bill and Phil behaved in front of their mother.

"Sure," I responded. "I'll be right over!"

I finished putting away my groceries and then darted across the hall to introduce myself.

"Hi," I began. "My name is Nathaniel but please just call me Nate."

"I'm Alice," she said. "I'm very happy to meet you. The old neighbors that lived there before you were very noisy in the hall and were really quite rude most of the time."

"Then you probably won't even know I'm there," I said. "Thanks for inviting me over!"

"We're glad to have you," she said. "Come on in and make yourself comfortable."

I entered the apartment and almost didn't recognize Bill and Phil with their clothes on. Alice excused herself to return to her kitchen and finish preparing our meal. In her absence, Phil kind of took over the mood and advised me what was to come.

"Here's what you're going to do," Phil advised. "After dinner, you're going to invite all of us to go and have some ice cream. Mom is lactose intolerant so she won't want to come along. I have a great night of fun planed for us all."

Once we all sat down to eat, we were treated to a fantastic steak dinner. Alice was indeed a great cook. As we talked afterward, Alice was amused that her two sons would volunteer to help me. To her, it seemed completely out of character for them to do anything at all for anyone other than themselves. So, to disprove their mother even further, they started loading up the dish washer and cleaned the entire kitchen while her and I enjoyed a cup of coffee. We talked about how I got my new job and how I found this apartment. When Bill and Phil finished in the kitchen, I raised the question I had been directed to ask.

"Is there any good places to get ice cream around here," I innocently asked Phil. "I've been having a craving for it lately. Let's all go. It'll be my treat!"

"Sure," Phil answered. "I know a great place."

"Great, let's go!" I offered.

"You guys go ahead," Alice suggested. "It will give me some quiet time alone. Go on and have some fun!"

Just as Phil had predicted, their mom declined my offer and sent us on our way with her blessing. So, the three of us walked down to my car, and on the way I had to lay down some ground rules to Phil.

"I know that by the time we get to my car, you're going to be my master once again," I explained. "But I must insist that there be nothing, and I mean nothing done to... or in that car to fuck it up. Is that understood? That car is part of my job and I told you that you can't interfere in any way with that. If you do anything at all to fuck this up for me, I swear, the deal if off!"

Phil gave me a dirty look but shook his head `yes' to agree to my terms.

Just to avoid having a soapy dildo in my mouth or a spanking, I politely added "Thank you Master!"

He looked pleased and said, "Now that wasn't so hard, was it?"

We got into the car and Phil sat up front with me. I drove us to the apartment exit and waited to be told where to go next.

"Left," Phil barked and off we went.

We traveled about three blocks and I recognized Pat and another guy were standing on the corner, apparently waiting for us.

"Do you see them over there?" Phil asked.

""Yeah." I answered.

"Go around over there and pick them up," Phil directed.

I'm sure this was all planed out. I stopped and picked them up. The two of them slipped into the back seat and off we went again. Almost in unison, they greeted us.

"Hi Nate, hi Bill, Hello Master!" they recited like two good little slaves.

Phil introduced me to the new guy. His name was John.

"Hey John," Phil said. "Tell Nate here your `sin'."

I learned something that night that I wouldn't have believed even if Phil had told me himself. It turns out that Phil gets great grades in school and uses his many talents to tutors the slower kids in his classes. Well, as John relayed his story, he totally gained my sympathy.

It turns out that John was one of Phil's tutoring `students'. As John told his story, he revealed that he had heard that Phil had created a list of answers for an upcoming test that would ensure that his tutoring students would pass. John's indiscretion was that he tried to steal that list, but Phil caught him at it. Phil then took the list and blacked out some of the answers so that his grade would drop from an `A', to a `C'. Phil then made `the slave deal' with John and in return, gave him the blackout list. John was so desperate to pass the test that he agreed to the `sentence' of slavery under Phil until John went off to college. When I asked him which college he had his heart set on, to my surprise, he indicated `Yale'. When John finished telling his tale of woe, I told him my brief dealings with Phil and now everyone understood each other.

When we arrived at the ice cream parlor, we piled out of the car and each one of us ordered a double scoop of our favorite flavors. So far, we were having a good time even though I had to pick up the check. When we finished there, Phil had me drive us to the next stop.

It turns out that it was an indoor public pool. Phil's best friend managed it. When we arrived, he posted a sign that said `Pool Closed - Private Lessons In Session'. Everything was pre-arranged. The pool was cleared at eight o'clock and Phil's friend locked the main doors. We were hushed into the locker room and told to wait. A few guys were lagging behind but in a minute or two, they left and the locker room doors got quickly locked as well.

The facility was now locked down for private use. The doors hadn't been locked for more than a couple of seconds before Phil barked his first order for the night.

"Everyone Strip!" Phil ordered.

I didn't know it at first, but soon found out that Phil's pool friend was named Steve. He was invited to be a second `Master in charge' of the night's proceedings. Steve and Phil both stripped down with the rest of us and soon, all six of us (Phil, Steve, Bill, John, Pat and me) were stark naked, ready for the action to begin. This was a pretty impressive job for Steve and now I understood why I'd never seen him at Phil's place before.

Next, we all went through the double doors and walked into a great looking Olympic style pool.

"Fifteen Minutes," Phil announced.

I was beginning to learn that Phil was a master at the art of minimal expressionism. I quickly found out that his last statement meant that we were allowed fifteen minutes of free swim time. We all jumped into the warm pool, all except John that is. Phil was holding him by the arm and walked him over to a chair near the lifeguard station. Once again, I watched as Phil administered his perfected method of punishment. He grabbed John by his unsuspecting flaccid cock and jolted his entire body across his lap and immediately began to wallop his ass with all his might. I had no idea what indiscretion John had committed but it must have been major. After each blow, John would scream in pain. Both the sound of Phil's hand striking John's ass, and John himself yelling out, ricocheted off the walls and echoed off the water like a thunder storm. When Phil had completed his twenty lashes, both he and John dove into the water as if nothing happened.

I'd been looking at poor Pat as he watched John's beating. His eyes filled with terror, afraid that he might accidentally do something to displease `The Master' and call forth his fury. I felt more and more compassion for him each day. There really wasn't anything wrong with having a teeny weenie. His punishment was far too severe for having committed no crime at all.

Our fifteen minutes of free swim time went by far too fast. Phil and Steve went over to the shallow end of the pool and sat at the edge. Then Phil summoned us all over.

"Okay all you guys," Phil commanded. "Get your asses over here!"

End of Chapter #7

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