It was a few days later that Jack called and asked to see me again. He tells me that he loved being taken the other day and wants, really very much wants, to be mine. He's incredibly nervous, as this is all so new to him, but he wants to be available to be used by me whenever I need or want him. I tell him we can certainly work on that but that I'm not sure that he's actually ready for that level of commitment. We'll have to do a test to see if he's as ready for someone to completely take control of him. I want him to prove to me that he's committed, that he's ready to be controlled.
We agree to meet the next day to test him. I have some prep work to do before I see him. On my lunch break, I head out to my favourite sex shop and look for and find a thick linked chain necklace with a pad lock attached. And, while I'm there I grab a butt plug, not too big, not too small - about 5 inches long, and about two inches at it's widest. I look at chastity cages but decide against them just yet.
The next morning, I gather up my purchases, which I left in the discreet black bag that they came in and head over to meet him at his home. Before I get there, however, I stop at a pharmacy and buy a few more supplies to finalize my prep. He's, again, waiting on the porch, sitting in the chair on the right, with a coffee on the table beside him, this time no phone call to distract him. As I climb the stairs, he rises to meet me. He's wearing his summer uniform, shorts and a tee with flip flops. Standing at the top of the stairs, I simply pull him into my arms and kiss him. He wants to pull away, I can tell, plain as day, as if I can see the thought in his head - the neighbours - but I don't ask I just take what is mine - I kiss him deeply, driving my tongue into his mouth, pulling back and biting his lower lip, my right hand sliding down his back into his shorts, squeezing his ass. The black plastic bag in my left, hangs at my side.
I've got his lower lip caught between my teeth, with my right hand working his ass, then I pull back, letting the lip slide between my teeth until I release his mouth. He looks at me and smiles. Any trace of his earlier hesitation long gone. "Well, hello handsome," he says. The smile is in his eyes and his voice.
"Are you ready for today?" I ask, as my right hand finds his pucker and presses against it. His body clenches for a moment then with a sigh he lowers down, almost trying to sit on my finger, to try to push himself down onto me, to have any level of "me" inside him. I prevent penetration, though, as my finger is not what's going in there today.
I disengage and tell him to get inside and in the shower. I want him sparkling clean. He says he's already showered; I tell him I don't care. He nods and head heads inside. He kicks his flip flops off just inside the door and begins to strip as we climb the stairs: the tee landing on the railing,, shorts hitting the floor outside the bathroom. He was ordered to be commando and he didn't disappoint. While he showers, I pull out my morning purchases. A bottle of lube, a can of shaving cream and a new razor. He already shaves his pubes and he's not particularly hairy but we're still going to shave every inch of him.
Along with those items, I pull out the butt plug and set it standing on the vanity. It stands up tall (as tall as five inches can be), black against all that white tile and porcelain in his bathroom. And finally, the chain and lock take their wrapped around the base of the plug. I crumple the bag and drop it in the trash.
The water is steaming up the room and I instruct him to be sure he washes his ass thoroughly, telling him to fuck himself with as many fingers as he can get into his own ass. While I watch he inserts, one. I tell him that he can do better than that. A second follows, as he mildly contorts to reach. "Another" I tell him, and he manages a third. His ass is soapy, inside, and out and I tell him to rinse off.
As he steps out of the shower, reaching for a towel to dry the water of his body and he pauses as he sees what I've laid out. His eyes focusing on the plug. I push him back into the walk-in shower stall and pick up the shaving cream and I spray a wad of foam onto his belly and another onto his chest. More goes on his arms and both legs.
I begin to shave him clean, stripping the hair from arms and legs, refoaming as I need to, turning him to clean his back and the backs of his legs, lifting his arms, cleaning his underarms. I'm careful to run the razor over his pubic area, checking his cock, which is hardening now, to see if there are small hairs on his shaft, there are, they're quickly removed. Then I shave his chin and neck. After a while he's completely shorn of hair, except for eyebrows and the top of his head.
I have him rinse off again, in cold water this time, and let him dry himself finally. He looks at his body in the mirror but says nothing. His body is smooth, his balls are hanging low, his cock has softened but is still fluffed, I reach out and fondle him which quickly gets him growing again. He stands there, hardening cock in my hand, waiting for me to tell him what to do next. I'm sure he's expecting that I'll have him bend over and that I'll fuck him. He's partly correct.