The Red Barn (II)
The drive from the Red Barn to their destination took about 40 minutes, and they were in the plush interior being conveyed and in the rear part of a limousine. Before putting his slave in the car, he had let his slave shower and get into nice fresh clothes. When they were about to load into the limo in the back pickup area, the bigger and handcuffed jock was stopped. His handcuffs were unlocked from being in front of him. Then he had been told to remove his shirt and was handcuffed again, this time behind his back after removing his shirt and tee shirt. The driver took off as soon as they were stowed away in the car. It promptly sped off into the night towards their destination.
Skip Sharpe did not waste a second of it, as soon as they were relatively steady, he slid across the seat to he was sitting next to his new toy, William Conrad. He just had a sort of grin on his face as he slowly reached around him and engaged his safety belt. Handcuffed and belted in he was quite secure and not going anyplace anytime soon. When they had gotten into the back of the limo, the bound slave had noticed the driver had handed another large, cloth type carrying bag to his new owner; he had it sitting at their feet on the floorboard.
Skip, reached down into the bag and pulled out one of those adjustable type of ball-gags and began to work with it. In a moment he reached over his slave’s head and slid it into place.
He ordered his slave, “Open your mouth wide and don’t relax it till I say you can.”
William, still somewhat shell-shocked about the whole situation just obeyed the command and was soon wide-open. His master had a look on his face like he might just cream at any moment. He was really enjoying it as he slid the plastic ball into the slave’s mouth and steadily pushed it into place. Then he reached on the side of the thing and adjusted it and now it pulled nice and snugly in William’s captive mouth.
His master was getting another item and said, “Relax your jaw muscles now, and just let your teeth rest easily on the rubber ball. I am sure you know the drill.”
William could not say anything, but his eyes looked over at the back of his new owner’s neck. He had to admit he had not seen this one coming. Who would? He let his eyes roam around the interior of the rear of the limo and it was like someone had surprised them, at a stoplight, jerked the door open and thrown a live opulence grenade inside, slammed the door and ran away. Unfortunately, it did not appear as if the inside of the limo had quite escaped. Everything was either frilly in some way or held totally together by expensive looking black leather. In his mind, these two decorative themes clashed like that thing about the irresistible force meeting the immovable object. He was brought out of his reverie, as his master, wrapped his lips around his left nipple and began to run his right hand up and down, William’s nicely muscled chest and abdominal regions.
He licked across his chest to the other nipple and the sensation it was causing his slave was like a temporary sensory overload. It felt so good, as to not only how stimulating this could be, but at how good the Devil as carmate, his master, was at doing it. Who had now taken his hand and had flattened it out and was sliding it down between the band of William’s backup clothing, a jogging suit’s band then down to where his underwear was. He then deftly slid it beneath that band. By the time it got there it had reached his slaves cock’s possible potential. He was quite hard, then the master began to slowly play with his new toy.
He said, “You know slave, I can’t decide now which is making my cock feel like possibly now more power in it than Zeus’s Thunderbolt. It could be that you have agreed to let me do anything I want to at any time to you. Then there is now also the fact, that even if you had objections, it is unfortunate, but I can’t exactly read minds. You have such a very nice body, and I am going to use every part of it because I can do so, to make myself feel good.”
It was dim lighting in the back of the limo, there was a light under the minibar that was in the center in front the seats. It would not have mattered, William would not have seen the huge grin break out onto his master’s face, as the hand slid down further and wrapped itself around Williams big ball sack. He began to make the grip tighter, but slowly at first, but he kept on steadily increasing it. He was strong for his size.
The helpless William felt as the pain slowly jolted his whole body as he was simultaneously hit with an almost similar bolt of pleasure. If his master had just squeezed them hard for a very short time and then withdrew, pain would rule the day. By gently squeezing and slowly increasing the pressure, all the crazy processes in the body, that counter’s pain and built into everyone. When someone is hit with something painful, if you were studying this area of school, you would swear the body did ten-quadrillion things; in a rapid succession to provide its defenses. The big one for us, would be that one gets a huge release of naturally made endorphins. This raises the pain threshold and would induce certain pleasure centers in the brain. One of the slave’s professors had explained, they were not exactly sure of all the mechanisms behind it yet, but the body seemed to respond to pain on a sort of good versus bad principle. Something is causing your body to feel bad from pain so the body, dampened that down and responded with its opposite number. So, this act was providing the bound William, pleasure, pain, and about everything on the spectrum in between.
Skip got to a certain level with the pressure and held it. There was a joke amongst the workers of the Red Barn, the things they did were referred to as, ‘the dark arts.’ Skip Sharpe knew these ways, as he had experienced most both ways. His whole philosophy was quite different from many other masters, total tops, 24/7 masters. Some seemed to think they would destroy their slaves by massive bombardments such as taking one of those, whatever-they-are-called, dragon toys and such, and once they had been obliterated, all that would remain would be the properties of a perfect slave. He had nothing against it, if that was your thing, send in the dragons.
He finally let the pressure up on his slave’s balls and moved his hand but up to his dick and began to just play and familiarize himself with it. When one gains a new possession, especially those one has wanted badly, do they not want to explore it? His plans were to over the next year make the hot owner of this nice cock he was playing around with, into the perfect slave for him. There was irony here, if William Conrad had not dismissed him so flippantly, this might not even be happening. He had made Skip feel so badly during that time, many do not take rejection well. Now as he sat here beside him helpless, all part of his master’s mind could think of when the day would come when he would beg him to do whatever he liked to him and mean it.
He would have to be broken down a little for this to happen and the new master had no reservations whatsoever in dishing them out, in spades. Skip was into a great many different things and had a list of things he had yet to try with someone. Well, he currently had his, “someone”, completely immobilized and gagged, while he continued to rub around on his dick and balls. Skip had held several dicks of varying sizes in every dimension. The smooth skin of his slave’s cock was almost perfect and warm, and if you squeezed it a bit you could feel his heartbeat through it. He sure was glad that this option had come with this model, and again all his. He was hot again, and drunk on power and lust, he had laid his head on his slave’s chest, and he smelled like the cheap antiseptic soap they had in the shower room at the Red Barn.
The gagged slave moaned a bit for the first time which prompted Skip to withdraw the hand to stop the stimulation and withdrew it out of his pants and sat up. William watched himself pour himself a small scotch and he downed it in one drink. He was holding the glass in his right hand and as he raised it, his pinky jutted out. William was helpless but could still think and he did, ‘Goddamnit! I knew it!’ This was only half formed as he was still drunk from the endorphin rush and his master working his cock with his hand.
His master sort of surprised him when he said, “We will be home soon, we have a great deal to do tonight. I must get you all good and ready for tomorrow night.”
He paused as if he were waiting for an answer, then realized his slave couldn’t. “Oh, sorry.”
He reached over and removed the ball gag and its harness loose and tossed it into his bag.
William worked his jaw a second and said, “Thank you for removing the gag master. If I may be direct, you are just downright wicked with those hands of yours. Thank you for that too, sir. May I ask what is happening tomorrow night?”
As his master answered, he noticed the car had turned and seemed to be going up a very long private drive that had passed a gatehouse.
Skip sounded excited, “Well in lieu of having now attained you, I am having a few friends over to show you off. You will not get too many compliments from me, as I really must always pretty much keep telling you how bad you are. You in turn work to do better, until I finally have you pushed to that edge, I want you. As slave material goes, if you compared it to say, an NCAA college football coach getting a recruit. You are one of those top 100 players that they will either lie, cheat, steal, though there has never been a case of it reported, possibly murder to get their hands on. I want a few of my friends see you really shine for them, so as they go home, they realize what will be waiting for them there; to put it delicately will not be you.”
The car started to pull into a large multi-vehicle garage on the side of the gigantic house. It was very impressive looking.
An hour later; William was in the shallow part of a large bathtub that his master had run for him and put some stuff in it to make a bubble bath. Several things had happened; He had been escorted through the enormous house, which was ornately decorated. They had passed through several rooms, one kitchen and reached a door that led to a big basement that looked like if; This was like the fucking Batcave full of all kinds of equipment and tools used for BDSM and general sex toys. This huge hot tub he was in one corner. There was approximately two room worth of area that seemed to have been made into a jail cell. There were hooks and rings all over the place for the use of various bondage techniques. There were boxes and equipment all over the place with goodness knows what in them.
When they had got down there, he had the handcuffs removed and all his stuff taken but just him and his bare skin. His master had appeared with what looked like a shaving kit and put down a plastic mat. He had come over to the slave and cuffed his hands behind his back and walked him over to the mat. He set to work removing all of William’s pubic hair. As he carefully shaved it off, he talked.
Skip said, “The debate has raged on for years about this. Some argued for smooth vs those who thought them insane for thinking so, and vice versa. This master preferers smooth in certain areas. If it is your lawn, you can sure as fuck mow the grass, and your hair peeling off your body now is essentially that to me. Don’t ever make the mistake to assume that I am going to give one shit about any wants or needs you will ever have. I am out to make you feel good too, I just want to become the only source of that.”
The slave stood there and watched as his hair was peeled away, first by an electric razor and then a high-quality handheld razor. He had never had a master say anything quite like to him before. Oh, he had heard all the classics; “I don’t really care how this feels to you, all that matters is that it feels good to me.” That one was popular then there was the, never goes out of style, “I like it when you choke on my cock bitch.” The final one came to mind was to William to most guys that were into this rougher stuff and were aggressive; They must have had the impression the command, “Open that mouth wide bitch and relax your throat.” Worked much like the term Open sesame. By the way, if you are having to open that wide, relaxing is not the instinct that comes to mind.
His master put all the used things in a towel and set them on a table where he would not forget them.
He stood up, “All finished.”
Reality hit the handcuffed William as he looked down and it was quite different. Before he had been sporting a bushy patch of pubic hair as most men his age did. That was now gone and as smooth as could be.
His master reached and got him by the shoulder, and they moved away from the matt with all the hair.
He said, “Drop to your knees and suck me off.” The look on his face has an English word for it, it was called snide, packed with a whole lot of wanting and lust.
“Yes, master.”
As William got down and took his master’s hard cock, which was dripping with precum a bit into his mouth. He thought, ‘Damn I forgot that one.’ The weirdness of this situation and how quickly things had moved had really disoriented him a little bit. The way this arrogant little dude was treating him, was hitting a place in him, that to people like him would understand. It was a different kind of endorphin to him. It was like a piano key inside of him and someone who was a skillful player had struck it.
He had managed to get that big thick dick of his all the way till he could not go any further. His master reached down and grabbed the back of his head and held it all the way in for a minute or so. Then took his hands free and let his slave go to work, and he was now showing why he would have been one of those top 100 players. It was not that he tried to go at incredible speeds, or that he could take it all with minimal gagging, the practiced use of his tongue. It was sort of a collective effect of all of them combined.
All through the universe, there are all kinds of waves running constantly in every which direction, colliding, generating attenuation, sparking explosions of giant magnetic fields. Now a wave of pleasure was running all throughout Skip’s nervous system. The primary source was that his new property was so good at this when he got started it was hard to concentrate and give him the bitch treatment he deserved.
He pushed through and managed anyway, “I must say that I am disappointed, from everything I had heard about you. I kind of just thought you would just be able to look at my cock and shoot some kind of orgasm rays at it and I would instantly shoot. I would say you are average if not a bit below at best, but we will get you there.” That had to be one of the bigger of the lies he had told anyone in a bit. This slave could take his mouth and somehow, that he was sure science would not fully understand yet; take his mouth and had created a zone of, for lack of better things that came to him, a zone of pleasure. Right now, it was focused on his cock, and he would not be able to take all this too much longer.
The slave was going at it and not holding much back, some things you saved for special times. A good magician never reveals he best tricks. He had fallen into a good rhythm which he could hold most of the night if he had to. He was enjoying this much more than he would have thought. Skip’s kind of; you are just a piece of property I own and use as I will, was not uncommon in this world. It was common, and one that did as he did run across it often. What was uncommon was, and he momentarily considered the giant basement they were in. As soon as his master had the means he had prepared for him, William in a big way. That played on that part of his brain again that people like him seemed to have and it was hot.
He continued to suck master’s thick cock and had that tongue busy, these thick ones like Skip’s had weaknesses, which once you find those nerve clusters. He was basically using is mouth and tongue inside it to map out and probe it for the spots that master Skip would be oh, so very glad when he did.
“I am getting ready to cum, I want it drained and don’t stop until I tell you.”
The slave kept right on pace and finally Skip reached down and got the back of his head once more and pulled him all the way in.
He moaned, “Oh, fucking, oh, fuck yes! Swallow that bitch.” Skip’s knees were trembling and if he was any good at all at reading expressions on faces. As he looked down at his slave who had a satisfied look on his face.
This is how the slave now found himself still handcuffed with his hands behind his back was in the whirlpool like bathtub that was all bubbly. Skip had even thrown a couple of those yellow rubber duckies in. The slave had thought when he saw this, ‘Well, okay.’
The master got in and sat down positioned right next to him and he had a basket full of stuff. He put a thin pair of swimming goggles on his slave and made sure they were sealed good.
“Want to make sure when I wash your hair, we don’t get any in your eyes. We are going to have to hurry, my friend Cheryl will be here in twenty minutes, and he will be restyling your hair.
Slave William knew he would have to endure this, but there are some things that are intrinsic to the universe. It didn’t matter if you understood it, disagreed with it, tried to bait, and switch it with something else; In the end it is still there as first stated. Best example is that everyone knows of the concept known as the speed of light with we have proven to be roughly 186,686 miles X (The speed of light Per/second) squared. It is just an unbreakable barrier it like these are known as universal constants.
The one his master was going to violate, that, in general if you are still young enough to have it. Unless you are intimate with someone, keep your damn hands out of a gay man’s hair. That’s what they have stylists for. Many laws have exceptions and here there are two; 1) If you are sucking or being fucked in the mouth grabbing the hair, to control the rhythm or display dominance, is in bounds for many subs. 2) The other would be during some rough sex, your master has you in doggie style giving you a good pounding. Grabbing someone’s hair and using it for a bit of leverage during the strokes, he had not overheard too many people at the Red Barn complain about that one either. That one was more a show of dominance, otherwise they would rip your hair out.
He was jolted back to reality as his master took a hose that had warm water and was extendable and used it to liberally wet his hair down. In a moment there was a very strong odor and it smelled like something when you walked close to the makeup-counters at a mall.
He waited patiently for his chance to say something. It was not an unpleasant odor, it had a hint of watermelon about it, but there was a perfumery quality to it as well.
Master Skip said, “I really like this product, it is going to make that nice hair of yours a bit softer.”
Slave William asked, “If I may? Is that women’s shampoo master?”
“Yes, it is and a very expensive one at that, it has been said by many to be the best. Many of your hygiene products but the basics will be female brands. I like to play around that kind of stuff sometimes. Well, you will see.”
Here William had a right to speak. “Master, I am not sure if you are aware but my contract, of me which you have leased for one year. On that contract as I was brought in, and we are expressly asked if there are some things that we will just not do. If it is something to be found acceptable, and I am afraid one of mine is I am not into the whole fuck a dude and imagine it is a woman scene. I love to be fucked; I am even looking forward when you do me that way. I am a man and not a woman. You could no sooner order me to be an apple instead of an orange. Not trying to disobedient, if there is failure here then I will accept the blame for its sir.”
The master patiently said as he continued to wash, “You sounded like you were making an impassioned closing argument with that speech in front of a jury on TV. What you just said is hyperbole, and in no way breaches the contract. These products; shampoos, skin creams, deodorant…etc.…. etc. They are not going to somehow, what’s that biology word? Oh, osmotically pass into your skin and alter the fundamental XX, XY, status. I read that contract twenty-times, so I know what to do or not to. I like the smells and the smoother skin it will give you, but you will still be every bit as much a bigger than me, hulking guy the entire time. It is just simply to submit and please me with it. I suggest you just shut the fuck up and submit to the products bitch!”
Finally, “Yes, master you are correct.”
Skip had just gotten his slave cleaned and creamed and oiled up, just in time as his friend the stylist showed up.
He got his slave dried off and dressed in a bathrobe for, Cheryl, who could accomplish almost magical things with anyone’s hair. He watched as she worked, and she was meticulous in everything that she was doing.
Sitting and watching, Skip had an aching boner, and his slave would deal with that after the hair thing. No, those women’s products would not harm him physically in any way. For a time, it would be an almost constant reminder to him, his place. So, it was more psychological than physical, it would mean nothing in the long run, useful for training, who knows maybe he would grow to like some of those products? Every application of a women’s brand, soap, shampoo, on down the list; in a non-brain damaging or traumatic way, that armor would begin to crack. As Chip had prepared to attain William, he had paid a man with a psychology degree that was a profiler type of guy which to look all his stuff on William over. They had met at the Red Barn, and the guy had given him the pressure points. It was going to be a long night.