Adeel, my hairy neighbor who put me in my place like the sub I am, is tense from his recent breakup. He hates me because I make him question his sexuality in some way, but he keeps me around because I'm useful to relieve his tension.
Adeel is moving out of his parents' house, and I offered him the role of master in my apartment, which he accepted. I love how Adeel always protects me from other predatory men who bully me for my looks and the way I walk.
"Can I massage your head, Master?" I ask with a sigh of love.
"Yes," he replies. "I'm so tired from today's overtime."
I massage my master's arms and hair so well. I work from home for a digital store, but Adeel is about to become a car mechanic soon. His knuckles are getting bigger, and his touch is becoming tougher as he spanks me every Friday night.
Adeel explores more about how to train his sub, but he hasn't yet taken my complete ownership.
"Hey Kim boy, your apartment is really comfortable, even better than my mom's house," Adeel remarks.
"Yes, do you really like it?" I reply eagerly.
"Yeah, the bed is really good, and I like the proper air conditioning, high-quality cushions, and the morning breakfast here," Adeel says.
"It's my pleasure to serve my master," I respond.
Adeel pushes my hands away from his head and inspects the guest room of my house.
"I'm sure you're pretty comfortable here," he says.
Then he grabs me hard by the chin. "Don't you have a fear that I'm taking over your nub, your money, and your house?"
I reply with confidence, "It's an honor to serve a master who puts me in my place and gives me the opportunity to serve."
Adeel's smile turns into a grin, and I can see his straight white teeth and messy sweaty hair from his shift.
I'm sitting on the edge of the guest room bed, looking toward him. My nub loses control every time the words of dominance come from the young masculine energy.
He sits equal to me on my bed and pats my hair. "I'm thinking really about claiming you as my property."
My happiness peaks, more than when I was selected for the guest Harvard program.
Adeel continues, "I discussed with other doms at work who told me the importance of ownership for sub boys."
"We can set up a ceremony," I suggest to my master.
"Hm. But it's going to be challenging as I'm going to train you as my property."
Master leaves the room with a strong man's walk. "I'm going outside to meet my fellow straight friends. Make my dinner ready and lube up your ass as I come for tonight's session."
"Okay, Master."
My thoughts run crazy. "What is this young guy going to do with me? What if he sends me or shares me with other men? What if he uses me as a wallet and never touches me or just humiliates me in front of my friends?"
I feel really mixed, but I still feel the need to submit as I see my butt that has grown with Master's hard slaps and my tiny shrimp that erects less since the Master moved into my house.
Food is ready. The whole kitchen fills with the delicious smell of pasta. I massage my body, especially my waxed cheeks and tiny pink hole, in my big size sweater and a black jockstrap.
Tuck, tuck. The door knocks for the third time. I rush toward the door, rug on all fours, and my Master comes in.
I kiss his dirty shoes with no care of mud.
Adeel says, "It's so stormy and snowy outside, boy. Don't go outside without my permission."
"Yes, Master," I reply, my heartbeat rising with love every time Master takes care of me.
"Bring the food, boy, hurry," Master yells like a man, and I bring him his food.
I serve the pasta to Master while Master puts his finger in my lubed-up hole.
"Well, your hole is still tight. I want to make it a pussy."
He puts all fingers in and starts pressing my prostate. I remain in shock and add beer to his glass.
Master is eating like a bull, and his fingers rotate around in my ass. The leak from my nub messes with the jockstrap.
After eating, he grabs the beer glass and spreads his legs in a relaxed manner.
"Sit, boy, lick my fingers."
I can taste the thick, greasy fingers of my Master in my mouth. He's enjoying his beer.
"Tonight is going to be a special night for you, boy. I'm going to claim you as my personal property next Friday, but you have to follow my conditioning first."
He removes his hand from my mouth.
I reply, "What kind of conditioning?"
"You'll know at the right time."
Master shove me through my hair in his master bedroom.
"Head down, ass up like a slut of Adeel. Say my name. Say thank you, boy."
"Thank you, Master Adeel."
My head is pressed in my own bed that is in my own room that is no longer mine. My Master is the owner of this room, house, my body, and my soul. The sound of leather slapping and a hit on my left cheek. Harder next on both cheeks.
The masculine feet in socks behind me take a few steps, and a strong hit pushes out a whimper from my dry throat.
A deep silence for a few minutes in the dark room with the strong sound of snowstorms. A punch comes to hit my two shriveled useless balls. The smoothness of the balls spreads the pain from my balls down to my burning ass.
"Aae!" I yell deep with my nonbinary voice.
Adam leaves the room suddenly. He's probably ordering something or forgot something in his car.
He comes inside with a metallic paddle in one hand and a plug in another. His abs look visible, and I see the shiny sweat on his hairy chest and arms.
Fear fills me up, and I start shaking.
He comes close to me, spits on my forehead, and bites my lower lip.
"Look, boy, I made this for you in my workshop."
"Thanks," my eyes fill with gratitude for my Master.
He sits with his legs spread on his bed and slaps his thigh with a twisted side-eye. The bulge is visible with denim jeans.
I lay on my back on his big right leg, seeing the shadow of his massive shoulders.
He starts slapping my white cake. Left, right, left, right, and both.
I feel a cold metal against my swollen cheeks. This hit of the metal paddle marks my ass like cattle. I try to resist and rotate my ass.
"Stop, boy," Master says with anger.
Then, slap hard. I yell after the 3rd hit, and my ass feels sharp needles around it.
Master removes his socks from his left foot and put it inside my mouth. Sweet, smelly taste, and my face turns red with my eyes dropping water with agony.
Master notices my tears and stops for a while.
"Stand up straight."
"Yes, Master."
Master Adeel presses my balls with his palm so hard I thought my balls would fall away. My nub leaks a long line.
Adeel puts my precum in his thumb and puts it on my lips.
"Now stand like a table, raise your hands up and face towards the wall," Master Adeel ordered.
I feel the cold air of the snowstorm on my left ass cheek through the crack in the window.
Master enjoys his favorite show while relaxing, and I stand naked with red ass cheeks on the cold corner of the window.
Suddenly, Master Adeel's iPhone rings, and a bang on the front door.
"Oh my God, who is coming at this time?" I wonder. "Is it not my ex-girlfriend come?"
Master says, "Stay there exactly, don't move. Otherwise, I'm going to beat your nub the whole night."
I stay there intact. My shame rises from my ass burn, and I want to wear my loose jersey to look at least sane.
I look behind, wear my jersey, and stand again in my position.
Suddenly, multiple footsteps come inside. I am ashamed and disobeyed.
"Here is my sub," a strange heavy voice comes. "Good."
The mature masculine voice leaves the room, and Master slaps me on my nape.
"Why did you wear the jersey?" he asks.
"Sorry," I apologize.
He ordered in anger and hurry, "Come downstairs bare naked. My boss and I are waiting for you downstairs. Bring us champagne with 2 glasses."
A 6ft Irish man in his 30s sits, legs spread, claiming the whole double sofa. Adeel takes his guidance as a son. I stand all nude aside from the table. Both men enjoy drinking and discussing engineering topics while I stay there like a decoration, eager to get their attention.
My previous experience with an older alpha is dangerous and horrible. He beats me more and uses me less. But I expect Adeel to use me and put me in my place. Just torture makes faggots prisoners.
Adeel introduces me to his Boss: "Mr. Roger, but my sub boy leaks a lot."
This is my first introduction to a stranger as a sub boy. I feel ashamed and hopeful. I can sense the bull power of Mr. Roger's tough hands and grease under his nails.
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