Date: Sun, 5 Mar 2023 13:04:50 +0000 (UTC) From: Ash Eater Subject: The contract chapter 11 Remember to show your appreciation to Nifty. Donate: https://donate.nifty.org/ James closed the front door behind him, took off his shoes and quickly removed his trousers and shirt .Naked he was about to kneel on the hallway floor when Michael shouted "Come in here now" It was now approaching ten months since Michael moved in and had started slowly to take control of his home, and his life. He adjusted his balls as the ring round them tightened as his dick grew in the cage. James took out the wallet from his trousers and put it in his mouth fell to his knees and crawled toward the living room. He pushed open the door and his dick hardened further as the scent of cigar smoke hit him. There was now almost a constant haze when he entered the room, tonight it was just Michaels, sometime there would be company Dave or as he now addressed him Sir David would often be there, and occasionally two or three others, some men he knew, sometime strangers who Michael had called in from the apps offering the chance to make use of James. Just in time. Michael was preparing a brand new cigar. "These arrived this morning. Another gift, you are very generous" James crawled towards the younger man opened his mouth and dropped his wallet into a waiting hand. Michael lifted his leg and placed his leg on the low table. James had ceased to wince as the heel of the shoe scuffed the expensive table he and his late husband had bought. What now occupied his mind was knowing that he had paid for the shoes he was about to worship. He crawled forward and began to lick the sole, a position that allowed him to see the arrogant sneer on his tenants face as the tongue moved along the surface. It had been a five week since Michael announced he had given up his job, he had no need to work at the moment as James' back balance was healthy enough for him to survive on for years to come, but he didn't want James hanging round the place all day, so he'd have to go out and get a job, and bring in some extra money. As he licked the sole James watched as Michael opened the wallet and took out a thick roll of notes. "Five hundred quid. Very nice" This was the third day running that Michael and James had gone through this ritual. Whereas Michael had previously worked to pay his rent, James was now working and paying Michael for the privilege of him staying in the house. James knew that he could have stopped this but he couldn't he was addicted to the idea of serving, and had a fear that one day Michael would one day just have enough and move out. Since his husband/Master had died he had experienced a huge gap in his life, and Michael as arrogant as he was filled that gap. "I probably should ask how your day at work was" Michael said taking the cigar out of his mouth. "But frankly I don't care. All that maters is that you keep bring that money in. I'm concerned though that you aren't bring enough , so I'm think about getting you a second job, or possibly a third. How does working all day and all night to help me live a life of luxury sound. No need to answer, I think it sounds perfect, so you do too. Now open your mouth." James got back on his knees his mouth open, looking at Michael. The younger man leant forward and spat . The ball of phlegm hit the back of his throat. The taste of tobacco reminiscent of the years he served as his husband. master's spittoon. Michael smiled and removed a twenty pound note from the pile that James had handed him. He held it up in one hand, in the other a cigar lighter. Igniting the lighter he moved the note close to th flame. His eyes widened she he looked at the older man. "As if I would" Michael laughed and pointed to his boots" Slip them off and get going on my feet" Michael lay back as he watched James slide his shoes, sniff his socks and then start massaging his right foot. The shoes had cost £300 quid, as much as he liked them what he liked more was the fact that they had been paid for by James, and how his own dick hardened as he pressed pay on his computer whilst announcing how much was exiting his landlords bank account. He groaned with pleasure, as his feet were massaged a rare occasion where he made it clear he actively enjoyed the attention that James afforded him. He was enjoying not working, mainly because it gave him the opportunity to do what he realised was his true calling controlling and dominating men who were weaker than him. As James was now out working seven days a week, the house needed cleaning. Every other day one of three volunteers would arrive at 9 and not leave until Michael had indicated that he was satisfied, for each hour they'd pay him twenty quid. it soon became clear that it took a lot to satisfy Michael, as a result he was raking in the cash. As yet none of them had missed a day. "Get that tongue in there" Michael snapped as James licked between the toes on his left foot. He had deliberately walked barefoot around the house and garden to ensure that his feet were far from clean. "Get all that mucK off- understood? Then I can wallop that arse of yours" He liked the fact that James rarely answered, just did as he was told. What did you say James couldn't help his instinctive response. "Thank You Master" "Say that again" Michael said calmly. James was silent, as if he hadn't meant what he had just blurted out. Michael spat in his face.you have FIVE MINUTES" The two of them were silent, save for the sound of a riding crop tapping on the side of the sofa. Finally James, lowered his head and repeated "Thank YOU Master. Please accept me as your slave. and lowered his body as his kissed Michael's feet. Micheal inhaled on his cigar, "So you are serious. If I agree there will be no turning back, understand." James nodded "Yes Master" He had used that word three times, in the space of ten minutes more than he had since his late husband had died. Being able to say them again was a relief. He just hoped that Michael would agree. Michael stood up and left the room. He was unsure, He quickly sent Dave a text, who responded with a call. His colleague was of course far more experienced in these matters than him, and his advice would hopefully help him make a decision. "OK, I'm going to do something now that will help me decide. Your reaction with help me decide" He inhaled on the cigar, there was a two inch head of ash , he flicked it on to the table, he watched as James went to eat it, as he did he pressed the cigar into the fleshy part of the older man's buttock. The instant response was "Thank You Master" As James licked the table ensuring that every bit of each was removed, Michael took out another cigar, each of them smiled, they were now finally Master and slave.