The days of my submission continued to pass and with each new day, came new moments of pleasure and new moments to prove my loyalty and dedication to my masters.
As promised, Simon and Jeremiah continued to find ways to remind me and reinforce my position as their obedient Property. Every morning began with my Masters using my holes like they wished. My mouth and my ass had come to crave the mornings where I’d wake up with one of them already halfway to orgasm. Some mornings I didn’t even wake up until I tasted cum in my throat. Each morning I continued to make them breakfast but they had found new ways to reinforce their status over mine. On day 5 they added a new rule. In order to earn my breakfast I had to kneel at their feet and beg for food, as usual using sign language. They said they wanted me to appreciate every gift they gave me and to take none of it for granted. Then, before I could eat they would both spit on my face (or in my food), which I would also have to thank them for. Only then was I allowed to eat.
On day 6, the size of the plug in me was raised up a size. They said I was getting too used to the old one and needed to have a better reminder that part of my job was to be stretched and ready for easy use. The chores that day proved to be extra difficult. The stretch of the plug, the occasional rub against my prostate, meant that I was leaking from the moment I started to the moment I ended. I did my best to clean up any mess I made but it slowed me down considerably. When Jeremiah got home from work, I’d only finished two thirds of the chores. He was enormously displeased and I earned my first serious punishment from him.
Simon usually was the one who enjoyed the task of reprimanding me and was much stricter. He had spanked me when he got home on Day 5 for not groveling well enough when I begged for my food in the morning. I promised I would do better. I had come to expect his reprimands and his constant drive to make me do better. Jeremiah, however, did not usually pursue the same type of punishment. He did punish me but it usually took the form of spankings and rough sex, not humiliation. Seeing that I failed him seemed to unlock something in him. He dragged me outside by my hair and pulled me into the backyard. The entire time he muttered angrily about how disappointed he was. I attempted to sign my apologies but they seemed to matter little to him. I couldn’t see where he was leading me but could feel the cold evening air and could hear the sound of crickets in the distance. Finally I heard the sound of a chain rattling and felt something heavy latch onto the front of my collar.
The blindfold was ripped from my face and I blinked trying to focus on the man staring sternly down at me.
“I am very disappointed. It failed to do its chores and it attempted to act like nothing had happened! That it had not failed! Your masters do so much for it, and all they ask is for perfect, obedient, service and you can’t even do that. You need a serious reminder of all we do for you.” I looked around as he grabbed a blanket and laid it out on the ground in front of me. I realized we were in the backyard. I looked past him and saw the house, their house, the house they let me live in and tend to. “For the next two days it will not be allowed inside of the house. It will live out here. It will sleep out here. It will eat out here. It will be fucked by our cocks out here. And it will be punished out here. By the end of this it will remember its place and it will never, ever, ever fail me again.”
I began to sign an apology but he waved his hand to stop me.
“I don’t want apologies. If you apologize you will add another day to the time. The only way you are showing your sorry is by unquestionably following every order for the next two days.”
“Yes Master, it understands. It will await the punishment it deserves.” I signed.
“Good. You will wait here. Simon will be home soon and I am going to have to discuss what the next two days look like for our Property.” He grabbed my chin and roughly turned my face so I was forced to look him in the eye. “You are to stay here. Your hands are to stay behind your back until we return. If they are not, another day will be added to your punishment.”
I watched my Master walk away. I glanced down at the blindfold laying loose on the ground and realized he had left it off on purpose. He wanted me to see. He wanted me to watch as they both came home and went about their night without him. Our kitchen windows gave me an unobstructed view of what happened in our home. I would see it all and I would be left out of it. An observer who was being punished.
I sat there, the cold stinging my skin, my nipples shrinking in the cold and squeezing around the cold metal that hung from them both. I felt my dick stir in its cage as the humiliation I endured lit that familiar hungry fire inside. At the same time though, my heart ached. I had failed my Masters. I had disappointed them and now I was facing the consequences. They were reminding me of all they provided and all they could take away every time I failed them.
I sat in the designated position as the sky got darker and the air got even colder. My arms began to cramp but I refused to move them. I wanted to obey. I wanted to be back inside serving my masters. Soon I couldn’t see anything in front of me, only the lights of the kitchen and dining room provided some streaks of light across the yard. I began to ponder if my Master would even see if I let my arms settle. As that thought crossed my line a light above my head suddenly flicked on. I glanced up and saw that a spotlight had been installed right above where I now sat. In the pitch black of night, my nude and exposed form was now on perfect illuminated display. Anyone passing by or driving in the distance would be able to see me. I wanted to move my hands to cover my body but glanced up and saw my Master standing at the window.
I took a deep breath and straightened my posture, putting myself even more on display.
“I am their property. I do what they command. I am their property. I do what they command.” I began to repeat that over and over in my head. Every time I began to get anxious or have doubts or second guess my choice to submit to them fully, I reminded myself this way, my own mantras to help me remember my place and how much happier I was. “Life was better as their property. Life is easier as their property. I love being their property. I want to be their property. Being their property is where I belong.”
Every repetition made something deep inside my gut feel warm. It was like every repetition, every time I reminded myself, something deep inside me accepted it and reveled in that knowledge. It brought me a pleasurable warmth that was indescribable. I knew it was true and my mantras were just a way to solidify this fact and help me remember. I might ask my masters to make me repeat this every morning as a part of my conditioning.
Time slowly ticked by. My ears perked up when I heard a car roll into the driveway. Headlights illuminated the side of the house and then flicked off soon followed by footsteps and the sound of the front door opening and then closing. I watched as Daddy Simon entered the living room and moved to the kitchen. He saw Jeremiah and pulled him in for a deep and passionate kiss. I whined through my gag, I wanted to be kissed. It had been so long since Master or Daddy had kissed me. On day 2 they said I would have to earn them and I had yet to earn a single one. I would just have to work harder to get one.
As I watched earnestly, I saw Daddy Simon's eyes flick to me. I shrunk a little as he glared at me, an anger simmering under the surface of those bright blue eyes. I could see it even from here. I watched as he took off his coat and put down his bags and keys. I shuddered as he stomped through the house to the back door, closely followed by Master Jeremiah. He looked livid. I heard the back door creak open and fought back the urge to hide myself as he crossed the yard. He was ten feet away when he began undoing his belt and then his zipper. Soon his cock was in his hand. Behind him Jeremiah did the same. A part of me was excited to see both of my owners' cocks, but another part knew what was about to happen.
Both men loomed over me, anger on one face, disappointment on the other. My eyes moved down to their cocks just as they began to release their bladders. Warm, golden liquid poured onto my chest. I shuddered as they purposefully aimed at every inch of my body they could reach. A few drops splashed onto my cheeks but I didn’t move an inch, even when Daddy Simon angled his cock up and some piss splashed across my face. I just accepted the punishment, the reminder of my status in our home. Even when it began to seep into the blanket below me as it dripped down my thighs, I didn’t shudder or shift.
When the final drop landed on me, Daddy Simon unlatched the gag that had stuffed my mouth since breakfast. It slipped out from my lips and I stretched my jaw, relaxing the muscles and mentally preparing to service them both. I opened my mouth obediently and looked up eagerly. I had hoped to see both men looking satisfied with my initiative but they both still wore frowns of disapproval. Panic set in, they were upset still, they didn’t want me to service them.
“Explain yourself.” Daddy Simon demanded, his hands remaining at his sides. I began to move my arms when I suddenly felt a stinging on my face. I gasped slightly and looked at the hand that struck me. Jeremiah scrunched his nose, realizing he had touched some of the piss that had splashed on my cheek and rubbed the area he was displeased with across my face trying to get it off.
“Use your words pet. You have a lot of explaining to do.” Master Jeremiah added as he brushed his hand off on his jeans.
“I- I-“ I stammered out as I desperately tried to find my words. I wasn’t used to talking much anymore and found it more difficult to do than I had originally expected.
“Out with it. I have dinner to make and Jeremiah has work in the morning, contrary to what your dumb little brain might think, we do not have all night.” His words stung as I felt tears begin to stream down my face.
“I was trying so hard to work today and make you both happy but the new plug made it difficult. I- I- I kept leaking from my cage making a mess and had to clean up the stains so I didn’t ruin the floor.” I kept position but hung my head as I sniffled and waited for their response.
“Are you saying you can’t handle that pathetic plug while you do your duties? Are you saying you can’t handle being our property and obeying our commands? Should we just go back to the way things were, because what I just heard is you don’t want this anymore.” My whole body stiffened as Simon's words tore into me. Each sentence hitting my ears like a punch. I began to cry, tears streaming down my face as the idea of letting this all go and returning to my job added to the flurry of thoughts in my mind.
“Please, Please no Masters. I promise I will do better, I do want this. I want this more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life. What can I do to prove that I want this and I will do better.” The pair looked down at me, Simon was grinning pleased with my groveling and Jeremiah seemed satisfied with my genuine anguish.
“Well to start you will sleep out here tonight. Under this spotlight and soaked in our piss. You will do the same thing tomorrow. For the next two days, that,” Simon pointed at the house, the one I cherished and adored and once called my own, “is no longer a place you are allowed inside of. All of your routines and your expectations will take place outside, including meals and breedings. The only difference will be that all of your daily tasks and chores will be things that need tending to outside.” I quickly nodded my head, sniffling and blinking away tears of relief.
“You are going to be tested though. We are going to be extra harsh these next two days, this will be a test of your commitment to us and you readiness to be our Property. Failing your chores has me concerned that you can’t handle it.” Master Jeremiah bent down and gently brushed my face, I felt something inside me throb. I loved when he was gentle, he contrasted it with his words so well. It kept my brain in a state of confusion as it tried to mesh the gentle touch with the dominating words he used. “We need definitive proof you can handle your new life and if you can’t, that’s it. This is over. You will go back to your job and you will took away every day in a mediocre career that made you want to cry. Your job did say if you changed your mind within two weeks they’d reinstate you no questions asked. We are well within that time frame.”
“No, please, no. I’ll obey. I’ll do better. I'll be the perfect property for my Master and my Daddy. I will show you both how good I can be.” I blabbered out my words, trying to inch closer on my knees to bow before them but the chain attached to my collar held me back. Both men snickered at my desperation. Both put a hand out like they were going to comfort me but both pulled away just as quick. Like they both remembered that I had not earned any gentleness or compassion from them.
“In that case, the first test of your dedication will be very soon. We’ll be right back, Property.” Jeremiah said as the pair began to turn away towards the house. When they were halfway there, he turned back. “You can put your arms down now and adjust your position but once you settle on a new one that is how you will be until you sleep, choose carefully pet.” I nodded appreciatively and tried to find a new way to sit. I tried cross legged but the plug inside me rubbed against every inch of my insides in that position. I tried lying down but the damp blanket beneath me made that slightly uncomfortable. Finally, I just decided to return to my knees. Before I full settled I moved all my muscles around and adjusted until I felt like I could sit comfortably once more.
I finished stretching my arm and just as I put both hands face down in my lap the back door opened and my Master and Daddy returned. Both had changed clothes into their more typical nighttime wear. Daddy Simon liked to wear loose sweats and no shirt, giving me the chance to appreciate all the hard work he put into his chest muscles. Master Jeremiah preferred a more dignified look. He had on his reading glasses and a loose silk button up night shirt and matching short shorts. Each of them was carrying a bowl in their hands. They both approached and placed their bowl gently on the ground next to the blanket. The bowl on the left contained oatmeal that was still warm and steaming with a drizzle of what I thought looked like cream on top. The other was a bowl of water. I looked at them both and waited for permission.
“Well, aren’t you forgetting something?” Simon said sternly. I gulped under his cold gaze and prostrated myself before them.
“Please Master, Please Daddy. May your Property eat this meal you have prepared for it. It will cherish every bite and eat every morsel.”
“Good boy, now sit up.” I obeyed immediately. As soon as I looked up my face was met by Simon spitting right onto the center of my face. I gasped but accepted it with dignity. I felt his spit dripping down my nose and onto my cheek and felt a warmth bloom inside of me. Master Jeremiah then stepped forward. I expected him to do the same but instead he spit right into the oatmeal a couple feet in front of me.
“Thank you Sirs for reminding me of my place. Property like me needs these reminders.” These final words seemed to do the trick and they gave me the nod of approval to begin eating. I leaned forward and began to move my hands to pick up the bowl when a hand roughly grabbed my hair.
“Pets don’t use their hands to eat, they use their mouths.” I placed my hands behind my back and let out a satisfied moan when my hair was released. I dipped back down and messily began to eat from the bowl. It got all over my lips and chin but I was doing my best all things considered. As I ate I heard the familiar ding of a phone beginning to record. I didn’t flinch or stop what I was going but could see Simon out of the corner of my eye crouching down to angle his phones camera right at my face.
“Please join us tomorrow at 5 o clock for a little get together. We decided to have a little dinner in our backyard and you are all invited. I know he looks a bit messy right now but our Property here will be the server and will make sure we are all happy and taken care of.” With that last sentence I stopped what I was doing and looked up nervously. My eyes locked right onto the camera. Simon smirked and continue. “Please RSVP by noon tomorrow. Send your acceptance to me and feel free to send your suggestions for how we should test our Property’s loyalty and dedication to us. We are going to have some party games that should be loads of fun and we are happy to play any that you think would be a good time.” He clicked the stop record button and continued to leer at me. His mocking grin made me feel small and insignificant but also made me want to grovel at his feel and gain his approval.
“What a messy boy you are, Property. You have some of my cum on your face.” I wasn’t sure what he meant for a second but then looked down at the white substance that was covering the oatmeal. I knew the flavor tasted familiar… Jeremiah and Simon both were smiling now, watching me process what I just learned. I glanced up at them and then willed myself back down to the bowl. I ate even more enthusiastically now. I wanted to show them I was a good boy. I wanted them to call me a good boy. I wanted them to see that I could handle any limit they pushed. I was theirs and I wanted to be theirs.
“I want that entire bowl finished, every crumb must be eaten.” I quickly scarfed down the rest before moving on to the bowl of water. I eagerly sucked down the cool liquid. When both were empty I sat up and eagerly awaited their approval.
“Good job, the bowl is clean and empty and you cleaned up the mess on your face. Now it’s time to get you ready for bed. Jeremiah tugged the blanket out from under my knees leaving me on some damp cool grass. As I sat there I watched as Simon pulled out some rope from a bag that was sitting on a chair nearby. He coiled one end around my wrists and then did the same with my ankles. As I sat there he pulled my limbs close together behind my back, leaving me upright and immobilized. I didn’t dare resist as he got me into position. With the final knot I was forced back, my ass settling on top on top of my feet. He rose up and him and my Master both looked me over.
“I think somethings missing.” Daddy Simon lowered his sweats and fished out his cock and balls. I expected him to begin pissing on me again or to cum in my face but he just moved closer until my nose was pressing against the underside of his balls.
“Clean them. Now.” He commanded. I obeyed immediately. I stuck out my tongue and began using it to clean the salty and musky skin in front of me. I slathered at every inch of flesh I could reach. To my right I felt Master Jeremiah crouch down to stroke my cheek
“Tomorrow we are having a dinner party here in the backyard and we have invited all of your friends. None of our friends are invited, it’s all of our Property’s gay friends. People who have known you since college, or at least thought they knew you. They've been enjoying the videos and pictures we send them every day but I think it’s time that they see what their friend is now. We’re going to make you such a mess before they get here so they can see just how lowly you are now.” I moan around Daddy Simon’s balls as my other master whispered in my ear. “You are going to be our obedient piece of property and if you serve everyone well and without fault… if the dinner is absolutely perfect, you will be able to return to the house. You will have proven to us both that you are dedicated to this life. You wouldn’t be able to return back to your old one even if you weren’t, all of your friends wouldn’t be able to see you the same anyway.”
My mind slipped into a blissful trance as I continued my cleaning and my Master continued to gently whisper in my ear. Slowly the movements of my tongue slowed and my eyelids became heavy. I tried to focus for as long as I could but eventually I drifted off to sleep.
