Date: Fri, 24 Dec 2004 10:57:01 -0500 From: Bruno Ciardi Subject: Sir Called - Part 4 i left Sir's house minutes ago. Although i had just cum i was walking with a hard-on that anybody passing by on the street would notice. i was thinking about the fact that i was having the hottest sex of my life with a man who had barely touched me and whom i had never touched. It made me aware of how much sexual pleasure was in my mind. But it also made me mad. Why was i letting myself be turned into a boy/slave by Sir? Why was i willing to settle for whatever he wanted to give me on his terms only? As i walked along i got more pissed. Instead of going home i decided to go to the Eagle, have a drink, and look at some men on my own terms. i took a cab over. When i got inside i checked my coat and as an afterthought my T-shirt too. i got a drink and cruised around the bar for a while. There were lots of jeans and sneakers types and some guys in leather. i felt like i needed to identify my newfound sub self so i went into the little leather store on the first floor and bought a leather armband. i couldn't get it on by myself so i asked the leatherman sales guy to help put it on my right arm. He grinned when i asked and said. "ask right, boy" i replied, "Sir, could you please help me snap on the armband so that everyone here will know that i am a boy?" Then he helped me and before backing off stuck his armpit right into my face, saying "Give it a few licks, boy" Without thinking, i did as he said. My boy training was taking over my life. i walked out of the leather store back into the bar. A big guy in leather chaps and vest, and a leather cap was watching me. He followed me to the bar and started talking. "My slave and I are looking for another boy -- someone like you -- to play with tonight. Why don't you come home with us?" A couple of months ago i would have just laughed at an invitation like this. Now my reaction was one of curiosity and fear. i wanted to see how this leatherman would use me and his boy together. i was afraid of what Sir would do if he knew i did something behind his back. But i was pissed at Sir so i said "Yes, Sir i would like to go home with you and your boy." The leatherman's slave approached. He was a younger guy, about 5'6". He wore tight leather shorts, boots and a chain around his neck with a lock. He approached his master eagerly and almost forgetting to lower his eyes in respect. The leatherman said, "Boy, this is slave Juan. Give each other a nice slave kiss." i didn't know what he meant and just stood there but slave Juan came up to me, hands locked behind his back. i did the same and we began to kiss for master's pleasure. Slave Juan was a cute guy but all i could think of while i was kissing him was that i wanted to be kissed by Sir or have Sir be the one telling me to kiss slave Juan. i was feeling really bad now and i knew that i couldn't go on with this. i stopped kissing slave Juan. i pulled back a bit and turned to the leatherman. He didn't look happy but i instinctively got on my knees in front of him in full public view and spoke to him very respectfully. "i am sorry Sir, but i can't do this. i would be betraying the man who now owns my life." The leatherman laughed at this and pulled on my hair with big hands so that i was looking up into his eyes. "That's a good response, boy. Let me give you something to remember me by." With that he spit in my face. i left the gobs of spit on my face and said thank you to the leatherman and to slave Juan. Then i got up and went home, spit still on my face. At home i stripped off my clothes and lay on the bed for a long time without sleeping. As usual when i thought about Sir, my cock was pulsing. i knew that i was going to confess what i had done to him and i was afraid of his reaction. i didn't care if he punished my; i would beg him for that. What i was terrified of was that he would send me away. i realized that i was completely in love with Sir and did not want to lose him. i barely slept that night. Sir called. It was several days later and i was still restless and worried. He wanted me to come over on Saturday to clean his townhouse and entertain some friends that evening. i asked Sir how i should dress for the evening. He said that i did not have to be concerned with clothes for the evening. With these friends i would present naked as if it were just the two of us. Before he hung up, i told him that i would have something important to tell him on Saturday morning. There was too much going on in my head as i walked to Sir's. i was going to confess. i had no idea how he would react. i was supposed to be introduced to friends as his boy. All in one day. i was in turmoil as i got to his place. Upon entering i quickly took off my clothes and kneeled with my head bowed and hands locked behind my back. i was sweating and shaking a bit when Sir came to inspect me about ten minutes later. i immediately kissed his bare feet and licked between his toes. My agitation must have been pretty obvious. He told me to raise my head and look him in the eyes. His gaze took complete control of me. I started to weep and explained what had happened the other night. Sir kept gazing at me. i asked permission to speak. When Sir said yes i begged him to punish me because i was sorry for what i had done and then i said what i had feared to say for weeks now. "Sir, i love you. i know that i am just your boy and maybe someday your slave, but i love you, Sir." Sir continued to penetrate me with his eyes and put his fingers to his lips, indicating that i should be silent. i shut up and knelt completely still. "Boy, I know that you love me. You might be surprised to hear this but I love you too. I am not going to love you in the way you are used to. I will love you eventually as your Master and you will love me as my slave. What we are doing now is shaping your mind and your body to respond as a truly obedient, submissive slave." He continued "I also know that you are struggling with what is going on inside of you and that you both love me and at times hate me. So you thought in your mind that you could hurt me by being unfaithful. But boy, I know that you can't do that." "I will punish you." He said, "Not to hurt you but so that you can think about what you have done and how important it is for you to serve me." That was when Sir had me lie on the kitchen floor. I saw his naked ass for the first time as he squatted over me and shit on my belly. Then he got up and went to his study, leaving me on the floor, contemplating a pile of his -- happily for me -- solid turds. i knew that i could have got up and walked out at that moment but i might as well have been superglued to the floor. i barely moved a muscle but lay there for several hours. Sir came into the kitchen, had a cup of coffee and ate a sandwich as if i were not even there. My eyes followed him whenever he was in sight without moving my head. i realized that i was happy just lying in this man's shit if it meant that i was close to him and that he cared about me. At about 1:00 p.m. he came into the kitchen again and told me to take his shit into the toilet. I did as he commanded. He came into the bathroom and ran warm water in the shower. He told me to get in and from outside of the shower he washed my torso while i stood with my hands locked behind my back. Then he toweled me dry. He gave orders. "Boy, you have a lot to do now. I want the living room and dining room clean and the menu for tonight is on the kitchen counter. Mauricio and his slave will arrive at 7:30. I want everything ready and I want you to make me proud tonight when I show you off. Then Sir did what he had never done before. He took my head in his hands and drew me close to him. He kissed me deeply with his tongue. My cock felt like it was going to explode as his tongue invaded my mouth and made that too his property to own and control. For the rest of the day i worked very happily. i barely saw Sir. He stayed in his study doing some work, reading, and then resting. i cleaned and cooked and savored the memory of him inside of my hungry mouth. The shame and humiliation i had once felt in being naked and subservient in his presence were now being transformed into something much warmer. i felt truly loved and cared for as i made preparations for the evening, concentrating on how much i wanted him to be happy with the results. i could not ignore my hard-on. It might have looked silly to someone looking in from the outside -- a grown man, a highly educated professional man cooking and setting table naked with a raging hard-on. But to me it felt just right. At 5:00 Sir checked on me. Seeing that there were only finishing touches left to complete he called me into his study. i knelt on the oriental carpet beside his leather chair. He tousled my hair and spoke. "You've done well so far boy. Maybe you should rest a while before our guests arrive. i was grateful for Sir's thoughtfulness. He told me to lie on my back on the carpet and try to sleep a bit. i closed my eyes and did as i was ordered. Sir occasionally massaged me with the soles of his shoes. I couldn't sleep much but was very rested when the doorbell rang. Sir ordered me to go to open the door and to receive Mauricio and his slave on my knees. I scurried to the door to follow Sir's command.