by M J Spence
He got himself under control as much as possible and went back to join his friends.
“You ok Owen? You look pale.” Ben asked.
“It’s cause he saw his boy with Robert” said Liam. “You’re going to lose him to that dick, Owen. If you haven’t already. Why are you doing this?”
Alex looked to Liam “May I speak Sir?”
“Go ahead Alex. You can’t get yourself into any more trouble than you’re already in.”
“Chris and I were both only seeing who would be interested in us Sir. I didn’t think that you wanted me any more after I left and Christopher didn’t think that Owen wanted him so as far as we were concerned we were back to square one. We want to submit to someone badly but neither one of us has much experience so we did the only thing that we knew to do and came here. Unfortunately Robert sat down with us as soon as we got here but neither one of us was interested in him. You came and got me but that left Christopher with Robert. Sir Owen didn’t come for him.”
He turned to Owen. “I don’t think that he left with Sir Robert though. That’s not what he wanted. He wants you Sir but if you didn’t want him then he wanted to find someone else. Not Sir Robert though. I know he wasn’t interested in Sir Robert. He might have left with him as a last resort but I doubt it very much.”
“Thank you Alex.” Owen said before got up to say goodbye to his friends saying he was tired and was going to make it an early night.
***
As soon as he got to his car he took out his phone and called Christopher. Chris answered right away sounding distressed.
“Where are you boy. I’m coming to get you.”
“I’m at home Sir.”
Relief washed over Owen. “Pack a bag. I’ll be there soon.”
He parked the car in front of the boys house got out and walked around it intending to go to the door but as soon as he reached the other side of the car the boy exploded out of the door and ran full speed into him jumping into his arms and wrapping his legs around Owens waist. So there he stood holding a grown man in his arms. Owen had missed the closeness of the boy. The scent of him and the warmth of his body in his arms was intoxicating.
“I want you boy.” He said. “Don’t ever think that I don’t. I just had some things to straighten out in my head.”
He thought the boy would explode with happiness. He let him down so he could get his bag and went back around the car to get into the drivers seat shaking his head at the boys over the top excitement.
When they reached the penthouse the boy couldn’t contain himself. “Is there anything I can get you Sir. Is there anything I can do?”
Owen chuckled at the boys enthusiasm. “No it’s late Christopher let’s get to bed and for gods sake calm down.” The change was instant. Christopher went from boy to man because it was what his Sir wanted. “May I sleep in your bed tonight Sir or do you want me on the floor.”
“My bed Christopher.” Owen said. When they entered the bed room Christopher helped Owen undress. Owen lay on the bed watching him as he began to undress himself. He knew Owen was watching and he undressed slowly and gracefully.
Before he could climb into the bed Owen questioned him. “Have you been masturbating?”
“No Sir. I was not allowed.” Even when they weren’t together Christopher had followed his orders.
“Good boy”. Owen said before sitting up on the side of the bed his feet on the floor knees apart. He pointed to the floor between his legs. “Kneel here boy.”
Christopher did as Owen ordered keeping his eyes down. Owen reached into his pajama bottoms and removed his fully erect cock and began stroking it.
“Open” he said to the boy and the boy opened his full lips to receive his masters cock. Owen pulled the boy forward feeling the warmth of the boys mouth envelop him. He tangled both of his hands in the boys hair and began to pull him onto and off of his dick. Christopher lifted a hand and stroked the base of Owens dick in time with his sucking. He reached to remove Owens hands so he could control the movement and took all of his cock into his mouth. He had this. He was an expert from when he was on the streets. He had no gag reflex and swallowed around Owen loving the taste and feel of him in his mouth. He came off of his dick to lick the vein on the underside of Owens cock and swirled his tongue around the head before dipping the tip of his tongue into the slit and then taking all of his dick in his mouth again.
“Fuuck, that’s good boy.” Owen watched him knowing that seeing his cock disappear into and out of Chris’ full lips would make him cum sooner but he didn’t care. He felt his groin tighten and his dick hitch as he began to cum holding Chris’s head to his dick choking the breath from him. Tears formed at the edges of the boys eyes but he did not pull away as Owens seed pumped into his throat and he swallowed every drop. He was finally let go and he gasped for air and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Owen still shuddering pulled him from the floor and onto the bed kissing the top of his head.
“That was good boy.”
“Thank you Sir. I’m glad I pleased you.” Christophers own cock bobbed onto his stomach still hard. He had had no relief since he had met Sir Owen. Hopefully his Sir would allow him to cum sometime in the near future.
Thirteen
The next week was all about Christopher. Owen took the week off of work to tend to Christophers and his own needs. He had not taken time off since Tristan. He had Christopher quit his job and hired him as his personal assistant with a decent wage so that he had money of his own. As his personal assistant Christopher needed a wardrobe so he took him to Liams store where Ben and Owen bought their own clothing. Liams store specialized in tailored mens suits and everything that went with them. He had Christopher fitted with 3 suits, dress shirts, ties, shoes, socks and even pocket squares. He would cut quite the figure once he was cleaned up.
***
The next day Owen had his personal barber come to the house to cut Christopher’s hair. His hair was wavy and full and Christopher liked it long but Owen had other ideas. Owen stood leaning against the kitchen counter overseeing the haircut. Once Samuel draped a cloth over Chris he turned to Owen and said “So how should we do this?”
“Don’t I get a say? Christopher asked.
“Yes you certainly do Christopher. Tell Samuel how you would like your hair cut.”
Samuel smirked as Christopher turned, sat up straight and said “just a trim Samuel please.”
Samuel turned again to Owen raising an eyebrow. Owen said “buzz the sides Samuel and just give the rest a trim.”
Christopher turned to Owen fire in his eyes. “Why did you even ask me?” Owen shrugged his shoulders.
“I didn’t ask you Christopher. I said that you could tell Samuel how you would like your hair cut and you did. Then I told him how to cut your hair. I gave you what you asked for ‘a say’. Then he added “It will be ok Christopher. Just trust me.”
Samuel cut the sides of Christophers hair almost to the scalp leaving long strands of golden blonde hair on the floor and on Christophers shoulders.
When he lifted the boys hair to trim the back Chris froze.“Well, what have we here Owen.” Owen walked over to see what Samuel was on about. “Have you seen this?” Owen stood looking at the back of Christophers neck. In script letters was the word SIR.
“When did you get this Christopher? And more importantly who is it for.” He already knew the answer.
“I got it the day after you asked for another week Sir and I got it for you. So I would remember you since you didn’t want me.”
Owen turned and walked away so that Chris wouldn’t see the expression on his face.
“It uh… is very nice Christopher.”
Chris continued explaining. “I got it so I could look at it in the mirror when I wanted to remember the time we were together Sir. And when I wasn’t near a mirror and having a hard time I would rub my hand over it and try to imagine what you would have me do. I put it on my neck so my hair would cover it and I wo
uldn’t get fired from my job.”
He turned back so the barber could finish with his hair hoping that Owen was not angry. He had hoped that with his hair long that it would take a while before he would need to explain it. Alex had gone with him to the tattoo parlor to have it done and had tried to talk him out of it but at that point Chris thought he would never see Sir Owen again.
“Now what” Samuel was saying to Owen holding up the long gold colored hair hanging down the middle of the boys head. He added some product to it and let it fall to the side so Owen could see how it looked. The style brought out the boys golden eyes and made him look even more like the androgynous being that Owen thought he looked like already.
“Braid it Samuel.”
“Braid it?” Christopher squealed.
Samuel said “Good choice Sir”
“You’ll make me look even more like a girl.” Christopher whined.
“You will be fine Christopher. You will look the way I want you to look and that’s the important thing isn’t it.”
“Yes Sir.”
“And no sulking Christopher.” But it was too late Chris was already in full sulk mode.
The barber did a French braid down the center of the boys head tying it off with a hair tie at the bottom and held a mirror in front of Chris so he could see himself. The buzzed sides actually offset the braid and made him look bit more masculine than he did before but all Christopher could see was the braid. Owen liked the androgyny more than the masculine look. It made the boy stand out which was what Owen was going for.
Chris huffed. “Are you satisfied now? I look like a teenage girl.”
Owen laughed while Samuel tried to continue acting professional.
“You do not Christopher and it will grow on you. How about I take you on another shopping trip but this time you can buy whatever you want as a reward. You can bring Alex along to help you shop for whatever you want.”
That got him into a better mood but his hand still went to his head the rest of the day missing his long locks.
When they collected Alex he gave his approval for the new haircut.
“Makes you look bad ass Chris. Like you don’t give a fuck what anybody says.”
Christopher huffed. “Yeah right.” The truth was that he did give a fuck.
***
They hit all the stores frequented by young adults and picked out clothes to go with Christophers new persona . He was used to wearing regular cut jeans but Alex talked him into skinny cut jeans in mostly black so they could be dressed up or down and even a few pairs of the ripped up jeans that were in fashion. He found tee shirts that fit close to his body passing on the loose fitting ones that he usually wore. He also passed on new sneakers preferring to keep wearing his well-worn chucks. He bought several pair of loose fitting sweat pants to wear in the house when he was allowed to wear clothing. Owen had him buy a leather jacket for winter and several soft dark turtle neck sweaters that brought out the color of his hair.
Owen let him get his ears pierced since they were not covered with his hair anymore and he picked out small gold hoops to fit into the piercings. They would look good when he wore his hair in a ponytail at the back of his neck. He seemed to have forgotten already about looking like a girl.
Towards the end of their shopping trip Owen said to Chris. “Two more things Christopher. One you get to pick and one I pick. What have you always wanted but not been able to have?
Chris hesitated and Alex answered for him. “Doc Martens Sir, he’s not going to tell you but it’s what he’s always wanted. We’ve always said that it’s the first thing we would buy if we ever got extra money.”
“What about you Alex? Would you like Doc Martens too?”
“Yes Sir but Chris and I wear the same size and he’ll let me borrow his if he gets them. Right Chris?”
“You can borrow anything that I own Alex. You know that.”
“I’ll be right back” Owen said and walked away to make a quick phone call to Liam. “Liam our young men want Doc Martens and I’m about to get them for Chris. Do you mind if I indulge Alex. I don’t want to step on your toes by buying them for him without asking you”
“Sure Owen get them for him. I’ll write you a check when I see you.”
“No need Liam. We’ve been buying for Chris all day and Alex has been helping us out. I’d like to get him something for his trouble.”
“I’m sure it’s no trouble for Alex getting to spend time with Chris but if you insist.”
Owen rejoined the two young men and said “Let’s go buy boots”
Chris tried on boots and beamed at how bad-ass he felt in them.
“Let Alex try them on Chris since he’ll be borrowing them from you.”
Alex tried them and they fit perfectly. “If I borrow them you might not be able to get them off me.” He said.
“Then I would suggest that we get two pair so you can have your own Alex” Owen said
“No Sir” Alex said “It’s too much and Chris already said I can borrow his.”
“Don’t be silly Alex. I’ve already checked with Liam and he said it’s alright if we get you your own.”
Chris whooped, happy that they would have matching boots and Alex grinned.
The best part of the day besides the boots was when Owen took them to a leather goods store.
“Time for my pick Christopher” He said. He picked out a narrow leather choker for Christopher to wear around his neck.
“This will be your temporary collar until you’re fully trained and I decide that you’ll wear my permanent collar. This will let everyone know that you’re mine Christopher. You’ll wear it 24 hours a day.”
“Yes Sir” Christopher said, tears welling in his eyes. It seemed he was crying all the time these days. He needed to control himself he thought.
“Don’t cry boy. I can still decide that you aren’t worth my time.” Owen laughed.
“Not funny Sir” Christopher said.
Fourteen
After dropping Alex off and getting the many packages into the house Owen sent Christopher to take a shower and told him to remain undressed when he was finished. It was time to test whether the boy really liked pain as he had told Owen. The boy came out of the bathroom his skin a faint pink from the hot water, his thin frame left naked as Owen had demanded.
Two eyehooks were screwed into the ceiling in the middle of the room which Christopher had not noticed before. Hanging from them now were chains with leather cuffs attached. Owen led Chris to a walk-in closet which had shelves along one wall, a large cabinet and a number of toys hanging on hooks on the other wall.
“These are my toys Christopher. I want you pick one for me to use on you.” He wanted to see if Chris would pick something for pain or something for sex. “You have a lot of toys Sir” Chris said before choosing a leather paddle. “Good choice Christopher. Now come this way.”
Owen attached the cuffs to Christophers wrists.
“Is that comfortable for you” Owen asked.
“Yes Sir.” Chris answered
“Now I need you to pick a safe word. You were given one after the auction but we have never decided on one between ourselves.”
“I can keep the same one Sir. It’s easy to remember.”
“If you use it everything comes to a stop Christopher so use it if you have to. I don’t wish to damage you.”
“Yes Sir.”
Chris’ cock was already thickening at the thought of what was to come and he was already leaking precum. “You’re leaking all over my floor boy.” Owen gathered some of the sticky substance from the boys cock and lifted his fingers to the boys mouth.
“Open” he said and the boy opened to him. He placed his fingers in the boys mouth and watched as he sucked them clean tasting himself. He leaned into Owens fingers when he removed them from his mouth. Owen went to a small table and picked up a soft cloth and tied it around Christophers eyes. He walked behind him and put his hands on the boys hips pulling t
he lower part of his body backwards. “Plant your feet boy” and Christopher did as he asked.
Owen took a moment to admire the beauty of the boy. “Do you know how beautiful you are Chris?”
“No Sir. I’ve never thought of myself as beautiful and besides only girls are beautiful.”
“We’re going to have to have a conversation about that at another time” Owen said to the boy.
For now he was intent on making the boy even more beautiful by reddening his ass. He picked up the paddle from the table and struck the boys backside. The boy lifted a foot startled at the pain.
“Keep your feet on the floor boy and count for me.”
He swung again hitting the fleshy part of the boys ass.
“Two Sir.” His head fell back and he made an attempt to control his breathing as the paddle came down again.
Three Sir. They were light strikes which would get harder as the count rose but even these light strikes were exquisite for Christopher. Heat traveled through his body as the paddle connected with his flesh.
“Four Sir, five Sir, Ahhh. Six Sir”.
Owen reached around and stroked the boys cock and received a mewling sound from him.
“Please Sir. More Sir.”
Owen began again with harder strikes than before. Seven, eight, and nine and a thin sheen of sweat covered the boys body as he struggled to concentrate and keep up with the count. Saliva collected in the boys mouth and he swallowed and planted his feet again. His head fell forward and Owen reached for his braid, twisted it in his hand and used it to pull his head up.
“How do you feel boy?”
“Good Sir.” The burn felt so good that he was on the edge of flying but Sirs voice brought him back.
“Stay with me. No zoning out on me. Stay with me” he spoke into the boys ear.
“Yes… Sir. I’ll… try” the boy said slowly, struggling to speak.
”If you’re a good boy I’ll let you cum when I’m finished with you. Would you like that boy?
