Chapter 12: First Morning as a Slave

(Clarence narrates)

I started the day off making coffee, knowing that soon this menial task would be part of the slave’s repertoire.

After relaxing a bit, I unlocked Hunter and made him deal with his soaking wet diaper. He looked so humiliated as he took it off and squeezed it out onto the floor as I commanded. I didn’t think he could look any more despondent but he might have managed it as I then made him lick the stale piss up of the rough concrete floor. When he had cleaned the floor to my satisfaction I told him to hang the diaper in the shower in case we needed it again. I explained that normally he’d be in charge of breakfast, but since we hadn’t figured out the routine, he could just start with the blowjobs.

With that, I unzipped my fly and let my morning wood stick out. I looked at Hunter expectantly and he hurriedly fell to his knees with my dick in his mouth. His form was terrible, and he was just far too stiff and nervous, but he eventually got the job done and I let him swallow my seed, even though he was supposed to be fasting for the audition.

“Hurry up and blow the twins,” I said, after buttoning my fly. With that, he got on his feet and scurried up to the twins’ room.

When he came down to the kitchen, he insolently reached out to take a piece of human food. Fortunately, I had the remote shocker at the ready to instantly discipline him. We needed him fasting for the audition, for some reason, but I didn’t bother to explain that to him. I asked him how the blowjobs went.

He looked confused and stammered “Master, I sucked their cocks and they came. I swallowed it.” Gulp. “Master.”

“That’s not really very perceptive. I think you need to pay more attention as part of your cocksucking training. You need to become obsessed with cocks, noticing the littlest details. Tell me a difference between their cocks.”

“Um, I didn’t notice any Master.”

“I’m going to let you off without a demerit today, but you need to pay more attention. Whenever you suck a cock from now on, I want you to remember three things about it.”

“Yes, Master.”

“And each morning as you suck the twins, I want you to discover new difference so that whenever I want to know how to tell the twins’ dicks apart, you will have a new answer for me, from now on. Understood?” I was sure the twins would like that after the last two years when he pretended he couldn’t tell them apart so just called them both CT.

“Good, now wait with your nose touching the corner.” I motioned to the far corner of the kitchen, “Stand there quietly in Slave Display until we have all finished our breakfast.”

Hunter did as he was told, wedging himself into the corner of our kitchen and then lacing his fingers behind his head. His elbows didn’t quite fit and were pressed back by the walls of the corner. I inspected his position, noting that his nose was directly in contact with the wall, as required. “Good job,” I said, encouragingly patting his firm shoulder.

I made a delicious breakfast for the free members of the household, and then I called the twins down. Their post-blowjob glow was obvious. As Hunter smelled and listened to us eat, his stomach growled out of hunger. “Oh geez, I cannot eat with that noise. Go and give yourself your enemas.” I complained. Adding, “And don’t even think about playing with your dick. I suspect you jacked off yesterday afternoon after your shower, don’t bother to deny it. We’ll need to get something at the store to deal with that problem.”

After Hunter left, Chad asked “Don’t you think he needs to be supervised? What if he jacks off?”

“Very good question, my young trainer in training,” I said, hoping to amuse and congratulate him. “That’s why I installed a hidden camera in his bathroom and bedroom.” I didn’t mention that I had installed them before he was even a slave, nor that I had cameras in the twins’ room and bathroom too.

On my laptop, I opened the password protected page with his bathroom feed, and turned it to face the twins. “Watch him closely, and if he touches himself, shock his balls. Make sure he gets a few strokes in so he can’t say it was an accident.” I handed him my shocker remote while telling them they should always keep theirs with them. They watched him giving himself a series of enemas, just as the professionals at the slave processing center had taught him.

As I was cleaning up breakfast, the twins started shouting excitedly, “He’s doing it, he’s doing it.” And indeed he was stroking it on the video. What a disappointing slave! “Give him a few shocks to his balls.” The very first shock caused him to jump making him fall straight on the floor. Slowly he began to get up and the twins shocked him again! After their third shock I said, “OK, that’s enough boys, he’s got a long day ahead of him.”