In the Service to Father Micheal Ch. 03

So, I crawl after Master to the bathroom connected to his bedroom. When we get into the bathroom, it's huge, twice as big as my room/cell in the lower levels. Master walks up to a shower stall with multiple shower heads. The stall can hold at least 4 people easily!

Master looks down at me.

"Boy, get the shower ready for me. I like my water temperature at 99 degrees."

"Yes, Master. "

I crawl into the shower and up at a screen embedded into the wall. It's like the one in my cell. I quickly see a large plus and minus button. So, I hold down the plus button until it reaches 99 degrees. Next to the plus button is an ON button. I press it and I'm hit with cold water causing me to yelp in surprise. Master looks at me with a frown, so I press my mouth shut. Luckily the water heats up quickly.

Master looks down at me expectantly. It takes me a second to understand what he means.

Then it clicks, "Master, the shower is ready for you."

Master walks into the shower and stands under the hot water.

"Well, boy what are you waiting for?"

Oh, Shit! Master wants me to wash him.

I look around the shower and see a soap dispenser on the wall next to where Master is standing. I quickly crawl to it and pump some onto my hands. Like in the public bathroom, it's an automatic dispenser. I start rubbing my hands on Master's body, loving the feeling of his strong muscular body. I wash his big feet first. Then, I work my way up his strong muscular calves. I can tell Master keeps himself in shape. I work farther up his right thigh, feeling they are just as muscular as his calves. I do not think there is an ounce of fat on my Master. This only makes me want him more! When I reach his cock and balls, I have to once again fight the urge to lick them.

So, to distract me, I move to his other leg. I look up to see Master has his eyes closed with a slight smile on his face. I must be doing a good job which makes me feel proud of myself. I need to keep focused on my task so after finishing his leg, I work on his beautiful round hard ass. Fuck! It is just as solid as the rest of him. I even work on his hole, cleaning it with some soap, and then have another urge to push my tongue into it. This time I give in to my urges and press my face into his hole, hoping this will please him. I hear Master moan some and his hole relaxes, allowing my tongue to go deeper. The more he moans, the more I want to lick deeper. I grab both ass cheeks and pull them apart to get better access to his hole. Fuck! It tastes bitter sweet. Master pushes back towards me and I know he wants more of me inside him. So, push my tongue even deeper, ignoring the stress on my tongue, not used to this type of service. Yet, my discomfort is secondary to my Master's pleasure. Like the discomfort to my knees which hurt at first but now I don't even notice the pain. I'm realizing that focusing on Master's pleasure relieves my pain from kneeling on the hard tile floor.

I work on Master's hole for a bit before he pushes my head away and I continue working my way up to his back with the soap. I again admire his back and wide shoulders. Master does have some good genes.

I work my way down his strong arms and around to his shoulders, tracing my fingers across to feel his massive chest. I'm in awe of his perfect form of the male body. I run my fingers back and forth across his six-pack abs. I can see why all the boys of this community worship him as a GOD!

Finally, I reach his magnificent cock that changed my life forever. I soap up my hand and stroke it as I kneel in front of my GOD! I can feel it growing in my hands, admiring features close up once again!

I use my other hand to soap up his massive balls that hold the nectar that I crave so much! I marvel that they can produce something delicious. I stroke him faster hoping those balls will fill up again and honor me with the nectar I need!

YES! I feel his balls starting to swell knowing he is producing the nectar that I can't live without. I stroke his massive cock as I have to use both my small hands to get a proper hold on it. I open my mouth, aiming my GOD's cock direct at it. I hear Master breathing harder and moaning as I watch his balls tighten up, ready to feed me the nectar of the GODS! Soon, the white creaming nectar blasts into my mouth, filling it up to my lips. I so want to catch all of it and not waste the precious white nectar. Fearing my mouth might not hold all of it, I wrap my lips around the head and swallow! I look up to see Master's head back, moaning loudly! I'm so happy I could make him feel so good.

I continue to swallow more nectar as it continues to fill my mouth nonstop. There had to be at least 10 shots that filled my mouth. Not only is his body a masterpiece of perfection but so are his balls to produce that much nectar, especially after fucking me so much last night and this morning!

When Master recovers he looks down at me with a smile.

"So, hungry, aren't you, my boy!"

I nod my head up and down with the cockhead still tightly between my lips. I milk every last drop of the nectar from his cock. His hard cock feels so right in my hands. This is where I belong, worship my Master. I vow to dedicate my life to the service of my Master until the day I die! I have to have his nectar. Once you taste it you would be just like me! I can only imagine that all the boys are just as addicted to his nectar as I am. What I didn't know was that my addiction started last night when I ate the cum from the feeder in my cell. It was Master's cum that has special addictive properties. Even if I did know that I wouldn't have cared. It doesn't change the fact that I now crave my Master's nectar for as long as I live.

Master rinses off and then steps out of the shower.

"Boy, quickly clean up and then come dry your Master."

I have to force myself to come out of my addictive haze and softly say, "Yes, Master!"

Then soap up my body quickly and then rinse off. I crawl out of the shower as Master is drip drying at the sink while he brushes his teeth. I grab a warm towel from a towel rack and crawl behind him. He ignores me as I dry his feet and work my way up his back and shoulders. He continues to brush his teeth as he turns around, allowing me to dry his front side. I dry his free arm. When I'm done with that arm, he swaps the toothbrush with it so I can dry his other arm. So, drops of water fall to his chest so I wipe it dry again. I walk around him to make sure he is completely dry. I don't want to fuck up and feel the cane again! When I think I got everything I drop the towel into a laundry shoot.

Master orders, "Hands and knees."

Master then sits on the toilet and points between his legs, spreading them wide for me.

I get between his legs on my hands and knees.

"OPEN!"

The command makes me respond instantly!

Master grabs his cock and points it to my mouth. I think I might get more nectar. So, I crawl forward putting the head of his cock in my mouth.

"CLOSE TIGHTLY!"

I do as commanded.

Immediately, I am hit with hot piss that I didn't expect. I have to swallow quickly to keep up. Once again, I fear of fucking up so I focus only on swallowing the golden nectar as fast as possible.

"MILK ME," Master commands.

So, I grab his half-hard cock and milk every last drop of the golden nectar. Master finishes taking a dump then I hear water spraying. Curiously, I look into the toilet to see a water jet cleaning Master's asshole.

Master points to a hand towel as he stands and turns around. I get the message and grab the towel, wiping his ass dry. DAM! I have a longing to lick his ass again. Yet, just as I was about to lean forward, Master turns back around and walks out of the bathroom.

"Brush your teeth and meet me at the elevator. Under the sink is a toothbrush my houseboy uses."

I whisper, "Yes, Master," as he leaves without looking back.

I open the door under the sink to see a metal cup with a toothbrush sticking out of it. I'm nervous and grossed out about using someone else's toothbrush but I have my orders. I hope the houseboy is okay with it. I guess he has to be since Master ordered me to use it.

I find another cup that says organic toothpaste. I guess they make their own toothpaste. I guess that makes sense being a self-sustaining community.

There is another cup on the counter with the same organic toothpaste. I pick it up and smell it. It smells minty. I smell the house slaves toothpaste and it smells earthy like it is homemade. I guess they add mint to Master's toothpaste. Again it makes sense he gets the better-smelling stuff.

I quickly brushtooth. It is grainy so I guess the stuff should work OK. Master must want his slaves to be healthy. That gives me some reassurance that I should get good healthcare. I wonder if there is a doctor on site to care for us.

After brushing, I wipe my face with the hand towel that I use to wipe Master's ass since it's the only towel left to use. I don't think Master would want me to use a new towel without his permission. The memory of being caned comes back to me. So, get on all fours, rush out of the bathroom, and down the hall to the elevators. I don't see Master at first so I kneel facing the elevators. Instinctively, I place my hands behind my back. It just seems like the right thing to do.

I hear movement in the kitchen then footsteps heading toward me. I feel a large hand on my head, rubbing it a couple of times. I realize it must be Master. I love his touch, smiling to myself. He steps beside me and clips a leash to my collar.

"COME!"

Master says with a commanding voice. Remembering what Master said about crawling, I crawl after him into the elevator.

Once again, I kneel with my hands behind me as the elevator descends. I wonder where Master is taking me.

The elevator opens to a foyer with a marble floor leading to an outside glass door. I see people walking by except they are all naked and all men. My caged dick tries to get hard as I realize Master is going to take me out for a walk. It will be the first time others who are not slaves will see me in public. Even though it excites me, I'm also nervous as hell! Before, I can think about it more, Master walks forward tugging at my leash. I have no choice but to crawl after him.

"STAND!"

Once again he uses a commanding voice that makes me move almost without thinking about it.

"NOW! Always stand to my right and just behind me slightly. I want to be able to see you out of the corner of my eye. Yet, behind me to show your status!"

I whisper, "Yes, Master."

"LOUDER! DON'T BE ASHAMED OF WHAT YOU ARE!"

I raise my voice and it echoes in the hallway, "YES, MASTER!"

"BETTER! Now let's show you off to the community. Everyone is going to enjoy seeing my latest acquisition."

Acquisition? It's like he is showing off his latest property to the neighbors. I guess he is in a way. He says I'm his property now. I even admitted as much to him and myself. Why wouldn't Master want to show off what he owns, me?

With that thought, I lift my head and smile as I follow Master out the door.

The sun is bright so I'm partly blinded so have to trust Master as he leads me to the sidewalk. When my eyes clear up I see strong naked men walking towards the town center. They walk with confidence same as I see in Master. Some are holding hands affectionately. Others are single. They make my legs weak and have the urge to kneel in front of them. Oh shit! They're all dominant men like my Master.

Behind them are beautiful boys on leashes. They are collared and their dicks - balls are caged like me. The boys follow their dominant man like it's the most natural thing in the world. Seeing everyone up close, I realize this is a community of naked Masters and slaves.

The dominant men are of all ages. While, the submissives are all young, 18 or older but no more than upper 20s at the most.

What set the dominants most apart from the slaves is the slave's complete lack of hair. Like me, they are hairless, not even eyebrows. They must all have to go through the same treatment as me. Even without the collar and cage, there is no mistaking who is who. I guess that's the point. Plus, it makes us look younger too. That also must be the point of removing our hair. These dominant men must like young slaves. If I was them I guess I would too. Who wouldn't want a young slave to own? All the slaves are holding empty bags. I wonder why.

As we stand watching them pass. They all acknowledge Master by calling him 'Father'. It doesn't surprise me since he is a father of the church in this community. Yet, when each slave passes they all stare at Master's cock and lick their lips. Are they all in love with Master too?

One dominant stops and chats with Master. The slave with the Dom kneels beside his man. Yet, his eyes never leave Master's cock. I know that look, it's the same look the houseboy has when he sees Master. I laugh to myself, I must have the same look when I'm up close to his cock.

His scent is intoxicating, especially his cock. To my surprise, Master snaps his fingers and points between his legs. Without much thought, I quickly kneel in front of him. Soon the other slave with the Dom is beside me. Master places his huge hands on each of our heads and pulls us to him. We stick out our tongues and lick each side of Master's growing cock. Our tongues touch each other so we savor each other and Master at the same time. All I care about is pleasing my Master. I feel the same is true for the other slave. I have no idea who this boy is but we have one thing in common, we are in love with Master's cock. We both want his nectar because we fight over lick the percum leaking out of the head. This slave is just as addicted to Master's nectar as I am. Are all the slaves in this community addicted to Master's cum? Has Master fucked them all? I'm starting to understand the power Master has in this community. By controlling the hearts of the slaves he controls all Doms as well. Them calling him 'Father' is more than just a title. It's a form of respect.

Master pulls us off his cock before we can make him give us what we so want. I hear a sigh come from the other slave. So I know he is just as disappointed as I am.

Master and the Dom start walking towards the town center, pulling the other slave and me alone with them.

I stare at the naked backside of the Doms before us. Both are strong handsome men with an air of confidence I saw in any man before. Is it because they own us or because they can be free to be who they are meant to be, Alphas of the world they live in? Maybe both, since without us would they be the Alphas they are now? I'm happy they have us to satisfy their Alpha needs.

As we walk, I glance over at the slave next to me. He is watching our Doms in the same way I am. Then I remembered what Master told me before we left the house. So, I quickly change my position so I'm to his right side and behind him but close enough so he can see me. I lick my lips as now can see his huge cock swinging back and forth. I get rewarded with the head of his cock passing his right thigh. Fuck it's so beautiful!

My poor dick tries to get hard in its prison but it's impossible. Master has taken complete control of me and I don't care as long as I can service his magnificent cock!

We soon reach the town center. It's busy with men shopping with a slave or two behind them. I now see that these slave boys are no longer carrying empty bags. They are carrying the items that their Man are purchasing. Master says goodbye to the man he was walking with and enters a shop. The shop owner quickly comes out from behind the counter to greet Master.

"OH! Father. It's so good to see you again today. Is there anything I can help you with?"

I can tell, from the tone of his voice that he wants to please Master. Master ignores the man and continues to walk around the shop. I follow close behind him. Everything in the shop is homemade. Master stops at a table of wooden paddles. They are beautiful and can tell someone took their time to make them. At first, I don't understand why someone would make a paddle so beautiful for a kitchen. That's until Master picks one up and before I know it, my ass stings.

I jump in surprise and yelp, "OH FUCK!"

"SHUT UP, BOY! Don't disrespect this kind Sir with such vulgar language."

"Yes, Mas.. I mean Father."

At the last second, I remember everyone calls Master, Father in public. Master smiles at me but then hits me three more times on the ass hard. It is still sore from the caning earlier so I bit my lower lip to stay quiet.

"Sir, these are very nice. They look like a newer style?"

"Yes, Father. My son makes them. He designs and makes this newer style. He says they are stronger than the ones I make."

"Well, It doesn't hurt to have some father and son competition, is it?"

"No, Father. He's becoming just as good or better than his old man. I taught him everything know about corporate punishment instruments."

Despite the pain in my ass, I glance around the shop to see lots of instruments of would cause great pain to my body. Suddenly, I'm scared of what else Master might pick up and test on me. Master sets the paddle down and walks over to another table of single tail whips! I watch in fear as Master picks up a short three-foot-long whip.

He lets go of my leash and orders, "Turn around boy."

Nervously, I turn around. I'm so scared. I've seen guys getting whipped in porn but know they are faking. Yet, I realize that this is real and I'm about to be whipped for the first time in my life.

I suddenly jump as I feel the air move behind me then a loud crack. I realized that Master didn't actually hit me. I relax someone thinking that Master was just testing out the whip. Now less fear when I feel the air, move behind me and then a loud crack. Yet, this time, what comes after the crack, causes me to scream as loud as I can.

Master was practicing just so he could hit the proper spot on my back. Master swings the whip four more times, causing me to scream as my whole back stings. Then all at once a rush of pleasure hits me. I feel lightheaded the same way I felt after being caned. The rest of the day, I feel happy as the stinging in my back turns to a dull ake. I now understand what I read online about something called "Sub Space". Master then picks up a cane and uses it down the back side of my legs, causing me to bend them as the pain runs down each leg. Yet, this time it don't seem to hurt as bad as it did this morning. All day I'm left with a permanent smile on my face. By the end of the day, I want Master to hit me again! I'm so messed up but I have to adjust to my new life. If getting high from a whipping is the price then so be it! I'm just happy that 'Sub Space' exists for me or I might not enjoy my enslavement!

Master leaves the shop with me carrying more instruments of wonderful torture. I'm now proud to carry Master's purchases for him. At some level, I can't wait for Master to use them on me again! I glance down at the bag and smile.

Master goes into a few more shops but doesn't buy anything else. I do notice that no currency has exchanged. However, there is something on all the Men's wrists. They somehow use it every time they buy something. It must be the way they pay for things.

I also noticed that all the manual labor in the shops are done by young slave boys. I wonder what happens to the boys when they get older.

At the end of "Main Street" is a farmers market. More men are selling their fresh produce. Each man has a slave boy or two attending their booths. The men take care of the sales while the slaves keep the stock on the tables full. They also gather whatever the buyers want to purchase. Whenever Master picks something up one of these slave boys hands me a basket for Master put the things he wants in it. I carry out in front of me as Master places fresh vegetables in the basket. When Master is finished with his purchases, one of the slave boys tending the booth, bags the produce and hands a bag to me. By the time we are done shopping at the farmers market, my hands are full of heavy bags that I have to carry. Instead of going back where we came from, Master takes a different route. We pass by the outskirts of the town center. Along the route, we pass fields that have some of the produce I'm carrying. I then notice the slaves in the fields are older, 30 years or older. OH SHIT! That is what I have to look forward to when I no longer look young for the Doms to use in their shops in town or I assume to take to their beds. I guess I should not complain about my current conditions and savor my youth while I can. Well, at least I have some time before I'm used for hard manual labor. I need to make the most out of being young. To me, it seems like a long way off.