The intrigue grows as the young man continues his training and begins to reap the rewards of his new relationship.
Sodalitz - Chapter 3: Golden handcuffs
by Enslaver UK
Art piece by ULF
Series: Sodalitz
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The following morning Stefan led me down to breakfast. The courtyard of the 'castle' structure featured a generous sized swimming pool at its centre, beside which was a glass and wrought iron table on which breakfast food was laid out: a jug of orange juice, a pot of coffee, crockery and cutlery, some cereals and a sliced melon. Anton climbed from the pool as he saw me approach, dripping and naked.
He walked over to me and stretched out his hand for me to shake. That was an odd moment. He was naked, dripping wet and totally unconcerned. I was fully clothed, if casually dressed. It seemed like role reversal from the previous night. Was that just a bad dream?
“Have some breakfast, Grant.”
“Not sure I'm really hungry.”
“Come, take a swim with me. It will give you an appetite.” He looked me up and down, though mainly at my pants.
I must have hesitated. He leaned forward and mockingly whispered in my ear. “Be a good slave and take your clothes off. That's an order.”
He watched while I stripped off and dumped my clothes on the tiled floor, then he walked back to the pool, turned to look at me, grinned, and did a back flip into the pool. I walked over and dived in, too. When I surfaced Anton was treading water beside me.
“We fly back to London in a couple of hours. That will give me time to tell you more about who we are and what your part is to be.”
I was mightily pleased to hear we were going back home and it must have showed on my face because his next words were, “Now I have pleased you, it is your turn to please me. One of the little perks I allow myself is to have my cock sucked every morning. It sets me up for the day. Suck my cock, Grant.”
Always with this man, the unexpected. I froze for a moment and forgot to tread water. He reached over to me and pulled me upwards and towards him. I had never before been naked and this close to another man, also naked. I felt his cock, obviously now stiffening, brush against my left thigh. By coming into contact with his body I could sense the power within the man. He looked directly into my eyes and I got the message.
I took a deep breath and pushed myself down under the surface, steadying myself by placing my hands on either side of his waist. I slid my mouth on to his now fully erect cock and sucked as best I could. To keep from floating back up I placed my right hand between his legs while I held his cock in the other. After less than two minutes I needed to come up for air.
Though I was primed for another effort, Anton indicated he was content with my attempt, as though it had primarily been a test.
He climbed out of the pool and I followed. The boys brought us each a towel. By the time I had dried myself Stefan was holding a cup of coffee for me so I just wrapped my towel around me and sat down at the table. I was facing Anton and looking directly at him as he towelled down. His houseboy stood silently at his side holding his white robe. I guessed this was a Germanic thing. He had no inhibitions about being the only person here naked. It in no way conflicted with his aura of supremacy. If anything, quite the opposite. He was tall, fit, strong, slim and sported an impressive erection. In a sense he was like one of those prize-fighters at the weigh-in who are being admired and photographed by all the lesser men.
He reached over to his houseboy to fold the damp towel over his shoulder and then in the same movement wrapped his hand around the boy's neck to drag him closer. When he was hard up against his master, without a word, the boy knelt and went down on the German. Though early in the morning the heat was already penetrating the shade of the courtyard. It was the beginning of yet another very strange day. Fascinated and unable to look away, I watched as the Nordic boy sucked off Anton, his master, my master, who all the while looked me straight in the eyes. He exhaled almost inaudibly as he came in the boy's mouth and nodded to me, again, with an almost imperceptible movement to signal the moment. It was a show of power; a demonstration of the control and mastery he had over us all. He was signalling we existed only to please and pleasure him. Not only would we be fucked at any time of his choosing, but we could all be lined up and ritually fucked, publicly and for our maximum humiliation.
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The jet that took us home was even more impressive than the one that had brought us. “That was an Embraer,” Anton told me, “A millionaire's jet. This is a Gulfstream. A billionaire's jet.”
“You just rent this planes?” I could not hide my admiration.
“This jet is en-route for New York. We are just hitching a ride. I will owe the owner a small favour one day.”
There was a question burning in my brain. I had to ask it, no matter what. It was just a matter of how to phrase it. “What are you planning for me, Anton? What is my part in all of this?” I was thinking about the boy on the cross the night before and what had happened to him.
“You have a very definite spark of something special. I knew as soon as I interviewed you. Ambition, yes; intelligence, certainly - but there is something more. You are a young man waiting for, hoping for, his moment of destiny. You don't know what it might be or when it might come, but you are searching for it. You hunger for it . . . and you have decided I am the man who can transform your life . . . for the better . . . if you, in turn, can rise to the occasion.”
Little else was said for the rest of the journey. It was as though Anton could read my thoughts and my opinions. What should I do next? Go for it, or run for it?
The black Mercedes with the grey-suited young chauffeur was waiting when we landed at Northolt. This, again, another airfield that, strictly speaking was RAF. Only the favoured few could make use of it. As we sped down Western Avenue towards Shepherd's Bush he handed me a white envelope, half an inch thick, stuffed with ten and twenty pound notes. Of course I had never seen that much money in my life before. I was dying to count it but that would have been grossly ill-mannered. He told me it was my first month's salary, in advance.
No sooner had I thanked him and stuffed it in my pocket than he said, “Choose yourself a new car. I will arrange for the company to guarantee the lease.”
Anton was always one step ahead of me. He remembered I had said at the interview I had been forced to sell my old car to pay rent. Any thoughts of running for the hills I might have been entertaining, he just knocked on the head there and then. The car I chose the following day was a little red Alfa Romeo. God, I loved that car. My first new car and perfect for weaving through London traffic.
On Sunday morning I drove up to Anton's place at Wimbledon to show it off. We both looked approvingly at it out of the first floor windows where it sat on the gravel drive.
After a few seconds he turned to me. “Now you have the first trappings of your new wealth I need to teach you the art of deployment of power and your place in how we exercise it.”
He led me through to one of the bedrooms at the back of the building and there he told me to strip and get on my knees. To be honest I half expected this and was braced for it as far as I could be. As he stripped down to his designer briefs, white, he began a sort of lecture. Not exactly what I was expecting. “Grant, if you acquire money without power you are destined to become a victim. I work for an organisation that wields considerable power - across the world - and you now work for me. Except we play by different rules at this level. The organisation to which I belong owns me, and I, in turn, own you. Neither of us are employees. We are assets. The more valuable we make ourselves, the more wealth we accrue.” He positioned his right foot forward of the other. “Bend down and kiss my foot.”
It was an odd demand but no stranger than all the rest so I had no hesitation in complying.
“Slide your face up my leg and then rub your face in my balls. I am going to teach you the rules of mastery and slavery. It is the way mankind arranged things for thousands of years, and it was a very successful system. No employment contracts and no legal disputes. If you obeyed and delivered, you were rewarded. If not, you were killed. Those are the rules we apply today.”
By now I was nuzzling into his balls with my lips and nose but my mind was focussed on what he was saying. At eye level I could see the bulge in the tailored pouch getting bigger.
“You will obey me like your life depended on it, which of course, it now does. To be absolutely clear, there is nowhere in the world you could run and hide where we could not find you, so there is no point in thinking about that. Lift my balls and cock out of my briefs and then slide them down. Carefully.”
I pulled at the waistband and reached inside his underpants, scooping out all his equipment, exactly as instructed, before sliding down the garment and threading it off his feet.
“Take hold of the base of my cock and lick the head as you peel my foreskin. Then slide on. I am now going to begin your slave training. You will pay attention and learn the detail. Then, when I decide to allocate a man to you, you will train him also in the art of being a good slave to you. I will judge you according to your skill as my slave and also according to you competency in training up your own slave. Of course, we each have our own preferred methods, but I expect you to follow my example. Your cock sucking is becoming more proficient. Well done, Grant. I don't want to cum yet. Lick my balls for a while.” He talked as though he had an absolute right to make me do whatever he desired. He didn't raise his voice or adopt an authoritative tone. He gave me orders almost in the manner of a casual aside while possessing a presumption of authority. He had said he was going to teach me things. I took this as my first lesson: how to take what you want, as if by divine right.
You can adjust to anything. I was paying so much attention to what he was saying that I was sucking him without realising the activity no longer made me feel sick.
Meanwhile, he continued his lecture. “Here is my deal. I will not embarrass you in front of anyone but when we are in private you will always address me as 'Master'. Not only will you service me as many times each week as our various schedules permit, but you will do so with enthusiasm and without being ordered to do so. In other words, it must at all times be upper most in your mind that your first duty, on any occasion, is to strip naked, kneel at my feet, and suck me off. If you remember that then maybe I will not need to whip you and hurt you. Does that seem fair?”
I had to confess, all things considered, I decided it was reasonable. I stopped tonguing him for a moment and replied, “Yes, Master.”
He seemed pleased with that. “Then tomorrow, Grant I will set out your other duties. Do all this well and I have the ability to make you a very rich, successful and powerful man in your own right. I am ready to come now. Suck me off fully, slave.”
I said, “Yes, Master,” again. These things soon become almost routine. I slide my mouth on to his cock again, this time also stroking the column where it emerged from his forest of blond pubic hair and with my left hand, and for good measure, I massaged his balls. I felt it was important to show my appreciation for all he was promising me. After a few minutes I knew he was getting close. His breathing was becoming rapid, then a grunt accompanied by the instinctive pelvic thrust. I had learned to draw back as he jerked so that I did not choke but at the same time was able to ride his cock so that I did not withdraw. In my right hand I felt his stem pump, while in my left his balls jerked upwards. Then the flow. As he filled my mouth with his warm spunk he placed his left hand on my head, not roughly this time, quite the opposite, a gentle stroke. This was only my second time. Swallowing was still an effort. The taste and texture of his load was alien. Nevertheless, I was determined to please him and prove I was worthy of his trust. I had spent most of my twenty-three years learning to stand up to perceived aggression so it felt really odd now giving in so unconditionally. If I'm being honest the novelty of the experience was intriguing.