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A collar is such a simple thing yet it states so much.

Eddy reached up and touched the leather for the seventh thousand time that day. It was his first time wearing it out of the house, and he just felt like a million dollars – polished, well-dressed, and handsome. Now that he was working a real, grown-up job, he could afford nice clothes and his Master had shown him the best places to shop – and the benefits of a tailor. His body was staring to show the work of all that time in the gym too, and Eddy felt like he was transforming. People glanced at his ass in public now; women’s eyes lingered on his face. He’d gone from a fat slob to a prime cut of tenderloin, and god, it felt great! Eddy dropped his hand. He had to remember to be humble and not be spoiled or narcissistic. He reveled in the benefits but the process was not his. This was his Master’s work.

His Master – bless him, for Eddy didn’t know how he did it – looked at the nasty piece of trash he used to be and saw how miserable he was. The transition to healthiness and fruitfulness had been brutal, and Eddy had wanted to quit and drown himself in pizza and porn so many times. If he hadn’t started falling for his Master and the reward of sex with him, then Eddy would have likely ran. But he didn’t. Looking back on it, Eddy realized what he wanted most of all wasn’t a smaller waistline, but love. He wanted to belong and be missed and be desired. His self-esteem was in such tatters, he couldn’t believe anyone would wish that upon him.

But his Master had. He’d taught Eddy so much that it was like going through college all over again. Four years of training, and they still weren’t done. Now though, it was more fun than ever. They had a bedroom just dedicated to kink and play, and his Master had perfected how to spank him in just the right way to make him cum without being touched…

Eddy shuddered. He hoped his Master fucked him when he got home from work tonight. He didn’t think he could crave dick until now – but god, his Master had such a strong and beautiful cock! It was a physical extension of his Master’s personality. He sighed dreamily and got on the train as it stopped in the station.

Eddy sat in a seat and absent-mindedly began to finger his collar again. The woman across the way eyed him. He smiled. He was his Master’s prize work, and he wanted everything to know it. Eddy was a success.

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A young pet.

“Aww, you look so frightened. My poor pet. The first few days are always so scary. Don’t you worry, I’m not going to torture you and lock you in a cage downstairs. That is, unless you want me to.” His eyes go wide. I try not to laugh at how easily he scares.
“You must be hungry. That was a long trip to my home from the auction center wasn’t it? Ah, you nodded. Haven’t found your voice yet hm? We’ll work on that. Well, lucky for you I made some pork congee last night. You probably don’t know what that is. It’s like Chinese comfort food, but once you add bok choy, it’s also perfect pet food – protein, vegetables, rice.“ I take a portion out of the fridge and put into his bowl, then pop it into the microwave. “Now some Masters don’t heat up their pet’s food, but honestly cold congee is disgusting and I wouldn’t wish that anyone, not even a pet.”
Out of the corner of my eye I see a teeny smile. “Thank you Sir,” he says oh-so-softly.
“Good boy,” I say gently in return with nod. He shifts. It must be hard for him to sit on the floor, with how boney his butt is. I make a note to get him a pillow so he can sit on the floor next to my chair at breakfast. “After you eat, I’m going to groom you – bath, hair, nails. You desperately need a haircut. Then, I’ll give you your wardrobe, show you your quarters, give you a tour… so much to do.” The microwave beeps. I take out the congee and stir it, then pop it back in.
“Maybe we’ll go on a walk so you can stretch your muscles. I’ll guide you through dinner, and then perhaps if you’re not falling asleep we can start on your first Mandarin lesson?”
He blinks owlishly.
“You were told I live in Shanghai and Hong Kong December through February right?”
“No Sir,” he responds.
I raise an eyebrow. “Huh. Well, I do. And I expect you to be able to communicate with my guests and serve their needs there too.” The microwave dings again. “Ah there we go.” I set the bowl down and fill a matching tin cup with water. I can hear his stomach growl from here. “Now you will have to earn your silverware, but you knew that. Let me get a cushion from the living room for your knees though. I don’t want bruises on you.” I fetch the flattest one I can find from the sofa.

I crouch next to him and set it down, then unlock his hand cuffs. “There you go. Eat up boy. Don’t worry about a mess. You’re getting a bath when you’re done anyway.”
He licks his lips. “Thank you Sir.”
I pat him on the head. “Good pet. I like that you know respect and manners. Saves me from having to break you in. Now, eat, eat. You don’t want it to get cold.”

I stand back and watch him bring the bowl to his face and eat. I then fold my arms. “Hm, now to come up with a name for you…”

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“Kip? Boy, what are you doing back there? Come on out now, it’s alright.”
“But…” he looks at the floor, his blue eyes obscured by long lashes. “You’ll look.”
I try to suppress an ‘aww’. Despite all the beef on his body, he’s cuddly and shy as a rabbit. “Yes, I will. There’s no reason to be ashamed of it.”
“Isn’t it …vulgar? To want to be nude?”
“No. You’re born nude aren’t you? To be honest Kip, I would go as far as saying that you are far too lovely to cover your body up with clothes anyway.”
He blushes all over and hides behind the curtain more. I remind myself that hardened leather daddys do not say “aww”. “If you’re really uncomfortable, you can put your underwear back on,” I offer. Maybe taking this slow wasn’t a good idea – glacial is probably a better speed for him.
He thinks about it and chews on his lower lip. “I came here to spend a weekend with you, to learn what it was like to be a houseboy. I should be more grateful for your patience, and not hiding behind you curtain.”
“How did you imagine this weekend would go?”

Kip blinks and twists his fingers in the sheer fabric of the drapes. “I imagined me cleaning, organizing, maybe cooking a little – domestic bliss, really, which is embarrassing.”
“Why is it embarrassing?” I ask, feeling more like a therapist than a Master.
“Because a man shouldn’t want to do those things,” he says softly.
“Ah.” I see what’s going on now. He thinks that coming out from behind that curtain means going against what it means to be a ‘man’. “Kip,” I say in a soft soothing voice, “Who dictates what a boy can or can’t do? You’re the only one who does. It’s just you and I here. There are no other judges. I respect men that accept who they are and embrace it. You’ve already made positive steps. You’ve recognized that you find peace in cleaning and tidying, that having a clean house is how you show affection and love to a man you like. Most people don’t get that far.”

His eyes light up. I can tell Kip is relieved I understand him. “I …just want to make someone happy. I know it’s selfish, but I’m really a homebody. I don’t want to do anything amazing, or receive a lot of attention. Just knowing my hard work makes someone else’s life easier and more comfortable makes me feel really content. Well the idea of it anyway…you know, it’d be nice to be on a nice farm, waking up to roosters, fetching the eggs, making my Master a new breakfast…”

“And you will get that. You are unshaped clay, Kip. You are going to make some man very happy one day.”
Kip smiles. “Really?”
“Yes. Tell me, when you pictured this lifestyle in your head, do you picture yourself nude?”
The pink color returns to his face. “Yes, normally.”
“Why?”
“Be… because,” he stumbles over his words and shifts his weight to the other foot. “Because… a man’s home is his domain. It’s his to access and use as he pleases. I think, a houseboy should be the same. They’re part of the house. If I’m covered up, then that sends a message that the Maser can not fully enjoy what he owns. That feels wrong.”
I nod. “After a long day at work, a man does appreciate coming home to a gorgeous naked boy and a clean spotless house.”
“I want that! I really do… but first I have to get over this fear of being naked. It’s so stupid. I think because I developed later than most boys, I used to change in the bathroom at school.”

The poor thing. There has to be something I can do. Then, I get an idea. “How about baby steps? Hold on a moment.” I leave the room and jog upstairs, returning a moment later with a pair of underwear. “Here. I think this will help.”
Kip accepts them and turns them over in his hands. The slinky blue fabric slips through his fingers like water. “Oh, they’re semi-transparent!”
“Yes. You’ll feel covered and secure, but I’ll still be able to see a bit. When you’re ready, we’ll move on to a more see-through pair.”
“Is this normal? I mean, for a houseboy in training?”
I fold my arms. “You have a long way to go until you’re ready to sign a contract, but there is nothing wrong with taking training slow. Every boy is different.”

Kip nods then ducks behinds the curtains to step into the underwear. I can see the silhouette of his soft member through the muslin. I sigh softly. Something about Kip just makes me want to cuddle him all day, to take picnics into meadows and make daisy crowns or something. Kip’s a delicate lad; I’m excited that he picked me to be the first man to explore his body and teach him pleasure. I imagine being inside of him would be like ascending to heaven. My cock begins to stir by the time Kip steps out from behind the curtain. I eye him from head to toe. The underwear fits him perfectly. They hug his waist and thighs, and make his eyes sparkle. He’s still blushing a little. He’s made the first step to his future.

“Excellent. Now, we can begin.”

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Text is fictional. Source is model Colt Pratte, photographed by Angela Rose. More pictures in source link.

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rip-spank-jerk:

regretting his predicament

Sean loses it after five swats. He covers his face but it doesn’t stop the tears. He knows better than this! He’s so ashamed to be getting a spanking after seven months of not getting one. He used to get them every other day, and thought he’d finally proved to his Master he was a good, obedient boy who did not make mistakes. He feels so helpless, like he hasn’t made any progress at all, bent over his Master’s knee. His cock has long been locked up, so he’s frustrated and uncomfortable and everything just sucks. Each strike stings and makes him yowl. Soon he’s just bawling.

All Sean wants is to be a good boy, but when he closes his eyes all he sees is the disappointment on his Master’s face when he came home. Sean had gotten his chores done early, and so he decided to dust the bookcase and his Master’s CD and vinyl collection. It wasn’t something he’d been told to do, but it was noticeably dusty so he decided to do it anyway.
It was an open bookcase and there was a gap between the displayed goods and the wall. In the process of moving things around to dust in the gap, a record slipped out of its sleeve and crashed onto the wooden floor, snapping in half. In the haste to catch it, Sean dropped another and it chipped and cracked.

The first was a rare, limited edition copy highly sought after by collectors. The second Sean had damaged had been one of the records given to his Master by his deceased father. There was nothing Sean could do expect wait until his Master got home and explain his errors in a heavy, sad voice. Fibbing would only lead to worse punishment once it was discovered.

Oh, he knows better! He really does! He’d been given very clear instructions – he was free to clean anything in the house, but never his Master’s personal things without permission. He’s fucked up, and for it, he got the wooden spoon. Sobs wrack Sean’s body each time the implement strikes red flesh and his muscles tremble; his Master spanks him until his hand begins to hurt. He then lowers the spoon and massages the tender muscle with his other hand.

When he spoke, Sean could hear that the seething anger in his voice had dissipated. “I want you to know, boy, I did not enjoy having to do this. To say I am disappointed is an understatement, but it also reflects on myself. I got comfortable and you got sloppy. I do not like hearing you cry, boy, but you know I had to punish you. The records cannot be fixed, but they will be replaced. I’ll talk to Miguel about getting you some labor hours to work off the debt.”
Sean only gasps and hiccups. “I’m so so sorry Sir, I’m so sorry. Thank you Sir for allowing me to work it off. I feel so ugly for having failed you.”

“It is good to work out your weaknesses while still fresh out of training. You’re released, but I have instructions for you. First, go blow your nose, wash your face, and fetch me a clean pair of pants as you leaked all over these. I’m not mad at you for that, I expected it. Then, you’re going to drink a cup of water, then go to your cot with an icepack and think about how you can be a better houseboy. If you ever want to ascend into training to wear my collar, you will think very hard.”

Sean’s throat is tight and he can barely push any more words out. “Y- yes Sir. Exactly as you said Sir.” Sean sniffles, his face the color of a ripe tomato.
“That’s a good boy now.” He helps Sean to his feet, stabilizing him as he blood rushed downwards. In a moment of impulse, he gives Sean a brief hug. Sean returns it instantly and exhales a ragged sigh. “I’ll be better Sir.”
“I know. And that starts now. Go on. You’re dismissed.”

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Text is fictional. Source is the watermark.