A Journey Into Submission
Voluntary Enslavement

The Cop

By: Dawson Spear
(© 2012 by the author)

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Chapter 11

From Chris Parry's point of view.

When I got my underwear into the pillow case and all of my shorts, I went into the kitchen to find Charles holding up a pair of jeans. It was obvious that he had cut them off, and, no lie, the length from the crotch that would be up against my taint was less than 6 inches. He handed them to me without saying a word. I smiled as bravely as I could and put them on. The only good thing I could say is that at least the hair on my legs extended high enough that it went into the jeans. No underwear. I then put on the tee shirt and a pair of water shoes that could be toed off and on.

We went outside; I opened the passenger side of the truck and started to step in, when Charles said, "Go around to the driver's side and open the door for me. When I get in, reach in and fasten my seat belt and then you may get in the passenger side. So that you don't embarrass yourself when I have parked the car, get out and come open my door for me." Driving along we talked about various things we liked and the world in general. You would never have known that anything existed between us, except when we went outside.

Thankfully no one saw me reach over his lap to unfasten the seatbelt as with the truck being up on its tires my face was directly in his crouch and he could not restrain himself from pushing my head down into his junk and face fucking me a little. What was worse was that it turned me on and I started to chub up as his crotch gave off a strong odor that really set my juices to run

We first went to the thrift store. Charles made me go in and give them the underwear and shorts and to ask them what would be a good time for them to come and get the furniture, additional clothing, bedding and household goods that we had for them. The manager was very pleased when told it was basically a one bedroom unit full of furniture and indicated that they would send a truck about 4 that afternoon. There went all my worldly belongings. Somehow I was not all that upset, but we would see what happened at 4.

We then stopped off at the branch of my bank and went in. The manager saw us, came over to speak and offered to help us. I was nervous because I did not know what to say or how Charles wanted to handle it; therefore I sat silently as he answered all of the manager's questions.

"How can I help you, Chris?"

Charles answered, "Well, we want to close his checking, savings and money market accounts. We have determined that Chris has two checks outstanding totaling $157.68 and we would like for you to give me a bank money order for the balance as well as money orders for the savings and money market accounts."

"Is that correct, Chris?"

"Yes, sir, that is correct."

"Well, ok if you say so, but I hope no one has done anything wrong or upset you in some way."

"No, sir, no one had done anything or upset me."

Charles spoke up at this point, and said, "Chris, go ahead and tell him the rest of the story." He was staring me in the eye and I could tell immediately what he wanted me to say.

I took a deep breath, and looking the manager in the eye said, "Charles, here, is my life partner, and as such he makes all of the decisions in our family. He has decided to close these accounts. When you make out the money orders please make them payable to him alone. I am not allowed to own anything anymore. All that I have now belongs to him."

From Charles Green's point of view.

I was very proud of Chris. He never faulted or looked down or away from the manager's eyes or surprised look. When done he turned to me and smiled. I reached over and took his hand; the poor thing was shaking and I gently squeezed it and stroked his palm.

I looked over to the manager and handed him a copy of the power of attorney that I had down loaded from the internet and asked him if he would please confirm Chris' signature and then notarize it. He did so and kept a copy for his files. I told him that Chris' next paycheck would be auto-deposited into his checking account and that thereafter we would close the account.

The manager said he understood and left to have a clerk draw the money orders. After a short period of time, I looked at Chris whose face was crimson red with shame and embarrassment and his eyes looked like they would well over any minute, smiled and said, "You sit here, sweetheart, and I will be right back."

I walked over to the manager and put my arm on his shoulder. He was a big guy, 6 feet and in pretty good shape. I said to him, "I appreciate your assistance with this business and the manner in which you have handled it. Chris is getting used to my managing things."

He replied, "I guess so. Lots of times brides seem to need some time to become acclimated to having a man in charge. So tell me why are you switching banks? Do you already have a banking relationship in town?"

"I work for a company out of Macon doing stock market research and do it on the computer. As a matter of fact let's go over here a moment and talk." We walked over to where the coffee was kept and I fixed myself a cup and said, "Let me be honest with you. When I was in college I became a drunk and I still attend meetings and have not had a drink in more than 6 years. While drunk I was in a car wreck, killed a guy and served time. I will never get over it and there is no way I can undo the bad that I have done."

"But by the same token I am a damn good analyst and make about seven grand a month plus yearend bonus. Last year my bonus was almost $200,000.00. You look like a good guy, the bank has a good reputation and I would like to do business with you. You don't seem to have any prejudices against Africans or gays and that is about as much as I can ask for."

Ed, the manager, replied, "Thank you. That means a lot to me. I do not profess to understand all of the ramifications of being gay, but my brother is gay and was repudiated by our parents. He and I are close and I have always tried to make up for the wrongs committed by my mom and dad."

"Thanks. Then what I am going to do is to take the checks with me. Here is a copy of my financial statement, with my social security number and drivers license number and I will come in later to open the account. Frankly I don't want Chris knowing where I do banking. As you can tell I am the one with the dick in this situation and he obeys me in all matters."

I went back into Ed's office and told Chris to stand up and get his wallet out. When he had done so I told him to produce the Visa and MasterCard cards that he had. He did so and went to hand them to me, and I said, "No hold on to them for the moment. Put your wallet away and sit back down. When the manager comes back in I want you to hand them to him." I did not tell him what to say and I had not mentioned the matter to Ed.

Ed walked back in, I looked at Chris and he stood up and said to Ed, "Mr. Burns, I have two credit cards issued by the bank; a Visa and a MasterCard." He turned and looked at me and I gave him a smile of encouragement, so he continued, "I would like to cancel them."

Ed played his part perfectly and either was confused or acted confused, and said, "Do you owe any balance on these accounts? Have you been denied use? Is there some problem?"

Again Chris looked over at me as did Ed. I simply looked at Chris and again smiled at him.

From Chris Parry's point of view.

I could have died of embarrassment. It was obvious that Mr. Burns knew I was in a gay relationship with Charles, as was the fact that I was subject to his absolute control. Then he got up and walked out of the room without saying anything and went over and had a conversation with Mr. Burns. I wondered what the two 'guys" had to say to each other and out of the presence of the 'little lady.' It quickly came to me that I was being a bitch and that I better clean up my act or my ass was going to be blistered. But then a strange thing happened; I was perfectly fine with Charles being in control.

So I said, "Mr. Burns, everyone here has always been very kind, helpful and professional. I don't need these cards anymore because my life partner says I don't need them. He has absolute control over me and all of my assets have been or are in the process of being conveyed to him without any limitation. If he says I don't need them then I don't need them."

We left the bank with Mr. Burns watching me open the door for Charles and lean in and fasten his seat belt.

We stopped off a Target and got a plastic mattress pad.

Next we went to the pharmacy where Charles did some shopping and told me to go find the water based lubricants. Find the ones that are flavored and get the flavor that I liked best but not cherry as he did not like cherry. He told me to go ahead and get four or five tubes as I would need them. Needless to say I was ready to die, but thankfully no one could hear him. I went into the store and found the water based lubricants and got four different flavors but got two of strawberry as it was my favorite flavor. Hey even a bottom like me gets some breaks.

I then got some better skin lotion as what Charles had did not have a decent odor and was not all that high quality and what I had I had taken from some motel I had stayed in while on vacation. I then walked around until I found Charles. He had three small cardboard boxes that were collapsed, some 18 inch by 18 inch absorbent pads, some stool softener, flavored douches and a large bulb. The bulb appeared to be about a pint in size. He also had had a prescription filled.

From the pharmacy we stopped by the outlet mall where there was an underwear chain outlet. We both went in and were approached by a young man who was either a high school senior or a freshman in college. He was several years younger that both of us. He asked if he could help us.

Charles said "Yes. We need some underwear."

"Do you know what style you want?"

"Yes. He needs some bikini and if you carry them, a jock strap."

"Well we have several different styles of bikinis and, yes, we carry jocks but not for athletic purposes, but rather dress purposes. We also carry thongs."

"Then let's start with the bikinis. The style I want is for a small pouch in front, no sides and a larger triangular patch in the rear."

"We have those in 3 colors."

"We will have 2 in each color, size 28 waist."

"Yes, sir. But if I may, I believe his waist is a size 30."

"It may be, but we want a size 28 and please show me the jocks and thongs."

After being shown the thongs Charles picked out one in each of 5 colors. The thongs were really nothing more than a strap like a jock except that the waist band was not more than a half inch wide and in front there was a minimum pouch that at the bottom was attached to a string that went up the crack of the wearer's ass and connected to the waist band. Then Charles picked out 3 jocks in different colors. They were just like a regular jock except made of soft material; sort of a dressy jock strap.

The sales clerk said, "You might want to have him try them on as there is a law that prevents the return of underwear."

"That is a good idea. Where is the men's changing room?"

"Over there."

Charles and I went into the changing room. With both of us in the room the curtain would not close all of the way. Charles said "strip bare."

I did so without saying a word. I could see the sales clerk staring through the gap in the material. He could see all of me. Charles handed me a pair of the bikinis and they were obviously one size too small. I barely could get my balls and sack within the material.

Charles ran his hands over me, pulled out the front and put his hand down onto my junk and rearranged me. He said, "Take them off." I did so and figured that he was going to get me the next size up. We walked out and he said we will take them they fit perfectly. In fact they fit like a glove.

As the sales clerk was ringing up the sale he said to Charles, "You know your friend really has an excellent pair of underwear on as you can't see any lines."

"That is because he has no underwear on. I made him give all of his to the thrift store. That is why we are here."

The entire time we were in the store I never said a word.

From Charles Green's point of view.

Chris is giving off a scent that is driving me crazy. While we were in the underwear store I almost lost it in the changing room seeing him naked and without any clothing to suppress his body odor.

Thinking to myself I drove to the adult video store and left Chris in the truck. I had told him that I did not eat fish, but I did eat and liked shell fish. I told him to prepare a grocery list that was centered on shell fish and poultry. He would be allowed to prepare pork and beef once per week. There were to be no carbohydrates except those that came from fiber. No sugar, flour or cornmeal. Lots of vegetables."

I went into the store and bought a cock cage in the smallest size available and cock rings and ball spreaders and returned to the truck.

As soon as I got into the truck I could smell Chris. It was driving me crazy and making me incredibly horny but I knew that I would say nothing to Chris.

We stopped off at a young-males store and went in. I told the clerk I wanted 5 pairs of slacks in different colors that could be peg legged so that they would fit Chris like a glove. I was not sure that he could get them on over a pair of his new under garments. We were told we could pick them up in 3 days.

We went to the grocery store and I waited at the front while he did the shopping. When he went through the checkout line I paid the bill and we took the groceries to the truck.

When we got back to the house, I grabbed the bags of groceries and told Chris "Get the other items, get in the house and immediately strip bare. Don't say a word."

I know that he thought I was mad at him but I was mad for him. It just wasn't anger it was physical need. My nuts ached for him; my cock was leaking pre-cum and had made the front of my pants wet. I put the groceries on the counter, took off my clothing, and ripped open the pharmacy bag, got the first tube of lubricant, opened it and slathered my cock. I turned to Chris and said get down on the floor, spread your legs and lube up your pussy or I will fuck you dry."

To be continued...

Posted: 03/02/12