A Piercing Aquaintance

Master Charles had divided one package of the opium into 90 small pieces when his phone rang.

‘’Hey Shelly! Yea, it’s happening  deal.  It’s time to have a party— Can you get some of your friends together for next week?’’ 

Slave awoke to the sound of a voice reading to him. He saw Alpha reading a poem, ‘If, My Son’, by Rudyard Kipling. 

Alpha watched the boy stretch into consciousness. 

Alpha was hair-less, obviously freshly shaved, slender, balding; and, a genial looking man, of about 30, with good teeth. He stood nude next the bed, excepting a shiny gold metal chain collar and flip flops. His dick was big yet unaroused, and cut, in a cock ring. 

He set the book down upon the bedside table.

Slave too was naked, and had a morning erection. He didn’t hide it as he sat up and it poked near his navel. Slave was turned on from his experience with Alpha’s cock up in his ass two days earlier. He felt energized and rather good. 

One wouldn’t call it baby fat, but he had an androgynous look. To Alpha a presence of energy. The boy's blond curly hair looked already combed, or rather styled, with well pared, clean finger and toe nails. Should it just be referred to as ‘youth’?

‘’Your education will continue. Home schooling, and then you’ll take a test, and get a GED. In the meantime your new attire is sitting here; and, I was told to help you become acquainted with it; after a visit to bath room,’’  Said Alpha.

Paul looked over his new ward robe which consisted of, for starters, a large black leather dog collar; and, he recognized it — it had been on Kang.  He at first was a bit repulsed, but then grabbed it and put it on with some satisfaction. Alpha inserted a small pad lock through the buckle.

various other straps and leather belts were laid out. He donned a thong like ‘jock’ that had, instead of a cup, had a stainless steel cock ring. 

He squeezed his dick and balls through it. It was secured to two thin inch wide leather straps that ran tightly under his ass; held together by a sliding leather disk, with an elastic insert, as he figured, to hold an ass plug, or dildo. 

The straps finally, connected about five inches apart on either side of his tail bone, above his plump cheeks, to the belt. Slave looked in  the full length mirror and rather liked  the look.

Upon his protruding genitals through the ring was placed a cock cage and locked. At the piss hole, his dick, with  the help of Alpha, was secured with the PA from the bedside table, re-inserted two days back. It didn’t hurt as much as expected. 

Alpha handed him a couple of small suction cups for his tits, that he was  to use every morning to keep the nipples swollen. 

‘’They are such a nice pink color, and so perky,’’ said Alpha.

Alpha enumerated a litany of do s and don’ts and explained  they were from an ‘Old Guard’ leather protocol manual, that Master Charles expected him to obey. Some would probably be relaxed with time but he wants you to follow them for now. 

He was given knee pads, as his position in his future, was to be very often upon his knees.

Paul recollected the slave owned by another Master he’d seen some weeks back, at the bar  before he’d met Master Charles. He recalled how he’d ridiculed the slave to his face, and wondered if his fate, likewise, was to be cavorting about on his knees, sucking the cocks of strangers, and twerking for their cocks.

He was actually already off to a pretty good start he figured. 

He wanted more cum he admitted to himself.  Cum flooding both holes, as his ass pulsed thinking of the previous week. He fondly recalled his ride against his Master’s back. 

His cock cinched to a tight fit in the chastity cage.

‘’Hey, how long do I have to wear this thing on my dick?’’ 

‘’Till, Master says otherwise.’’

Alpha led Paul through the old farm house, furnished with old Victorian worn furniture, big house plants upon oaken plank floors, that felt remarkably clean under Paul’s bare feet. 

He smelled coffee and breakfast fare; as he looked upon mostly white walls, decorated with two curious large oil paintings in the large entrance room, about 6ft wide, that went from 2’ above  floor to within a couple feet of the 14 ft ceiling.  

‘’Can I get a cup of coffee?’’ As Paul gazed up at the imposing painting of a surreal, stormy, dystopian scene, depicting a naked man/bird and other weird creatures, with small flightless wings, in obeisance to a seated Zeus like figure, all in an other worldly setting. A figure who sternly looked forward, from a massive throne, evidently ignoring His less than human devotees entirely. They walked back through a hallway to the kitchen.

“Good morning, MY slave!” 

Entering the kitchen, Master Charles stood at the stove flipping a couple of eggs. Standing naked with an apron, that said ‘Master Chef’; and still a big block of granite; perhaps even more so, to Paul’s thinking.

“How arrr ya!. And, whad’da yaa have?” As he slid  the eggs upon a plate. 

Master Charles  then enumerated a few possibilities of which Paul selected with a ‘thank you, Sir’. 

Slave looked down at  the cage where his balls extended in a vulnerable way, and as his cock pushed for freedom. His tits were still suctioned but seemed  to want usage not so much freedom.

Paul sat upon his knees next to an indicated chair. 

Master Charles sat, and he pulled a fried egg from the plate and held it above slave’s head as were he a dog. Without grasping with his hands, slave craned his head back and awaited the egg with mouth open. Kang’s collar jangled a bit as he bit for the food. 

Slave didn’t know if he was horny because he allowed himself being treated this way, with him accepting, as an act, or was he just naturally a groveling cunt. His identity was in flux; but given the cock cage as a measure, he continued his role with enthusiasm.

A door bell chimed.

‘Get the door, will ya Alpha.?’ Master asked. 

Alpha scurried back into the kitchen betraying a naturally gay affectation in his excitement, ‘’Master it’s the cop with the bull horn, we saw yesterday!’’

''What cop!'' 

Actually, it was that cop, Biddy, and another man. The man who had observed the two from a telescope. 

He was a middle aged, pot bellied guy, black framed glasses with blue eyes, black balding greasy hair, wearing a salmon sports shirt and blue blazer, and white pants with little anchors stitched on them. He sported a white captain’s hat with an anchor patch — can’t make this stuff up.

Officer Biddy explained the crimes he was investigating and asked if he might meet his housemates.

Master took charge.

‘’We are a nudist house hold, but if you wish to meet my house mates naked, you may come in.’’ Officer Biddy’s partner a little too quickly said he had no problem with that.

‘’Well, I told you then, that we knew metal or something was buried near that tree.’’

Slave talked from the floor and no one suggested he stand. He looked up explaining like a little boy in trouble excepting the slave gear — to which Officer Biddy rolled his eyes.

 ‘’Yea, we dug around but didn’t find anything. We didn’t bury anything either! — just like we told ya —that’s not our trash. You could’a come over an taken a look then.

‘’Smoldering ?’’ 

‘’i never saw any smoke.’’ Said slave.

John here says he saw you boys naked, and having sex; looking back and forth to Alpha and  slave. ‘’ I’m going to arrest…’’ 

‘’That’s not them!’’ says the telescope viewer, John, waving his arms out clutching the hat, like a referee seeing a foul.

‘’But you already described these two! Even the colors of their shorts !!  Red and blue. Same as I saw.’’ Retorted the officer. 

‘’No; our shorts were white and yellow.’’ interjected the little, lying, naked slave.  

He was immediately aware, and little worried his lie could be called out with a simple search, when Master gave him a look, he looked down.

Officer Biddy was infuriated.

‘’This isn’t over… perverts !!’’ 

‘’Yes it is!’’ says Master Charles; as he glacially points toward the door.

John smiled, that knowing smile; and stared at slave; and, he actually licked his simpering wet lips.

After we finish the examination of the illegal dumping, we’ll be back with a search warrant, and arrest warrants.’’ 

The officer Biddy shot daggers with his eyes, toward Master Charles.