Date: Mon, 18 Mar 2024 08:54:09 -0400
From: Robert Halstead <subkodak25@gmail.com>
Subject: The Brothel Slave 6

SIX

Since I had taken the day off, I decided to cook dinner for everyone. All
four of us would be eating together and I was nervous as hell. They would
be the first ones to see me shaved like this. I made a pot of stew—one
of our favorites, and even made biscuits as well. They too had been telling
me good I looked and how happy. I wondered what they would think when they
saw my shaved head, and how I would explain it.

Oh, let me introduce my housemates: Matt teaches math in the local high
school, so he was the first to get home. He walked into the kitchen talking
to me. Then all of a sudden, he stopped dead. "Wha...holy shit, Rob (my rl
name, remember), what the fuck .  . . . OMG . . . . " He actually comes
over and rubs his hand on the top of my head but then pulls it off right
away and rushes to wash his hand in the sink. I had put the ointment on
that Master ordered me to buy. "Ok, dude: spill it! Why in the name of all
that is right and holy did you do that to yourself?" What could I say? "Who
the fuck shaved you?"

I had come up with a story to tell. "I've actually been thinking about it
for a while, Matt. I asked a couple of bald-headed guys at work where they
got it done and they gave me a name. I made an appointment last night and
voila! Here I am. Robert the Bald!" Matt laughs and shakes his head. "Too
much. Staid Robert Finnian has bought into a trend!"  "A trend?"

"Yes, from what I've seen. Guys are getting into it. There's something
about the feeling of being shaved, on of them told me, that is really
electrifying. It's popular with the BDSM crowd as well."

"How do you know that? Are you into BDSM now?"

"Not really, but I've been around. To tell you the truth, I went to one of
those clubs a couple weeks ago and actually saw some guy getting his hair
cut off and his bald head shaved. It seemed really intense, the look on his
face while it was happening. Some men were standing around watching it and
making insulting comments. I left because I'd have enough. Apparently it
was a form of humiliation and the guy getting shaved was called a sub.."

He pours himself a cup of coffee and sits at the table reading some
magazine he has. All of a sudden he slams his hands on the table. "Holy
shit! Robbie, you're into that shit!"

I turn beet red. "You are! Goddamn, dude! My landlord is a kinkster!"

"Please shut up about it, Matt."

"I'll keep quiet about it but I want to know what's going on. Who did it to
you?"

"Some guy I met on Fludder. We talked for a while and finally met. It was
intense. That's why I took the day off today, to recover from it all."

"So are you going to keep seeing him?"

"Perhaps. We're staying in touch. He's the one who shaved me. To be honest,
that's making me want more from him."

"Well, Rob, if you ever need anything, help, or anything at all, you can
always come to me. Hey, maybe we can go to the club together sometime."

I doubt it but I wasn't going to say anything else about it right now. The
stew was simmering. I'd wait for the others to get home before putting the
buns in the oven.

Next in was Wally. Accountant. Looks like one, too. Has an on again-off
again relationship with one of his clients. Quiet guy. Friendly, but a bit
on the shy side. When he first sees me he comes out with a bit "WOW! Baldy!
Damn, Rob, it looks good on you."

"thanks Wally. Of course if I decide I don't like it, it will always grow
in."

"Yeah but you've been losing your hair a lot the past two years. Bald is a
better look than just a big bald spot on top our your head. I commend
you. I'm sure it took guts." He pats me on the back and then goes to his
rooms.

Derek and Steve walk in at the same time. Matt met them as soon as they
came in and warned them up front what to expect. Derek is a social
worker. Steve is a manager at a big box store. Both younger than
I. 40's. Neither of them makes a heap of money, so this is a good
arrangement for them. I don't charge them much and they appreciate
it. They're a couple and share the upstairs suite. Been together three
years already. Derek had moved in first, but when he and Steve got together
He asked if Steve could live with him and I agreed. Both really nice
guys. Not only that, but they told me that they'd take the responsibility
for keeping the common areas of the house neat and clean for Matt and Wally
and me. Real homebodies.

So anyway, that's my crew. Matt told them what I'd done and they rushed
into the kitchen to take a look. I felt like a specimen on exhibit. But all
in all, this is good. Have them see me and react before I have to go to the
office in the morning.

The conclusion was that it looked good on me and they were shocked I really
went through with it. None of them asked the type of questions that Matt
asked. All well and good.

Like I said it's a big sprawling house. Matt, Wally, and I are on the
ground floor. We each have private entrances on the street, so it looks
like we're all sharing a condo. Derek and Steve use the main entrance and
their suite is upstairs over Matt and Wally. Mine is the biggest and
there's nothing above me. Good thing because sometimes things get a little
noisy, even though my dungeon room is sound-proofed.

I have to wonder about Matt. What he really thinks of what's going on. How
involved has he gotten in the scene? Dom or sub? I have a lot of questions
and I know he has as well. We're in for some rather interesting
conversations in the near future, that's for sure!

Dinner was lovely. We all fit together so well. I hope my recent activities
will not throw a monkey wrench into the wonderful companionship we all
enjoy.

No sooner did I get to my room when a text came through:

"Be naked and ready at 8:30 pm. I'm sending a friend over to spank you in
the shower the way you described in your little autobiography. Serve him
however he wants. He's sure to let me know how things go. If he has any
complaints you will be whipped tomorrow night before you report to Clark to
get fucked. I'll be sure to land the whip on your ass to make the fucking
more painful for a slave like you."

It was now 8:15. I stripped down quickly and made sure the bathroom was
orderly. Wow. I remember those spankings and how much I cried. And how they
left me alone crying on the floor of the shower once they were done with
me.

Anyway, now the spanking will hurt just as much as it did back then, but I
think I have a higher tolerance for pain after all I've experienced the
past few years. Of course, that remans to be seen. Little did I suspect how
terribly degrading this scene was going to be.

I opened the door exposing my shaved nakedness to the man who had come to
spank me in the shower. Oh my fucking ever-loving God, this was the worst
possible thing that could have happened. It was Leo Birmingham, a
21-year-old intern working right in my own office suite. OMG. What would
this mean for my desire to keep work and kink in very separate categories?
Not only that, but it turns out he is a friend of the Master!

He was as surprised as I. At first I don't think he recognized me because
of my nudity and my shaved head. "I'm here to spank your ass, Daddy, until
you holler like a little boy." He spoke with confidence and authority, not
at all like the nervous neophyte in the office. "fucking shit!" he says,
"what a bare specimen you turned out to be. What's your name, faggot?

"Denny, Sir." Suddenly he realized who I was. "Mr. Finnian? Holy shit!
You're the one he says he's going to break in as a limitless slave! So you
call yourself Denny, eh? That's cool. Good idea to keep the identities
straight lest you reveal too much of yourself. Too bad your plan to keep
things separate has crashed and burned. I can sense that I'm going to go
far in your company, boy. Yeah! Denny is a boy, a faggot slave. Denny needs
to get his ass beat by a stud like me."

He kicks off his shoes then pulls his shirt over his head revealing abs to
die for and arms that look like they can deliver a real bruising. Then off
come the pants. He's wearing a leather jock. I stated wondering if he wore
that to work.

"Feast your eyes on me, boy. You'll be licking me clean before I leave here
tonight. Everywhere. And if you don't show eager enthusiasm, I'll just drag
you back o the shower for another thrashing. So let's go. Get in there and
start the shower. I'll treat you good and let you use warm water, not
cold."

There's something very endearing about Leo acting this way and that thought
really scared me, humbled as I was and about to be thrashed by the lowest
man on the totem pole in my office. We enter the bathroom. "Well, faggot,
get under the water so I can get started beating you."  I try to block out
all awareness of just who it is who is commanding me as I turn on the
water, set the temp, and get under the spray until I'm wet all over.

Leo opens the shower curtain. "Isn't this nice. A slippery wet slave boy
who needs a good thrashing." He holds out his left arm. "Lean over my arm,
faggot. Take what you've got coming to you." I can feel the strength in his
arm as I bend over a bit. He pushes my head farther down and pulls me
towards him. Water is splashing everywhere and I understand why he stripped
down.

It wasn't just to impress me with his awesome body. Damn! I don't care how
much this hurts. I'm going to get to lick his body from head to foot.  He
raises his right arm all the way in the air and brings it crashing down
right on the center of my ass near the bottom. Shit, that hurt! It was
quickly followed with more as he methodically covered every inch of my ass
and had me crying out sooner than I had expected. Damn, could this kid
spank!

I wonder if the Master trained him for this or if it comes naturally. After
hitting every inch of my flesh back there he makes his rounds again and the
pain multiplies with each blow while he chuckles. "Who would fucking belief
that I get to thrash the shit out of old Mr. Finnian! Take it, faggot. The
Master wants you so sore you have trouble sitting tomorrow."

Finally I'm crying and howling and trying to get away. Finally he stops and
actually drags my entire body out of the tub, hitting me wherever he can
get a clear shot. "Get your fucking face down on the floor and start
cleaning between my toes, faggot. Show me how grateful you are for my
special attention."

I lose myself lapping his body but he won't let me near his hard cock. He
makes me stand and lick his fucking sizzling chest then up to his
armpits. I don't think he put on deodorant this morning, so I get a
mouthful of pit sleaze as he keeps pushing my head into each pit and
smacking me again where I'm most sore.

Finally he pushes me back down onto the floor and turns himself
around. Okay, faggot. Spread my cheeks and eat out my ass. Make sure you
get your tongue all the way up my butthole."

Fortunately there's no smell as I do the one most degrading things I ever
have to do, at least so far. "Get in there, faggot!" He slaps me on the
back of my head and bends over farther. "Get into that ass like you're a
starving man and that's all I'm giving you to eat, slaveboy. Prove you have
no dignity when it comes to me."

Finally he's satisfied. "Get back in the tub, slave!" he orders and I
obey. Wanna see my cock, faggot? Beg me for it!"

"Sir, please let this faggot see your awesome cock. Please let me enjoy
looking at it."

 "You've gonna do more than just looking at it, faggot. You'll be sucking
it down a few times every week when you and I have to have closed door
meetings in your office. We'll work it out just fine. And don't worry. I
won't spread your secret. I don't want anyone knowing about my special
talents either. But I reckon some kind of a promotion will soon come my way
and you'll need to consult with me in private two or three times a
week. We'll make it work, MISTER FINNIAN," he cries out in mockery of me.
"So anyway, here's your first look at the cock you'll be worshipping on a
regular basis from now on."

He pulls aside the pouch of his jock and damn, he has one right nice fine
tool there. Nicely shaped. Cut. Big juicy head and regular sized
shaft. "You like that, faggot?" "Yes, Sir, thank you for showing it to this
slave."

"I'm gonna do more than just show it to you, boy." With that a powerful
stream of piss shoots out of it and covers me from my head down, over my
face and around my mouth. Suddenly he stops pissing. He's holding his cock
tightly. "Stick out that fucking tongue, faggot. Let me wash off the ass
juices from your tongue." I stick out my tongue but hold my mouth shut as
tightly as I can as he lets go with another volley and soaks my tongue with
his piss. "Put it back in your mouth and start enjoying what I taste like!"

Finally he finishes. "What do you have to say for yourself, faggot?"
"Thank you, Sir for giving me the thrashing I deserve and allowing me to
taste your body all over and also taste your piss. thank you for showing me
your awesome cock. thank you for promising to keep my secret to yourself."

He reaches down and hauls off and smacks my face so hard I fall over into
the tub, laying in the piss which he poured over my body.

"There, boy. You look good like that. Keep up the good work. I'll put a
good word in for you with your Master so you don't get whipped too much
tomorrow."

I thank him profusely as he turns to leave my home. then I scrub myself
clean from all traces of his piss. Once I've dried off I go to sit on the
couch to watch some TV but it hurts too much to sit right now. fuck it. I
have a glass of juice and crawl into bed. So much has happened today and
I'm so very weary that even my throbbing ass doesn't prevent me from
falling into a deep sleep. A deep dreamless sleep and for that I'm
grateful.

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Here are the other stories I have posted, with the dates where you can find
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The first five should be read in order:

The Alex Chronicles 9/25/2022
Sweet Subjugation 1/15/2023
Brandon's Bosses 4/3/2023
Brandon's Brothers 5/19/2023
Total Subjugation 5/25/2023

These stories are stand-alone

Tommy Loves His Sub 8/17/2023
Training Toby 12/31/2023
Breaking Me In 03/10/2024