A Journey Into Submission
Voluntary Enslavement

The Attorney

By: Dawson Spear
(© 2012 by the author)

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Chapter 3
DAY ONE CONTINUED 

"Come, we are going to your children's home."

I was having a hard time controlling my enthusiasm and while I wanted to push William I did not want to scare him or overwhelm him. I handed him a legal pad and pen and said, "Take notes while I drive. I want you to have one of the attorneys in your office to draw a trust. One of those trusts that can't be undone except by the consent of the beneficiaries and the trustee. I am to be the trustee and your children are to be the beneficiaries. Use the standard payouts for income and other distributions. Then have them call me about making changes to my will. Also they are to prepare a power of attorney from you to me giving me full control over all of your assets and your body."

About that time we got to his house and I told William, "Go into your closet and get the suits and shirts that you wear to work. Also the sport clothing that you wear, your socks and shoes."

As he was doing that I went into his dresser drawers and got out 2 pairs of boxers that I liked. All of the remainders I threw on the floor. I could tell he wanted to ask me a question but was hesitant to do so. I said nothing but went into the kitchen and got a trash bag and came back. I put all of the underwear and white tee shirts in the bag except the two pair I liked and several colored Ts. I then asked him, "Are there were any suits that were too big for you?"

"Yes but only one Master."

I asked "How about too small?"

"Yes Sir 5 or 6."

"Put the too big one in the bag with the underwear, but keep the ones that are too small."

We then sorted through the sweaters and other items of clothing putting the ones that were too big or lose on him in the bag and packed up the others, together with his shoes. I told him to strip all of the beds of sheets and to put them on to wash. He looked at me like I had lost my mind.

"Do you not know how to operate the washing machine?"

"No…" and then after a brief pause he added "…Sir."

I smiled at him and he looked sheepishly at me and then at the floor. I showed him how to calculate the load sizes and how to operate the washer, add the powder and the bleach.

"Take your clothing to the car while I sort through the kitchen." He did so looking to see what I was doing with each trip to and fro. I started carrying out things, putting them into the back of my SUV. We had put the back seats down with a sheet to keep his clothing from being wrinkled or dirtied. I have to give him credit; he never objected or asked a question.

It was getting on for ten o'clock so we put the washed clothing in the dryer, locked up the house and returned to William's new home. We carried a load of things we had taken out of the refrigerator but left for morning the clothing and other things. When the food had been put away, and the leftovers put on to warm, I said, "William, go get out of your clothing while I fix myself a drink." I never offered him one, and took it into the living room. My house sat on 25 acres and was surrounded by a fence and thick woods beyond the grass lawn. I kicked off my shoes and sat down on the sofa. I was tired, it had been a long day and I still had a good bit of information to cover with William before sleep.

It was obvious that William was doing something other than taking his clothes off, when he appeared in his bathrobe. "What took you so long?"

"I am sorry but I had to take a leak."

I beckoned him over to the sofa, snapped my fingers and pointed at the floor. There was a shocked look on William's face as he stared into my eyes. I again snapped my fingers and pointed at the floor beside the sofa. In shock over my snapping my fingers and pointing at him, he came over and sank to his knees. You need to listen and pay attention; I have a great deal to explain to you and I am only going to do it once."

He asked, "May I take notes? I want to be sure that I don't forget something."

"No, and you have to have permission to ask a question. You are going to forget things and you are going to get things wrong. And, you are going to be punished for those transgressions. Take off that bathrobe, when in the house and you or we are alone you are to remain totally naked. Before we continue lay down on my lap." Puzzled, William did so and I gave him 5 medium slaps on each cheek. His cock got hard where it was hanging down between my legs. "Now get back on the floor."

"First, you are on a diet. Second you will hit the exercise room every day until you have firmed up and lost your midriff bulge. Third, as I said, you are to remain naked at all times while in the house unless there is a third person present and you have my permission to wear clothes. Understood?"

"Yes Sir."

"It is your responsibility to cook all meals unless I tell you otherwise. No potatoes, sugar, corn, corn products or flour. You are not allowed alcoholic beverages, to include beer and wine unless I serve you. Tonight we are having leftovers that I put on to warm."

"You are the maid and I expect the house to be spotless."

"You did well this afternoon when you saw me put all of your boxers in a bag except for two pairs. Do you know why I have left you with only two pairs of boxers?"

"No Master."

"Because effective immediately you don't wear underwear except when I give you permission and then it will be some special underwear that I get you in Atlanta. The two pairs of boxers are to be kept in the front hall closet for when you open the door. Take the two pairs now and put them in the hall closet with that bathrobe. When answering the door you may put on the bathrobe and boxers." William did so obviously embarrassed for being entirely naked. His cock swung freely as he walked and he put his hand on it to stop the pendulum action.

"Come; let's go eat dinner."

I sat at the table and told him to prepare our plates and he did so. I put my cocktail glass in the sink and poured myself a glass of red wine. He sat with me and I continued his education.

"I know that you are confused and have a hundred questions. Let me talk for a while and you listen. You will find that as I speak sometimes I will use a different tone of voice, speak more slowly and distinctly. As an example, when I told you that you were not allowed alcoholic beverages unless I served them to you. The way I said it, in tone, cadence and volume should have left you with no questions, other than perhaps as to why the rule. The simple answer is because I said so. When we are sitting here having dinner then we are TJ and William; on the sofa this evening it was master and slave. You are going to make some mistakes so don't worry about it; also if you are in doubt then simply ask if we are on 'free time'. If we are then great and if not then wait until we are."

"Any questions so far?"

'No."

"Good. See you did not say sir or master and it was not necessary. Now when you went in to the bedroom to take off your cloths you put on a bathrobe. You were told to get naked and you did not. You will be punished for that when you go to bed."

"Earlier today I called Ruthie, your secretary, and had her clear your schedule for all of next week. We are going to Atlanta for a couple of days. Now when you go to the office you will dress just like you used to do except that you won't be wearing underwear. Now, put the dishes in the dishwasher, clean up the kitchen and meet me in the bedroom."

I fixed myself another vodka and waited for William. We walked together into the bedroom. I told him, "Undress me and put my cloths away or in the hamper as you go along, then come over here for your punishment." He did and I put him over my knee. I slowly started to spank his bottom which turned pink and then red. He was mortified and threw wood which dangled between my legs.

When done we went into the bathroom and I told him to lie down on the floor on his side while I filled the enema bag with warm water and soap. He did and I showed him how to mix it, how hot to make the water and how to administer it. "Much of the bad things that can happen to you are avoidable. Just like this enema. I am going to administer it to you this evening and in the future you will do yourself, but I may well come in and watch you, not because I am checking on you but because it is humiliating to be a forty five year old man who is watched while he cleans himself out, and for that matter having to clean yourself out daily on someone else's order. I would suggest that you do it in the morning and at night, if you don't and there is a problem you will be upset. You see when I fuck you and if I decide not to leave my cock in you then you will clean my cock afterwards, and if there is any shit on it that is going to be your problem; and if when I fuck you I decide to leave my cock in you then you will suck me clean first thing in the morning. The other reason that I want you clean is that I like to eat ass before I fuck it or even while you are sucking me. Now let me say one more thing; don't go cleaning the crack of your ass just because you are sweating or have been sweating. The smell of a man's sweat that comes from around his cock or the crack of his ass is fantastic."

He said, "TJ, you might want to leave as I expel myself."

"Why?"

"The smell."

"You mean the smell of your shit? That is a part of you. It may not be my favorite smell but there is not anything about you or that comes out of you that I don't treasure. Now hurry up and let's get done."

I sat on the side of the bathtub and watched him as he lay back on the floor and filled himself up again. Every time he looked at me I was staring at him and he blushed and diverted his gaze to the floor. Finally he was done with the third expulsion, and I stopped him from wiping himself, saying, "Stand up and bend over, spreading your legs." He did so and I saw that there were drips and drops of water on the back of his legs as well as wetness in his crack. I took some toilet paper and wiped his ass clean.

"Good boy. Now turn the shower on and get the temperature where you like it." I continued, "Now take the wash cloth and soap it up and wash me, front and back, between my toes, then my head. Finally, listen up. The only two things that I let up my ass hole are your finger - that is a single finger your pointer finger and your tongue. The finger you will use now to make sure my chute is clean and your tongue when I give you a treat. Finally shampoo my hair, put conditioner in it and then get me my drink. I will sit on the side of the tub and watch you while you wash yourself."

When he was done I had him dry me with a towel and then my hair. He then was allowed to dry himself. I told him that every time he gave himself an enema he needed to be sure to grease himself up. "Also when you have a bowel movement when … say … you are at the office you need to give yourself a fleet enema." He had a puzzled look on his face as I said, "Look under the left vanity which is your side and you will see several boxes of them. It is a quick easy way to clean you out. You will put several in your car, office and brief case."

I said, "Go get on the bed on your hands and knees." He did so and I took the cherry flavored lube and applied it to his rectum. It was amusing to see him looking back over his shoulder at me to see what I was doing. I had put it on my finger and then put my finger up in him, repeating the process until I was sure he was well greased. When done, I put a small dollop on the same finger and put it to his mouth. "Open up."

His eyes got big but he did so and I told him, "Now suck my finger clean. Any bad taste?"

"No sir. I like cherry flavor."

"What I want to do now is for us to continue an overview of your education. I am going to lie here on my back. I want you to start either at the top of my head or the bottom of one of my feet and I want you to explore every inch of my body. You may touch, rub, suck, kiss, look at or otherwise examine. You need to learn it from top to bottom. When you think that you are done I will turn over and you can do the front side. Then I am going to do it to you."

It took him a little more than half an hour. He sucked between my toes, he inhaled the aroma near my nuts. I asked him, "What are you doing? It feels like you are just sitting there looking."

"TJ, I did not know that you were so hairy from the top of the crack in your ass, down the backs of your thighs to your knees." I put my fingers into the crack of his ass and spread him open. I was amazed; his crack was hairy all the way to the opening and the opening was hard to see because the hair was covering it. I leaned down to smell and parted the hairs to see the hole better. It was then I realized that the hair didn't grow down to and over the hole, but rather the hair was rather long and was curly. The other thing I noticed was that the hair was the same color as that on his head, blond to dark blond. I was amazed because TJ never had any hair on his chest including no hairs around his breasts. At the top of the crack of his ass was a patch of hair that was probably as big around as a soda can. I slurped on his ass crack and slowly sank down to the opening. I stuck my tongue in as far as I could get it and put a suction lock around the hole, nipping on the pleats, blowing on the hair, and licking up all of the smell and taste of my man.

I am not a hairy guy but I do have this patch at the top of the crack of my ass. He played with it, rolling the hairs around in his fingers. It really was very sensual. He used his hands to spread my legs apart and climbed in between them. I told him that the area between the back of your scrotum and your ass hole is your taint. I told him to lick it and suck on it. He spent the better part of 20 minutes eating, licking and sucking on my ass hole and my taint.

I asked TJ to roll over and I sat there and feasted on his body. He asked me, 'Are you perving on my body?"

"Yes. I just realized something that I never knew before right now. Your arm pits, pubic bush and the hair at the top of your crack and on the back side of your body from your ass to your knob is entirely different than the rest of your body. You have a very light beard both in color and in the density of the hair; you have little hair on your arms and legs, and none on your chest, breasts and very little in the way of a treasure trail but you are very hairy from the top of the crack of your ass to your knees, both front and back. Also I find your cock simply amazing. It isn't that long but lord is it thick; I don't think that it is much longer than mine, certainly no more than an inch, but the shaft is several times as thick as mine." I picked it up, skinned the covering back, and leaned down to smell him. I especially liked the fact that he was not clipped and his foreskin was neat. It was because of TJ that when my son was born we did not have him circumcised.

"While you're at that point there are three differences between our cocks: mine is about an inch longer, but is much thicker, but the main difference is that you are circumcised and I am not. That means that you are going to have to clean beneath my foreskin. While my cock is only an inch longer than yours, yours is 6 inches long, about an inch and a quarter across and the same from top to bottom. Therefore your cock is 6 x 1¼ x 1¼ or about 9 3/8 cubic inches. Mine is 7 inches, only 1 inch longer, but is 2½ across and 1¼ from top to bottom. Therefore my cock is 7 x 2½ x 1¼ or 13¼ cubic inches. To put it into perspective, when my cock goes into a pussy it displaces almost 50% more space than yours. When I put it in you the first several times it is going to hurt. It has grown a lot in the last 30 years."

"Yeah and as I recall it hurt then."

"It may have hurt then but that will not be comparable to now. Frankly there is not anything we can do about it except to go slowly, which we will. It is not my intent to injure you, and I won't injure you; however it is going to hurt you, and quite honestly I think it should hurt. After all, you going through one of the two most humiliating, and debasing things a male human can go through - having another male to insert his dick into your rectum - for that, it should hurt; of course the other is to suck the sperm from another males cock. Of course I think that there are others, some of which are going to be imposed upon you but that is a story for another time. Learn anything else?"

He replied, "I now understand why you don't want me to wash off my sweat. When we took a shower I washed all of your musk and funk away. Why didn't you say something while I was washing you? I was afraid to skin you back because you use to say that it hurt."

"You are right, but as I have gotten older the skin has stretched and as you can see, when I am hard it skins partially back on its own. I did not tell you in the shower because I wanted to wait until after the shower. Put your nose in there and you will smell my funk. I want you to suck that funk clean. What do you think it tastes and smells like?"

"Musty, some moldiness, sweat and a fishy smell. It tastes different from anything I have tasted, but not bad; just different. Why didn't I taste it earlier?"

"Because of the lube. Not only does the lube make the cock you are sucking go back and forth easier but it also — due to the flavor — allows a novice to be broken in."

William continued his inspection and when he got to the belly button he asked if he could go into the bathroom and I gave him permission. He came back with a box of Q-Tips and a pair of tweezers. He cleaned my belly button by sucking on it and putting his tongue in it and then a Q-Tip to get the grunge out. I had my hand on his head, slowly stroking him and giving him silent encouragement. When he got to my arm pits he simply stopped. He must have spent 15 minutes on each pit, slurping, sucking, licking and smelling until I was wet.

He paused at my tits to suckle on them and then moved on up to my face. He got a tissue and cleaned several black heads, cleaned my ears and checked my scalp. At his request I rolled back over and he started at the top of my neck and hair line working his way down to my shoulders checking for blemishes and cleaning them up as he went along.

He then continued on my legs to my feet. He sat up and said, "Master, thank you for letting me do that."

I looked at him for a moment, replied, "Why did you call me Master then? We have been having a conversation between two life partners? I am not mad and you did no wrong; I am just curious."

"I added the word Master because, frankly, I was overwhelmed by your body. I am so glad that I am a slave to you and your body."

I then repeated the process on his body. I made more comments as I went along, commenting on the fact that he needed to hit the gym and to diet. I started at the top of his head and when I got to his face, I told him to keep his eyes open other than to blink and to hold my gaze. I then kissed him with an open mouth. I was laying between his legs, my cock on his, my chest bruising nipple to nipple, my hands behind his head. I broke for a moment and leaned my head down so that I could tongue his ear and bite on this ear lobe.

While I was waiting during the day for William to think through his decision to voluntarily enslave himself to me I did some on line research. The thought came to me the day before when I had again made him submit, spread his legs and I had gotten my hands on his sack that if he were my slave and I could do what I wanted to him, was there a way to stretch his sack? There was nothing wrong about the size of his nuts, the quantity of the sperm they produced or the flavor and consistency of his juice. I simply wanted the presentation of his genitals to be more pronounced and stated. To carry that out I decided to do some on line research. I was surprised as to what I found.

I got on to my knees, still between his legs and sat back on my heels. I looked down at his cock and balls. His cock was hard with the head up by his belly button and from my perspective, out of my way. I wanted access to his nuts. One of the constants in my life since age 13 was that time in middle school when we came home during the heat of the day and wrestled. I have never gotten over or forgotten any detail of my getting him to concede. I really like to refer to it as having submitted to me, and as evidence of that submission to have to spread his legs, put his hands behind his head, to make his testicles defenseless, open and exposed to torment and torture. The fact that he had to affirmatively spread his legs and lift his belly up so that my hands gained this access simply heaped insult to what was about to be injury.

I realized early on that having his nuts mauled and having to beg for me not to hurt him was a sensual trip for him as well. It seemed that both of us were tied to his balls. That being the case I was always surprised at the difference in the two of us when it came to our scrotum and its contents. While our dicks were about the same length I was admittedly much thicker, but when warm my sack hung down at least as far as my cock did when soft; William's weren't the same way. The actual size of his nuts was bigger than mine but they were always up close to his body.

I was afraid he would simply lie there unless told he could participate, but those worries were unfounded. Without prompting he spread his legs, opening his ass to me, and lifted his legs to wrap around me. His arms tried to pull me closer. He moaned, "Please, please."

I kneed William's nuts. His face was shocked; he sucked in a breath and lay there frozen. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"What Master? What did I do?"

"Why did you try and wrap your legs around me and say, 'Please, Please'?"

"I want you to fuck me."

"That is exactly what I am talking about. This is not about what William wants or even for that matter what William needs. You no longer exist. What you want doesn't matter. You don't speak unless given permission and you don't have wants and needs unless determined by me."

"Yes Master."

I continued down making him hold open his legs until I got to his dick. It was hard, leaking and keeping time with his heartbeat. I sucked it in, swallowing it into my throat. I had his balls in my hand and when I felt them draw up I pulled him back into my mouth and waited for his sperm. He shot a large load, sweet and creamy. I held it in my mouth, and then pulled his face to mine and shared it with him in an open mouth kiss. "Tastes good doesn't it?"

I turned him over and ate his ass out. I put my thumbs into his hole and opened his chute so that I could see down into his inner core. I licked it; I sucked on it; and I fingered it. I then reached into the bedside table and opened a box of dildos. There were 5 different thicknesses in each of 3 lengths, short, medium and long. I selected the medium length and smallest in diameter, greased it and drove it home.

I rolled over and told him to take me in his mouth and to suck me dry. When I shoot off in your mouth, hold it; don't swallow it. Do not try and deep throat me tonight. I promise you that you can practice some more tomorrow."

He went up and down on my cock, never once letting his teeth scrape me. I know the load that I shot was huge. We kissed and licked each other clean. I turned the lights out and asked him, "Do you like to sleep on your stomach or your back?"

"Some of both I suppose."

"Well lie down on your back. Put your legs together as tight as possible. I put my cock between his thighs, my legs on the outside of his and my arms under his arm pits and pulled him to me. We were kissing and making out when William was started moaning. "Am I hurting you?"

"Yes. I hurt. I want you inside me not between my legs. I need you; I ach for you. Please put it in me and fuck me."

"Stop that. This is twice now I have told you. You don't have needs. I am the only thing that you need. Now get up here and lie across my lap you have 50 slaps coming on the cheeks of your ass."

As I started administering the spanking I continued, "I am not going to do that. I would hurt you, tear something and ruin it. Just trust me to take our time and let this be very special after I train you. Now you need to know that the next time it will not be my hand I use to spank you but my leather belt."

"Yes Master."

We lay there belly to belly, my cock in his warm sleeve. By way of the moon light I could see his eyes, and I kissed him, saying, "William I love you; you belong to me now and I am never letting you go."

We slept and regretfully at some point in the night, my cock slipped out of him.

To be continued...

Posted: 03/30/12