Dude to slave Part 9

Author: jackbootlad
Title: Dude to slave Part 9
Date: 25 August 2010

Josh got home and realised how knackered he was. He pulled off his boots and went into the kitchen to make himself a snack before going to bed. Undressing in his bedroom, he stood naked in front of the full length mirror, his tatts, chain and padlock and chastity plate fully visible along with the black leather ankle cuffs. The office lads tomorrow would take the piss out of his shaved head but they wouldn't know about the rest of the gear. Footie practice on Thursday night, however, was a different matter. His normal routine was to go straight from work, get changed in the locker rooms with most of the other lads and shower after the session in the communal showers. He'd have to work something else out not least how to get his footie sox over the ankle cuffs.

He crawled into bed still feeling the plate around his cock and went out like a light.

Next morning, it was up for work as usual. Pissing with the plate on was quite tricky. For a start, he had to sit on the toilet so that his cock was facing downwards. Afterwards, he had to clean up quite carefully. His shower was easier to manage and he then put on the normal kit he wore to the office: a light grey suit, black shirt, a light grey tie and his black zip-up leather boots. As usual, plenty of Linx body spray went on but he subconsciously went to put gel in his hair before realising that this part of the morning routine had now become redundant. Arriving at the office, the other lads on the insurance counter wolf-whistled and sniggered. They came up to him and rubbed their hands over his pate calling him 'slaphead' and 'skin' in a joking, typically laddish way.

'Where's yer boots, skinboy?' shouted across Dean, grinning. Josh was blushing and horny at the same time. Hic cock pressed against the steel plate and he kept having to fiddle with his tackle to get comfortable on the seat. The day passed uneventfully apart from the obligatory post-work pint in the local pub with the gang. They were still fixated by his head: how did he do it? why did he do it? etc. Josh sensed that they were a bit envious that he'd had the bollocks to get the cut and he realised that, like a lot of lads his age, the skin look was always attractive: aggressive, moody, alpha male attitude all buried deep into the male psyche

So, Josh's new life as a boi began. Friday night came pretty quickly and by this time, Josh was crying out for a wank. He also realised that he was crying out for his master because it was service that made him horny and this was now his destiny. He'd received a text from Al ordering him straight to his master's house after work so he duly obeyed, arriving at the house at 6pm.

Al opened the door. 'Get in, get undressed, put your clobber in the cupboard and put your uniform on' he ordered and went back into the front room. Josh did as he was told. He unzipped his work boots, took his sox off and tucked them into the boots. Next, he took off his jacket and tie, shirt and then his trousers. No boxers of course because the plate made going commando essential. He opened the cupboard doors and stashed his gear inside. He looked at the line of rubber boots and realised that two pairs were missing. He took the next pair in line. He removed the slave collar and clipped it back around his neck. Then he took the wrist restraints and put them on before finally pulling on the white rubber boots. He shut the doors and went into the front to meet his master.

He was faced with two lads who had assumed the honour position who looked almost exactly like him. It was spooky. He couldn't see their faces but their two bald pates were bowed in a line and they wore exactly the same kit.

'Assume the honour position in line' ordered Al and Josh lined himself up with the other two lads. Al stood in front of them in his usual hot leather jackboots together with red footie sox tucked over the tops but this time, he wore leather shorts and a master's harness over his torso together with black leather cop gloves. He looked with appreciation at the little row of bowed bald pates and felt his cock hardening.

'Your mission is to serve your master. What is your mission?' he barked. The three lads replied in unison: 'To serve you, master'.

'Good bois. Over the next 48 hours, I am going to explore every part of your fucking perverted desires. I am going to train you to give and receive pain. You see, when you give pain to somebody, you need to understand what it feels like otherwise I get no pleasure. Any disobedience will get the cheese wire followed by the milking. Do you understand?'

'Yes master' the three replied and Josh' cock was bursting to get out of his chastity plate even before the fun and games had begun...

End of Part 9