Chapter 1: The Contract

David Briggs was your typical Mr Average, not particularly popular at college, but neither was he disliked. He had an attractive girlfriend who was more accepted by the college in-crowd than he was, mainly due to her good looks. Why Jackie stuck with David was a mystery to many. In Jackie's eyes David was a safe bet, he didn't try it on because she wouldn't let him and that made him safe. To be accepted, you had to be dating, if you weren't dating you were a lesbian, which was still cool in many people's eyes, but not Jackie's. In truth, Jackie thought sex was overrated. It was just a lot of fumbled groping, which was more uncomfortable than pleasurable. They said some things they didn't really mean as they put it in and then they thrust about for a couple of minutes, before leaving you with a sticky mess to clean up, and the stuff leaked everywhere.

It wasn't as though Jackie wasn't interested in sex, guys definitely fascinated her, but not in anyway she could define. She understood that her limited experiences to date had left her wanting and so she told herself, and David, that she was saving herself for Mr Right. Now David had worked out that he was obviously not Mr Right, so why did he stick with Jackie? Because she was a good-looking girl and he liked having a classy girl at his side, although he would never admit that was his sole reason.

Life was pretty uncomplicated for David. Days just drifted into each other with little sense of purpose, like a lazy old meandering river. The nearest he got to a bit of excitement outside of his dreams, was a stolen peek down Jackie's top. Rare as those moments were, he figured they were worth the wait. One day he hoped he might get the biggest treat of his life and catch her without a bra. Not much of a fantasy, he would readily admit, but probably his most realistic one for the foreseeable future.

It was in early spring, with the arrival of a new neighbour, when things took a drastic change in his life. Nineteen year old Jason was a trendy dresser and quite good looking as guys go, not that David considered himself much of a judge of guys, but he recognised Jason would be babe-bait as soon as he met him. David's mother thought it would be nice if David accompanied Jason to college and help him settle in seeing as they were the same age. David was less than keen on the idea.

Jason was aloof, as though he regarded himself superior to David. He seemed to talk down to David, his tone demeaning, almost scornful at times, and there was an air of authority about him that was both confident and challenging. However, there was one big bonus to Jason that David just couldn't ignore, his mother. David thought Mrs Lewis was absolutely hot. Everything about her just seemed to ooze sexuality. She was dripping with it. The confidence in the way she walked, the way she talked and held herself, her mannerisms — everything. Not only that, she was utterly drop dead gorgeous, and with the best come-to-bed-eyes he had ever seen.

It was because of Mrs Lewis that David went out of his way to make Jason feel welcome. He spent more and more time at the Lewis' house, and the more time he spent there, the more his obsession with Mrs Lewis grew. Mrs Lewis was divorced from Jason's father, a wealthy city financer, which probably accounted for her being able to afford such a fine house, boasting five bedrooms and an indoor swimming pool. But it wasn't the obviously healthy state of her finances that attracted David. Mrs Lewis had a quiet air of authority about her that plagued David's mind, invading his dreams with erotic images never before experienced. Even during the waking hours, he would catch himself daydreaming about her.

For about a week nothing of actual note took place. David saw little of Mrs Lewis beyond a brief exchange of pleasantries at the front door and much of his time was spent with Jason. Slowly, little by little, Jason started to exert his will over David, asking him to run errands for him because he didn't know where the shops were; asking him to pass things to him that were easily within his own reach. Fired by the erotic images of Jason's mother, David, instead of being repulsed, found it strangely exciting to comply with the demands of another person. He caught himself dreaming, wondering what it would really be like to be at the beck and call of another person, especially in a sexual sense — Wow! That would be dynamite, but not with a man!

He dreamt of serving Mrs Lewis, running errands for her as he was doing for her son. Taking his clothes off as she commanded him, allowing her to do things to him, or him to her, all things and everything! His whole world became sexually charged in a way hitherto never experienced. It was as though he was looking at the world through different eyes. He would suddenly find himself semi-erect, waking-up from a daydream in the classroom, or roused from sleep, bathed in sweat with a huge and demanding erection.

Mrs Lewis of course suspected nothing. And if she did, she said and did nothing to either encourage or discourage David's attendance to her home as the weeks passed. Jason on the other hand appeared to treat his new found friend with total indifference, and started to use him more and more.

"Put the kettle on." Jason would command, and off David would go to make them both a drink, not forgetting to offer to make Mrs Lewis one at the same time.

When Mrs Lewis asked Jason to cut the grass, Jason protested strongly and David volunteered to do it for her. Slowly a mould was being set; David was becoming Jason's skivvy. Whilst this was happening at a subliminal level, things were about set for a radical change.

One evening David went to put the kettle on and as usual searched for Mrs Lewis to offer her a drink at the same time. David entered the kitchen after failing to find Mrs Lewis. On passing the French doors leading into the swimming pool, he spied Mrs Lewis and the sight near took his breath away. Mrs Lewis was standing by the pool changing into her swimming costume. She had her back to the door. David couldn't help himself, he lingered, watching her slip out of her things.

She was everything, and more, he imagined her to be. Slender and shapely, a picture of female perfection as she lowered her panties, unaware of the awe struck observer behind her. And then fate took a nasty twist as Jason walked into the kitchen. One look at David's red face and a cursory glance through the window as his mother pulled her costume on, told Jason everything. The bulge in David's trouser front was unmistakable, a confession of guilt.

"What the hell do you think you are doing spying on my mother like that?" Jason demanded angrily.

"I wasn't... I was going to offer her a drink. I couldn't find her and just came across her now." Despite being true, his excuse sounded feeble. David knew it and so did Jason.

"I think I'd better tell her what you've been up to in our house."

"No! Look, it was an accident. Don't upset her — I'm sorry, okay."

"What's it worth?"

"What?"

"My silence?"

"What do you want?" The idea of being reported to Mrs Lewis, maybe even his own parents too, and being banished from the Lewis household weighed heavily on his mind.

Jason looked at him hard, and then a small sneer of satisfaction crossed his face. "You'll be my slave. Do all the chores I hate, everything I tell you."

"What!?"

"You heard me. You'll do everything I tell you, no matter how humiliating, when I tell you. That's the deal, take it or leave it?"

"For how long?" David asked unhappily.

"Four weeks."

"A month!?" David cried, although he felt a month of doing the same as he had been doing wasn't so bad.

"One whole month of doing exactly as I tell you, no questions — you just obey." There was a glint in Jason's eyes that told David this would be very different to how things had been and he didn't know if that was a good thing or not. "Now go upstairs and we will finalise this properly, make it official."

David had no idea what Jason meant by his last remark, but he duly returned upstairs and nervously waited for Jason. He hoped to God that Jason wasn't conferring with his mother in his absence and telling her what he had just discovered. Jason arrived in his room. He looked David up and down, a thin smile of satisfaction on his face. He took out a pad and pen and handed them to David. "You write, I'll dictate, that way it's in your own handwriting and you won't be able to deny it."

"What have I got to write?"

"A confession, followed by your agreement to do everything I say, and I mean everything!"

Jason dictated the confession, deliberately wording it in the most damning way imaginable. When David started to protest, Jason gave him the ultimatum: write or he would go directly to his mother. He took the page when David had finished and read it through as he lounged back on his bed.

"This makes you my property for the next month." He said triumphantly, folding the page carefully. "I shall be like your king, your only objective is to serve me to my complete satisfaction every day for the next month — you will be my slave."

"W-what sort of things will I have to do?"

"Everything. Wash my car, run errands to the shops for my mother, cut the grass, kiss my ass..."

David chuckled at his last comment. Jason looked up at him. "You think I'm kidding? You'll suck my cock if I tell you. I'll even fuck your ass, or fuck your girlfriend if I want to."

Now that was one thing David was confident Jason would never do. Jackie would never allow Jason to so much as touch her, never mind fuck her. But sucking on Jason's cock was a different matter altogether...

"I'm not gay!" David protested.

"You'll be gay for the next month if I tell you. In fact you can start by taking all your clothes off right now!"

"What for!" David protested in horror.

"Because I said so!"

"Aw — come on, this is silly!"

"Now I'm going to whip your naked ass." Jason sneered at him pulling himself off the bed.

"You're joking, right?" David said nervously.

"It was six of the best, now it'll be twelve. Either do it or I run this note downstairs to my mother."

Gingerly, David took his t-shirt off and undid his trousers, "Your mother won't come in will she?"

"It will serve you right if she does — now get on with it."

Turning his back to Jason, David let his trousers drop.

"Everything — right off!"

"Come on..." David complained.

"Eighteen!"

"Jesus!" David swore under his breath, pulling his shorts off and standing totally nude in front of Jason, hands cupped modestly in front of himself.

Jason smirked, looking at him hard, "Lie facedown on the bed, grab the headboard with both hands and don't let go."

David moved to Jason's bed and apprehensively lowered himself down.

"Nice tight little ass," Jason commented with a chuckle, "Don't worry, I'll soon soften it up for you. Now spread your legs and bury your face in the pillow. You make a sound out of that pillow and we start all over again. Don't let go of the headboard or the same will happen, we start again."

Peering back at Jason he suddenly saw the folded belt in his hand. He pushed his face hard into the pillow and gritted his teeth. The cheeks of his ass clenched tight, braced for the blow. The first strap exploded across his rear. He gripped the headboard fiercely as he gasped with shock into the pillow. The second ball of fire erupting across his ass sent his legs bucking wildly as he forced his face into the pillow to bury his screech. Still he clung to the headboard as if his life depended on it. It didn't get any easier, each strap was measured in terms of pace and position. Eighteen painful lashes he endured, his raw behind a blazing mass of pain that seemed to torture every fibre of his being.

He stood before Jason, all trace of personal dignity fled him as he clutched his throbbing behind, biting back the tears that welled in his eyes. Not caring that Jason stood back in smug contentment or eyed his limp cock.

"Let that be your first lesson. You belong to me now. Cross me again, answer me back or fail to do as I tell you and you'll get more."

Jason made David remain naked as he had him tidy his bedroom for him while he lounged on his bed reading a magazine. Every so often he would look up and issue another command or set of instructions before turning back to his magazine. He allowed David to dress only to go downstairs and make him a coffee, as soon as he returned David was made to strip naked again while Jason laid the magazine down to watch.

When David returned home the first thing he did was examine himself in the mirror. He was appalled by the sight that met him. A mass of criss-crossing angry red welts greeted him. Worse still was how tender his behind was, it pained him just to touch himself.

That night he was forced to sleep on his side because his rear was so sore. That didn't stay his dreams though. The thought of Jason ordering him to undress and lie naked on his bed was weirdly exciting. Jason plagued his dreams, invaded his mind with images of being directed and dominated by him, of sucking Jason's cock. He woke suddenly, in pain, his ass on fire. He turned on the bed to relieve the pressure and realised he had a hard-on. A HARD-ON! Jeez, he couldn't believe it!

The next evening David went round to Jason's house as ordered, ordered mind you, no longer was it an invitation. Mrs Lewis opened the door to him and smiled.

"Go right up, Jason is expecting you."

David moved quickly upstairs without pausing to exchange his usual pleasantries with Mrs Lewis. Jason was in the shower and David waited quietly in his room, wondering what was in store for him this evening. Jason appeared with a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Get undressed." He ordered.

"Wha..."

The glaring look from Jason cut him short. "I want to see the marks I left on you last night."

David quickly stripped off his things and stood, hands cupped before him while Jason walked around him to view his ass.

"Get down on your hands and knees."

He dropped quickly to the floor, anxious to escape further punishment. Jason hovered behind him.

"Lower you forehead to the floor and stick your ass up in the air."

David complied, praying Mrs Lewis wouldn't suddenly walk in and catch him like this.

"Nice ass." Jason remarked. "Perhaps I should fuck you — get down behind you and stick my cock up your ass!"

"No... Please..." David whimpered with genuine anxiety. And then as a token of appeasement he added... "Sir."

"Sir — I like that." He walked around in front of David. "Actually I've got a better idea — sit up."

All ready feeling humiliated David pulled himself upright to sit back on his haunches despite his sore behind. The towel about Jason's waist fell to the floor and he found himself staring at Jason's hardening cock.

"You know what to do."

"I-I'm not sure what you mean." David stuttered, looking at Jason's cock lifting in the air.

"Yes you do, now just get on with it."

"Wha..."

"Do you want me to stick it up your ass?"

"No."

"Open your mouth then and suck you stupid bastard, or you'll feel my belt again."

David had never sucked a man's cock before and wasn't entirely sure how to go about it. Bewildered, he leaned forward, trying to catch Jason's bobbing cock in his mouth. He felt as ridiculous as he supposed he looked. He gave up and reached forward, taking it in his hand, then opened his mouth wide, pointing the head in the opening of his mouth before lightly closing his lips around Jason's cock.

He could not believe he was kneeling naked on the floor of Jason's bedroom sucking his cock. If Mrs Lewis should walk in he didn't know what he would do. The mere thought of Mrs Lewis walking and catching him like this started to make his own cock fill out.

Gaining slightly in confidence, he began to feed Jason's cock in and out of his mouth, bobbing his head back and forth, feeling the swell increase in Jason's cock as he worked. The slobbering noises he made while sucking on Jason's cock both startled and dismayed him, piling further indignity upon his humiliation. Only one thing was worse than the loud slurping noises and that was having to contend with the choking. Jason, it seemed, was determined to ram his cock down the back of his throat. Just when he thought to have got things properly under control, Jason flooded his mouth.

"Swallow." Jason wheezed., gripping David's head fiercely in a vice like grip.

David swallowed, although every instinct rebelled, telling him to spit the foul stuff from his mouth. When he had finished, Jason demanded that David lick his cock clean and he had to endure the embarrassment of kneeling before his tormentor and lick his cock.

Once dressed, Jason allowed David to put his things back on before telling him to go and wash his car and then make them both a cup of coffee. More than anything else in the world, David wanted a drink of something, anything to take away the foul salty taste of Jason's seed from his mouth.

He washed Jason's car, still thinking about what he had just done. It was like a vision on total replay, every feature in precise detail: Jason's coarse pubic hair before his eyes as his hips shoved back and forth, his cock filing his mouth, sliding over his tongue. The noisy slurping of his own mouth echoing back at him, so loud that half the street must have heard, and the deluge of hot fluid engulfing the back of his throat, filling his mouth with sourness. And then there was his tongue, licking the wilting cock, playing over the silky smoothness of another man's bulging helmet. Oh God, the thoughts were making him hard again — how could that be?

David cleaned up the tools and quickly went to make the coffee. The water he had gulped down from the hosepipe had failed to cleanse his mouth of the bitter taste of Jason. Not even the teaspoon of sugar he took while making the coffee helped expunge the taste entirely from his mouth. He decided against going in search of Mrs Lewis again in case he found her in some other compromising situation and as he headed out of the kitchen to the stairs he ran into her, almost spilling coffee over the two of them. She looked at the cups and then at David.

"Did I offend you somehow David?" She quizzed.

"I'm sorry Mrs Lewis — would you like a cup of coffee, I'll make you one."

"Tut-tut! Naughty boy," She teased, "I should smack your bottom for bad manners, but you might like that. Go on, I'll make my own."

David was galvanised with shock. Did she know? Mrs Lewis went down the hall before he could recover himself. He returned upstairs, troubled by Mrs Lewis' comments. It was quickly forgotten when Jason announced that he was going to invite a few people over for a small party in a couple of weeks time.