Bill and Slave

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BILL

By Luke Owens

Portland can be a boring town. Sometimes.
I was home on leave from the Navy and had gone out to Dahl
and Penne’s one Friday night (the Cell hadn’t opened yet, this
being only 1977). I was 21 and wearing my uniform, so I was
getting lots of attention, most of which I didn’t want. Then
Bill came up and told me I was coming home with him.
Now Bill wasn’t a prettyboy, but he was the hottest man I
have ever seen. He was wearing a khaki cop uniform and filled
it out better than most cops I have seen. I couldn’t see his
eyes because he was wearing mirrored sunglasses, but that only
made his fantasy image hotter. I was not only turned on by his
looks, but by his assurance that I would take his orders without
question. This was what I had been looking for! We went to his
place.
When we got to his place, Bill put me through my paces
after a short talk.
“I ain’t into no lovey-dovey crap,” he told me. “If I
wanted that, I would’ve picked up a drag queen or somethin’. By
accepting me, you’ve placed yourself under my orders and agreed
to follow them without hesitation or question. Understood?”
“Sir, yes, Sir!” I shouted, just like at boot camp.
“Good. Strip and put your uniform on that chair.”
I neatly folded my uniform and put it on the chair he had
pointed to. When I turned to face him, he was no more than six
inches from me, holding something made of leather. It was a
hood with laces up the back. He handed it to me and told me to
put it on.
He made sure the hood was on right before he laced up the
back and tied it down firmly. Then he put another piece of
leather over the eyepieces and it snapped on, blocking off my
vision. He then put my wrists into a pair of handcuffs and
locked them behind my back.
“We won’t bother with the gag until I decide you need it.
And you will,” he said with a grin I could hear, even though I
couldn’t see it.
He forced me down to my knees and pushed me down to his
boots and ordered me to lick them. I obeyed eagerly, boots
being one of my favorite things. I love the taste and smell of
polished leather and get a raging hard-on just looking at a nice
pair of boots or even thinking about them. I’m not so turned on
by the soles, but it’s all part of the scene, so when Bill
lifted the boots for me to clean the soles, I did. When I was
done with that, I took the toe of his boot into my mouth and
sucked on it like it was a hot cock. He laughed with surprise.
“Shit, you sure like my boots, don’t ya, boy?”
I mumbled indistinctly through my full mouth, unwilling to
give up that wonderful leather.
He hit me on top of my head, hard. It didn’t really hurt,
because of the hood, but it sure got my attention.
“When I ask you a question, boy, you stop what you’re doin’
and answer me! Got that?”
Reluctantly I pulled away from his boot.
“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir, it won’t happen again.”
“Sorry ain’t gonna get your ass fucked, boy. I’m gonna
have to punish you so you’ll remember. I’m gonna shave you.”
I started begging him not to; I didn’t want the guys on my
ship to see me without any hair on my body. I was promising to
be good; to do anything Bill wanted me to, as long as he didn’t
shave me.
I should have saved my breath; all I got for my begging was
a gag that snapped to the hood just like the blindfold.
He fastened some kind of collar around my neck and put a
leash on it. I was ordered to my knees and told not to get up
from them until I was given permission. Then Bill started
jerking on the leash and I had to follow him on my knees.
I heard a door open and felt a cool gust of air hit my
body. I balked and Bill jerked the leash harder, but I kept
fighting him; I didn’t want to be seen like that from the
street.
“Get your ass out here, kid,” he growled. “Ain’t nobody
gonna see ya. We’re just goin’ to the garage through the back
yard and that’s fenced in.” With that he gave a mighty jerk on
the leash and I fell out the door.
I managed to get back to my knees, no small feat without
the use of my hands, and Bill kept pulling on that leash the
whole time like he didn’t care if I was following under my own
power or not.
He got me into the garage and closed the door. I heard him
flip a switch and then he led me to the far wall and told me to
stand up.