Property

My neighbour lives with his wife and two daughters. He is a few years younger than me. Our discussions started as friendly chats. After he got to know me, he’d pop round for a beer when his wife was out of the house. We’d watch footy together and he had no inhibitions about me being gay.

I can’t even remember now how it changed. My life is so different now. His wife thinks we are best friends. The reality is very different.

I earn a decent wage. But I don’t have access to it now. Every month it’s deposited in his account. He decides what I eat, wear and the limited other resources I receive. The rest of my salary - the vast majority - goes to him. I have a few work shirts, a pair of work trousers, cheap shoes and socks. I have no other clothes, no underwear.

My cock has been locked away for four years. It’s his property and he prefers me to live cockless. To accept it doesn’t exist.

Whenever he comes around he expects I will be stark naked and wearing my thick dog collar. I live naked as I have no control on when he will visit. I live waiting for the key in the lock, and I am expected to be kneeling as he enters.

My house is bare. I have no furniture. I have no TV or luxuries. My former bedroom is locked by padlock. He has the key. It is kitted out with sofa, large screen TV, games console, beer fridge. But not for my use. His man cave.The remainder of the house is bare. Cold. Empty. I live on the floor, alone in the dark. Waiting to be used.

I eat what he decrees. Basic, bland, cheap, repetitive.I drink water. And his piss.Minimum cost, the life of an owned object.He tells me it’s what I deserve. To have the honour of being his slave.I agree.

I am expected to keep my body shaved. Stubbled hair but smooth all over. Sometimes as I sit in the middle of the bare room, hunched on the floor with my locked cock, I think why I live like this. But it’s what I am. What I deserve.

He doesn’t treat me as a friend now. I am his slave.When he enters I kiss his shoes. I wait on all fours until he is settled in his man cave. Then he shouts me to enter.

Usually I spend some time as his footstool as he relaxes in front of the TV. Silent and serving him as an object. I usually worship his bare feet at length. He likes to feel my tongue between his toes.
Casually he will unzip his fly. I am expected to carefully take out his cock, envelop it in my mouth and gulp down his piss in full. Lick clean his cock and carefully return it. He stays dressed most of the time. He’s a free man with dignity.

His favourite pastime though is sitting on his armchair. Silently, I crawl under him face up and place my face in the hole under his seat. As he relaxes and plays games on his console, or chats with his friends on his mobile, I keep the pace and rhythm going for hour after hour. Licking and tonguing his hole and crack as his feet rest on my blue balls. When he finally cums it’s down my throat or over my face. And I eat it down humbly.

I am his bitch slave. And we both know I need it. This is my life.