Date: Wed, 27 Mar 2019 13:40:05 +0000
From: Hugh Everett <hughev@hotmail.com>
Subject: From Husband to slave Part 13

From Husband to slave Part 13 -- The loan

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Guy surveyed the scene before him -- Sam laying back contentedly on the
sofa, his exposed, cut cockhead still glistening and Hugh, on his knees,
the remains of Sam's spunk round his lips and a load of Guy's own cum
trickling down the back of his head. "Well, Sam, we have early meetings, I
need to hit the sack. My slave will see you out when you are ready" said
Guy, heading off to the bedroom. Over his shoulder he added, "slave, set my
alarm for 6.30."

When Guy had left the room, Sam smiled down at Hugh. "Does Guy keep you in
chastity?" he asked matter-of-factly. Once again, Hugh was a bit startled
at Sam's ability to get straight to the point, but replied honestly "not
for long periods, Sir, but sometimes he sees my morning wood is
particularly hard as he goes out to work and orders me not to wank while
he's away."  "Seems reasonable -- we don't want the slave having too much
fun while his Master is hard at work, do we?" mused Sam.  Before Hugh could
respond, Sam continued "and did he order you not to wank this morning?" As
he said this he looked down at Hugh's hard, leaking cock straining in the
confines of his jockstrap pouch. "No, Sir, he didn't" replied Hugh, gasping
with pleasure as he felt the handsome American's foot start to play with
his balls. "Lose the jock," ordered Sam. Hugh nearly tipped over in his
haste to obey from his kneeling position. "Now you may cum on my feet,"
said Sam, placing his perfectly manicured bare feet together in front of
Hugh. "You have 30 seconds," he added, looking at his Rolex, to show the
slave he was serious.  Hugh gazed at Sam's beautiful, hairless feet as he
pulled furiously on his rock hard cock.  He didn't even need the full 30
seconds to erupt over the stud's feet, covering both of them with thick,
white cum.  "You know what to do," said Sam quietly and Hugh set to work on
licking up every drop of his own cum. "Use your jock to dry my feet" was
Sam's next order. Hugh obeyed and then carefully put his shoes and socks
back on while Sam called an Uber.  As Hugh saw him to the door, Sam said,
"Wear that jock tomorrow, if your Master doesn't object."  "Yes, Sir. Thank
you Sir" replied Hugh, bowing his head as Sam left the house.

The next morning, as Guy's alarm went off at 6.30, Hugh had already made
tea and was kneeling naked, except for his collar by Guy's bedside. Next to
him lay the stained jock from the night before.  Guy opened his eyes
groggily and as he reached for his tea, he noticed the white jock on the
carpet.  "Why is that on the floor?" he demanded.  Hugh recounted in detail
what had happened with Sam after Guy had gone to bed and as he got to the
part about asking permission to wear the used jock according to Sam's
request, Guy muttered, `fuck, that's hot' as he swivelled himself round to
a sitting position on the edge of the bed, grabbed Hugh by the collar and
pulled him roughly onto his dick. He fucked his slave boy's throat
mercilessly, cumming without warning after a few minutes.  Hugh choked a
little, but managed not to spill any of his Master's seed on the carpet.

As he was now a bit late, Guy dressed himself after his shower and all Hugh
had to do was wait by the front door with his Master's rucksack.  He was
still hard from recalling the Sam episode and the subsequent, unexpected
face fucking.  As Guy took his rucksack, he noticed Hugh's hard on and his
departing words were, "Permission to wear the used jockstrap
granted. Permission to wank denied."

Later that morning, Hugh was clearing up the glasses from the previous
evening when he heard the special ring tone signalling a call from his
Master.  He answered within the required 3 rings. Guy got straight to the
point; "You clearly did a good job with Sam last night.  He wants to borrow
you at his hotel for a couple of hours this evening.  Be at the Shangri-La
at 5pm.  Take lube, condoms and massage oil."  He hung up before Hugh could
respond.  Looking vacantly at the phone in his hand, Hugh wondered if he
should be resentful that Guy had agreed to `lend' him out like an object,
but the growing bulge in his stained jockstrap reminded him how much he had
loved serving Sam and decided instead to count himself a lucky slave.

At 5pm Hugh was sitting on a designer bench in the impressive lobby of the
Shangri-La Hotel in the Shard, London's tallest building.  Having had no
instructions on how to dress for the occasion, Hugh decided on chinos,
crisp white shirt and a blazer with loafers and invisible socks.  His smart
Mulberry briefcase contained the items his Master had listed on the phone.
He stood and smiled as soon as he saw the tall, handsome Mr van Branden
stride into the lobby, but only received the curtest of nods in return from
the powerful American executive and a tilt of the head to indicate that
Hugh should follow him.  Hugh stayed a respectful 2 steps behind.  As soon
as they entered the elevator, Sam barked at Hugh, "You should have been
standing waiting for me.  Slaves do not use furniture without permission."
"Sorry Sir" replied Hugh, bowing his head. "Now strip" Sam ordered the
alarmed Hugh.  Thoughts of being caught on CCTV cameras or by another hotel
guest flashed through his mind, but Sam already looked pissed off over the
lapse in protocol in the lobby, so he started to take off his loafers.
Fortunately, the Shard elevator was amazingly speedy and Hugh's outfit was
still in tact apart from his shoes by the time they reached the 37th Floor.
He followed Sam to the door of his suite and couldn't help letting slip a
"wow" as he took in the panoramic view of his hometown from the
floor-to-ceiling windows.  Sam's "I said, strip, boy. Your focus should be
on me, not the fucking view" rudely interrupted Hugh's site seeing.  He
quickly obeyed and was soon naked, standing to attention, eyes
lowered. "OK," said Sam, "Here's the deal.  I have a meeting with old man
Melchett later this evening where I will have to play nice in order to get
the funding for my US expansion. He will no doubt lecture and patronize me
about my hot headed Yankee ways before he reluctantly agrees to release the
money, even though the old son of a bitch knows my business plan is rock
solid.  Your purpose tonight, slave Hugh, is to be used, humiliated, beaten
and have your lily white, limey ass fucked by this upstart American, so
that I will be in the right frame of mind for the meeting, knowing how
superior I have proved myself to be over one of his precious
countrymen. Capish?"

"Yes Master Sam" replied Hugh, his cock hardening.  "But first we need to
address your lack of respect in the lobby.  Get over the desk, " Sam
ordered.  Hugh placed himself over the elegant Macassar ebony desk, with
its spectacular view of the winding Thames.  "We're gonna do this American
frat style. You count and ask respectfully for another" explained Sam. Hugh
had watched enough US jock porn to know exactly what Sam meant and after
the first searing stroke of his belt, intoned the appropriate phrase: "1
Sir. Thank you Sir. Please may I have another?"  After 6 strokes wielded by
Sam's very muscular right arm, Hugh's phrasing was getting a bit shaky and
after "8 Sir" he wasn't sure if he could bear to ask politely for another.
After a few seconds pause, he managed to continue with the request, but was
relieved to hear Sam say, "That's enough. Get down under the desk, take off
my shoes and give me a foot rub"

Hugh gratefully replied and painfully maneuvered himself under the desk,
his glowing backside pointing towards the London skyline.  He took off
Sam's shoes, soaking in the smell of sweat and leather and lovingly began
to massage his temporary Master's socked feet. Above him, Hugh heard Sam
get out his laptop and start going through emails. From the sounds of the
muttered `Jeez' and `For Christ's sake' he took it that the content of
these was not putting Sam in a better humour.  After a while, Hugh heard
his next order: "Go run me a bath and lube yourself up while you are
waiting for it to fill." Yes Master Sam, " replied Hugh as he crawled from
under the desk.  Sam watched him and said, in an amused tone, "I like that.
Carry on crawling until you get to the tub."  Hugh obeyed and so only saw,
to his amazement, when he stood up to reach the taps, that the bath (or tub
as his American Master called it) was set into another floor-to-ceiling
window, with an equally stunning view.  Once the water was running at what
he hoped was an acceptable temperature, Hugh realized that the lube and
condoms were still in his briefcase by the door to the suite. Not wanting
to risk any more strokes to his already sore ass, he decided to crawl back
out of the bathroom to retrieve his bag. Sam, now changed into the hotel
bathrobe was reading the New York Times and pretended to ignore Hugh's
slow, naked progress across the shiny marble floor.  As Hugh headed back to
the bathroom, Sam grinned to himself at this hot Brit boy's complete
subservience and started to stroke his hardening dick

Once back in the huge bathroom, Hugh stood and started to lube himself up,
his cock rock hard at the exposure he felt doing this by a large plate
glass window overlooking the capital.  Sam heard the bath tap being shut
off and sauntered into the bathroom, shucking off his bathrobe as he
entered.  He was delighted to see Hugh drop to his knees, head bowed as
soon as he saw Sam come in. He also noticed the condom neatly set out on a
marble shelf and a fluffy hotel towel folded carefully over the edge of the
bath.  "Get here, slave boy. Bring the condom," ordered Sam."  Hugh crawled
over and knelt once again in front of Sam. "Lick my balls" was the blond
stud's next order. Hugh complied, relishing the difference between Sam's
shaved balls and Guy's lower hanging, hairy ones.  He lapped up the working
day's sweat from his American Master, eliciting appreciative moans from
above. Sam, pleased with Hugh's eager tongue work, said in a softer tone
than before, "Put on the condom, boy."  Hugh ripped open the foil packet
and gently rolled the condom over Sam's smooth, beautifully proportioned
tool, his task aided by the copious pre-cum pouring out of Sam's piss slit.

As soon as the condom was on, Sam ordered Hugh to stand and then guided him
into position; bent over the conveniently placed towel and arms braced
against the grab bar on the window side of the bath.  Sam pushed straight
in until his trimmed pubes were pressing against the hot, beaten flesh of
Hugh's arse.  Hugh couldn't help crying out, which earned him a sharp slap
on his thigh and no let up on the brutal rhythm of Sam's fucking.  Sam
looked over Hugh's shoulders to the spectacular view of the city and felt
on top of the world as he pistoned into his colleague's slave boy.
Meanwhile, underneath him, Hugh felt a rush of adrenaline from being fucked
by this tall, powerful stud and was soon whimpering in pain and pleasure.
This whimpering sent Sam over the edge and he roared as he shot a load into
Hugh.  He pulled out and discarded the full condom onto the marble floor
before stepping past the still-panting slave boy into the bath.  Once Hugh
had caught his breath, Sam ordered the slave to wash him carefully with a
soapy flannel. He also ordered Hugh to tell him how grateful he was to
serve his American Master.  As he soaped each part of Sam's body, Hugh
described what a lucky English slave boy he was to be soaping this alpha
male's muscular arms and legs, beautiful feet, perfect pecs and amazing
dick and thanked Sam over and over.

When Sam decided he had had enough physical and verbal adoration, he got
out of the bath and had Hugh dry him gently, but thoroughly with an
enormous bath towel.  To Hugh's surprise, Sam then told him to get into the
bath, which was still full of soapy water.  "Can't send you back to your
Master all dirty, can we boy?" He announced with a grin.  "You've been an
obedient boy, so you can jerk off in my used bath water" he continued,
watching Hugh's hard on bob above the bubbles.  Hugh looked pained, "Master
Guy has denied me permission to cum today, Sir"

"Good boy!" exclaimed Sam.  "You passed the test!"  Hugh looked puzzled, so
Sam explained: "We had a discussion about this earlier. Hugh told me that
if you were honest about his order not to cum, even though you were really
turned on -- which I can see you are -- I would be allowed to give you
permission. So go ahead." A grateful Hugh wasted no time in grabbing his
soapy cock to make the most of Sam (and Guy's) largesse.  He was just
getting into his stride when Sam started to piss into the bath, working his
way over Hugh's hand and cock and up his hairy chest.  The unexpected
feeling of hot piss on his chest was so electric that Hugh came
immediately, shooting rope after rope over himself.  Sam laughed. "Hugh
said you weren't too keen on watersports, but looks like I made a convert."


End of part 13