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[bowtiedboi]

First time dressed fully in a butler uniform, it feels a strange mix of discomfort and familiarity. How would you advise I proceed in achieving servitude?

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Apologies boy for my long-awaited response. It's been a few years but I'm back now to administer some badly needed appraisals. Thank you for your submission @paddedtech

This young butler looks like he is straight out of training classes: wearing the graduate's uniform of a white wingtip shirt, black necktie, dove grey waistcoat, and morning suit trousers and coat. An excellent day uniform for any potential servant. I am not surprised it brings to mind both discomfort and familiarity - to a modern boy used to tracksuits and t-shirts the tight stiff feeling of a uniform shirt and tie is certainly unusual to many. But once you get to the point where each day you wake up bright and early and put on the same tight and formal butler uniform, it will feel only too familiar.

In my household, butlers, servants, valets, and footmen wear white gloves and are clean-shaven. It is a matter of taste, of course, in how each Master decides how his service boys should present themselves. However, I have to admit I am a stickler for tradition. Servants who shave can recite in the mirror how important it is that they must always achieve the highest levels of cleanliness and hygiene. And for white gloves, while they may have an old-school classic aesthetic, Masters can be assured their glassware, cutlery and other property will not be smudged.

But of course, like I said, I write this as if this was still your first day of service and I hope my tardy response is appropriate advice. But some guidance for butlers is eternal: be formal and presentable, be obedient, do what your Master says. If you would like to send a new photo for a more accurate appraisal, or for any other boy who wishes to do the same, that would be welcome. I will not hold back.

[ravenous2bmax]

Pleased as punch with his new school sweater, alas, he seems to forget classes will be online this semester…

[lttlewing]

danny griffin as sky

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[diapered90]

[idesofrevolution]

The Great Archives

The Largest Collection of Male TF Stories

I’m going to be working on compiling all of the tf stories I possibly can think of, follow this new blog for the upcoming compilation. Once it’s completed, @cockcompendium will be closed.

[ravenous2bmax]

It has been so long since I posted here I am having trouble deciding between the colour and BW versions. My boy @goodboyfordragon and I have been riding out the storm as best we can until the plague passes, and well, boys will play all sorts of games when left alone! Here he pauses for a moment and I snapped a quick one, then back to the hijinx! I hope all of you are behaving better than we are and if you read this Pappa, it is just a little story and has no basis in fact~!

[benncaster]

[sl4v3b0yfromsk]

I create a rules for DD/lb in several categories. I would appreciate any feedback. Wrninig !!! My english is not very good :D !!! I hope you like it at least a little bit

[ellweb]

I found these a while back and they’re so useful ❤️ thanks for making them

[deeveel]

Hi! How are things going? Would like to see you in the knee high socks, as obedient boys should wear at all times to remember their place. Don’t you think?

[boyservantlife]

My new uniform - part 4

The trip in the car was an enjoyable one. I appreciated the air conditioning although this meant that my shirt was starting to feel cold wet. I was also allowed to have a chat with my Master, which was a bit of a change from the constant “Yes Sir” attitude. At first glance my Master could be seen as a quiet man with not a lot to say, but he was in fact an intelligent man capable to hold a conversation at any level, I was just not at his level. He asked me about my childhood and  my family. He asked about my father a lot. The truth is that, growing up, I lacked that traditional paternal figure and I think my Master could sense that. Yes, my father was strict in many ways, yet he wasn’t a loving or caring person towards his son. It is one of the reasons why I moved away from home seeking a new life, as the relationship with my father those days was almost non-existent.  My Master was definitely interested to hear all this, as he kept asking more and more questions. For my Master, the more he knew about me the better he could control me.

We arrived to my Master’s place. The same place I was heavily punished 2 days ago. It was a typical semi-attached English house of a considerable size, 2 floors, and a garden at the back. We got off the car , I took the shopping bags and  went through the front door of the house.

“Boy, you look so sloppy” - he said - “First, have a proper shower and be presentable for me again.

“Yes Sir, what should I wear Sir?. “

“You can wear your new uniform, grab one of the new shirts, a long sleeves one, the new pair of black trousers and your new black blazer. Keep the same tie.. And of course…” he continued - “grab a new pair of white briefs. You will  also start wearing a white vest everyday starting from now”.

“Yes Sir!” - I replied,  in a more confident way that I did an hour ago back in the shop. I was excited to see finally how everything would look and feel together after the shower.

“Before you start getting ready I will want to inspect your body” - he added - “Let’s see if you have done what I asked you to. Go now, get your clothes ready and use the shower on the guess bathroom”.

The shower felt so good; after all that sweat I was starting to feel a bit disgusted about my body odour. When I came out of the shower I dried myself quickly with the towel that was provided while I looked at myself in the mirror over the sink. Thinking about me getting dressed in my new uniform I was tempted to touch myself (my nipples were quite erect from the cool shower) but I decided that after the fitting room incident it probably wasn’t a good idea. Suddenly I noticed that on the  border of the sink top there was a recognisable  pot of Brylcreem, and next to it there was a comb. I was pretty sure that that wasn’t there when I came in the shower, I would have noticed the bright red recipient; but I knew exactly the reason why it was put there.

“All finished?!” - I heard my Master from the other room.

“Yes Sir!”

“Good boy. Let me inspect you” - My Master walked in. He had taken off the tie and jacket and remained with collar opened and waistcoat. He still looked as handsome as ever, and as dominant as ever. I thought this look really suited him. - “Spread your legs” - he commanded. I could see in his face something was wrong - “With this, boy, are 5 the times you haven’t acknowledge my commands today, I have been counting.” - there was a pause where he just stared at me with a serious look, then continued - “you know I prefer to punish you for all your mistakes at the end of the day, and you will. This is just a little extra which I hope it will help you to me more focused while serving your Master… I don’t want any more mistakes, understand boy!”

 “Yes Sir, I am sorry Sir.”

“Good, put your hands behind your head.”

“Yes Sir!”

“We haven’t talked in detail about positions. This will be a very important part of your training. We will work on it very soon. For now I just want you to remember that this position is the ‘display’ position and that normally I will ask for you to keep this position when you are naked, so I can see that no man hair is remained underneath your nose, including those armpits.” - As soon as I heard these words, I stood upright, straightened my arms and brought my chest forward. It suddenly felt  a real honour to be in that position for Master - “Wait here, boy” - he finished before leaving the room.  

Just half a minute later he returned. He was holding something in his hands, it was black and made of silicone with a characteristic shape I could easily recognise. It was an anal plug. I have definitely worn these on a couple of occasions before and I had mixed feelings about it. I remember at first it was really painful to put in, once inside it was a very pleasurable feeling  that made me feel content but after a while it starts to get uncomfortable to wear.  

“As punishment, this will be part of your uniform this afternoon” - said Master while shaking the plug by the base making it bounce slightly from side to side, which allowed me to appreciate the flexibility of the material. -  “Get on your knees, face on the floor and hold your checks apart with your hands. “

“Yes Sir” - I obeyed.

In this position I felt very small and exposed. I felt more like an object or a slave rather than the boy servant that my Master often described. I suddenly felt a cold feeling on my boy’s hole followed by a sharp feeling, something pressuring to get inside.  It was my Master’s finger being introduced inside my hairless and clean boy’s pussy. The cold  feel was the lubricant. The more he pressured the tighter I got. - “If you don’t relax, I will have to use force, boy … and then it will be painful” - Sir threatened. I tried my best to  recompose but it has been months since something external was inserted through my back hole.  Finally my Master exerted some strength and was able to introduce the whole finger in, which made   my muscles to finally relax. This first finger was quickly followed by what I felt was a second finger which had not difficulties getting in.  My Master kept moving both fingers in circle in order to stretch my muscles even more until he thought I was ready for the anal plug. Once my Master thought it was enough, without hesitation, he took the plug, and inserted it into my pussy, in a slow but steady movement against my tense muscles which slowly expanded, finalising with a sudden pop effect and a feeling of relief.

“Stand up, and assume the display position!”

“Yes Sir” - I did as told. While I moved I could feel the plug rubbing inside my boy’s hole. I pressed my muscles a couple of times, and wow.. it felt great!. A soft shivering run through my body, it was a feeling of submission, I felt owned and controlled.

“So, this afternoon, I am going to be busy doing some work in the library, but I am going to test your servant skills. If you are to become my permanent boy servant I want to make sure you carry out tasks following the right procedures and reaching my own standards. I have a list of tasks you have to complete today. You will be time monitored and you will wear the plug at all times until you have completed them.”

I looked at my Master mesmerised, almost hypnotised by his words. Some of them triggered me: ‘permanent boy servant’. ‘list of tasks’, ‘monitored’ ,'standards, 'procedures’. I Stood there listening with my mouth opened. They weren’t words new to me, we already chatted about my dreams and fantasies, how I wanted to become a permanent servant for a strict demanding Master, but this was different. He was serious when he said he wanted me to become his permanent live-in servant.

“I will show you around the house properly. As my servant, you will be familiar with everything in this house as it will be your responsibility to make sure everything is in order and spotless.” -  

“Yes Sir!” - I suddenly imagined him being like this at work, strict and demanding with all his employees, seeking perfection.  They probably didn’t wear a plug at work, though.

“ You have 5 minutes to get dressed in your new uniform. I want you ready and perfect for uniform inspection in my office. Go now!”.

“Yes Sir, thank you Sir” - I replied and obediently walked to the guess bedroom where I had already sorted and prepared the clothes on the bed.

[sergeant-adams-deactivated20240]

Proselytize

As suggested by @just-a-simple-bro​

Ben and I checked into our hotel leisurely, strolling down the corridor to find the right door. The convention didn’t start for almost another hour, as we had arrived a little earlier than expected. Our flight from Boston to Salt Lake City actually flew out early, allowing for more time at our disposal than intended. Luckily, the hotel had already prepared our room, so we decided to drop off our luggage and lounge around until it was time to depart.

Ben and I had come to the city for a nation-wide student council gathering; the convention hosting schools from all over the States. The two of us were chosen to represent our branch, being co-presidents of our high school. Ben and I had grown up together as best friends, living across the street from each other for the past 18 years. Somehow, our friendship had lasted through elementary, middle, and high school, developing into something much more as we came to realize our sexualities. Sophomore year was when we officially began dating, but we decided to keep our relationship hidden until graduation. We’d always been a great team, working our way through the schools to earn the top positions of our senior class, so it came as no surprise when we were selected to go to Utah for a few weeks in June.

Scanning the key against the lock, Ben lightly pushed the door open to reveal a rather expansive room. On the right lay a small kitchen and seating area, along with large windows that easily illuminated the room with natural light. The left contained two queen beds and a bathroom tucked away in the corner. Of course, the room came with all the classic other material items–a television, fridge, ironing board–but we were surprised to find some more peculiar items, like a Book of Mormon instead of the traditional Bible. Welcome to Salt Lake City, I guess.

“Oh yeah, this’ll be perfect!” Ben exclaimed with an exuberant tenor voice. Jumping onto the bed, his heavier body bounced against the soft mattress. Ben had always been a little chubbier than I, hiding away from sports while I’d stuck to tennis. He’d developed a slightly bigger body, meaty but powerful. Although he looked a overweight, he actually had an impressive amount of strength and some sizable muscles. He had some rather large feet too–almost Size 12 to be exact–which easily satisfied my newly emerging foot fetish. And as always, the popular saying was right; Ben’s cock hit an imposing 7.5 inches when hard, which made my 5 inches seem like nothing.

Although Ben wasn’t athletic, he was fairly brainy and had a great personality. He was kind and deliberate, knowing what to say when, and he always knew how to make me smile. He was the shoulder I could lean on or the fist that would punch. Ben almost seemed flawless, but thankfully he had a few faults. Over the past year, he’d become known to be an A-List partier, drinking and drunkenly cussing until minutes before the cops would arrive. He’d also developed an incurable caffeine addiction, drinking almost 3 cups of coffee every morning just to get out of the house. Fortunately for him, I was a pretty decent boyfriend too.

“Don’t know why they gave us two beds, when we really only needed one,” I quipped back in my heavier baritone. I hopped on the bed beside him, my longer body at 5’9 barely stretching past his 5’8. As I’d mentioned before, the only sport I’ve really pursued was tennis, although I’ve still kept my body in fairly good shape. A decent build with decent arms, I was at least better than skinny, even if my dick said otherwise. I had other features that stood out too, like my soft  blond hair or my plump, kissable lips. I could be humorous and spontaneous if I wasn’t shy, but I still knew Ben was a better boyfriend for me than I was for him. However, as luck would have it, I loved to play the caregiver. I adored showering my boyfriend with gifts to show my devotion, while also helping fix his faults. I had my own problems too, with Pornhub as my most-searched website for the past 4 years, but it was hard for me to focus on myself when Ben was my first priority.

“Oh, you think you get to decide what we’re doing tonight?” Ben growled playfully.

“What was your idea?” I surrendered.

“We have plenty of extra time, so I might as well show you.”

As Ben and I began to remove our plane clothes, we were surprised to hear a subtle knock at the door. I heaved a disappointed grunt as I pulled up my jeans, letting Ben answer while he readjusted his burnt orange tee shirt.

“Hello?” Ben asked, his tone sounding uncertain.

“Hello!” a chipper lad replied from the other side, his register the same as Ben’s. “Are we speaking to Ben Earnshaw and Fred Allen?”

“Yes? May I ask who we’re speaking to?”

“Absolutely!”

Two young men pushed their way into the room, moving to the windows as they confidently placed themselves in the middle of the small area. Ben took a seat on the other bed as I remained still, confused by the two strangers. They were both dressed in pristine tuxes, wearing form-fitting navy suit-coats and pants. The white-collared shirts and ties did nothing to hide their well-sculpted bodies beneath, as it was obvious they both were passionate about physical health. Not only that, but their faces were rather handsome too, with the shorter one’s boasting a more childish cute and the taller’s a more mature sexy.

“Thank you both for letting us speak to you today!” The shorter one, whose voice we had heard before, seemed much more eager than anyone else in the room.

“My name is Elder Poulsen, and my companion here is Elder Beckstead.”

“Howdy, folks. Dang, this is a great room ya got ‘ere!”

Elder Poulsen shot the taller man with a harsh glare, silencing him. Although Elder Beckstead’s deep guttural tone seemed intimidating, Elder Poulsen acted as if he was the alpha of the two.

“Sorry about his language: southerners are always take the conversion the slowest,” Elder Poulsen apologized. “We’ll have the Texan out of him soon enough!”

Elder Beckstead simply guffawed as Elder Poulsen continued.

“Anyway, we are here to spread the news of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ! As members of the LDS movement, it is our mission to spread His word and bring new people to Him.”

As Elder Poulsen rambled on, I exchanged glances with Ben, speaking to him through my eyebrows.

LDS? I arched.

He grabbed a book from the bedside table and pointed to the word “Mormon.”

Oh, I rolled my eyes. Should we make them leave?

No. Ben shook his head violently and then smirked. They’re pretty hot.

No ki-

“Ah, Earnshaw, I see you’ve already got a Book,” Elder Poulsen interrupted our wordless conversation, somehow knowing who was who. I assumed he was calling us by last name as we would be doing the same. “Shoot, looks like I only got one extra. This is for you, Allen. Now, let’s start off at the very beginning with the basic rules and instructions of the Book.”

I grumbled silently to myself, thanking and cursing whomever had decided to send these two our way. We had no idea where the missionaries had come from, and Ben and I weren’t really devoted to any religion, making this scenario both awkward and aggravating. On the other hand, the two were both incredibly attractive, with the one a peppy brainiac and the other a southern brute, it was something Ben and I would surely role-play later tonight.

“Alright, Earsaw!” Elder Poulsen shouted suddenly, his excitement hiding the mispronouncing of Ben’s name. “Would you help me review some of the books in this divine scripture?”

“Damn it…” Ben stuttered. “Sure?”

“Thank you. Please name all the individual segments of the Book of Mormon. Take as much time as you need.”

“Well,” Ben seemed petrified, as he also hadn’t been paying any attention. “There are the Testimonies, the Illustrations, the First Book of Nephi, The Second…”

Ben droned on as the words escaped his mouth, amazing me beyond shock. Somehow, he uttered almost 20 different names, all of which turned out to be correct. Looking between the three other men, it seemed that I was the only one about to fall over of a heart attack. Even Ben didn’t seem surprised, smiling gleefully as Elder Poulsen moved on. Apparently Ben knew a little bit more about the Mormons than I had.

“Alle,” Elder Poulsen looked in my direction. “It’s now your turn for a question.”

“Okay.” I swung my legs over the bed, ready to run.

“Who initiated the Mormon faith?

Shit, Shit, Shit! I thought, having no recollection of the answer. Not knowing what else to say, I decided to guess.

“Joseph Smith?”

“That’s correct!”

I popped a huge grin as I felt a wave of euphoria cascade across my body. I felt so proud, my ego blooming with pride. I was glad I was given such an easy question, but I’d hoped now for something a bit more challenging than Ben’s. Everyone knew the founder of the LDS movement, but not everyone could name every book. Ben and I both could, as we had studied the Book of Mormon over countless nights, but overall I was just glad I’d gotten a question I could reply too. Hopefully, the next round would provide something a little more fruitful.

For the next few minutes, Elder Beckstead continued the speech, this time asking simpler questions than the other Elder had.

“Um…Earsah,” Elder Beckstead grunted. “Can yeh name one part of our health code ‘Word of Wisdom’?”

“No alcohol or coffee, right?”

“Golly–yeh got it!”

Ben experienced the same joy again as the words escaped him. I’d known that answer already, so I prayed for something a little different.

“Able, what’s another answer for the last question?”

“No pornography?”

“That’ll do it!”

A sense of deja vu swept over me as the euphoria came once again. I beamed a goofy smile as the familiar feeling of warmth filled my body. Everyone knew that Christians couldn’t watch pornography, so I assumed the same would be for Mormons. I’d never seen any myself, but it must have been a rather horrible experience if it was such a serious sin. Sadly, Elder Beckstead’s question turned out to be rather undemanding too, so maybe this next round would be a little more challenging.

“Elarsah,” Elder Poulsen questioned. “Inform us of our clothing and how it is regulated by the LDS church.”

“No problem.” Ben thought over the question for a moment and then answered: “Men should only wear wrinkle-resistant suits and ties. White shirts can be worn under suits, but they have to  be polyester-blend. In colder weather, we allow for sweaters and vests. Men also must wear closed-toe and closed-heel dress shoes or boots with matching socks. No backpacks or hoodies are allowed, and hair should be kept short and professional.”

“Perfect.” Elder Poulsen seemed pleased, however, I was not. How was I supposed to win if Ben kept answering all the questions with such ease? He had nailed that response, hitting every important detail. Ben had probably only gotten it right because the answer was literally right in front of him, and on him. I sighed, tightening my striped light blue tie and feeling the light scratch of the white collar caress my throat. The black khakis I was wearing hid my furious legs shaking, but the anxious taps of my feet were amplified by the heels of my dress shoes. I’d need to stay collected if I wanted to win.

“Ableh, you look excited for your turn,” Elder Poulsen noted. “Besides the ‘Word of Wisdom’, what other general health guidelines do we practice?”

“Simple. We maintain a steady diet and work out regularly for a healthy, athletic body. Nothing big as we do not show off, but nothing small either, as we need to be relatively well built.”

Elder Poulsen looked about as satisfied with my response as I had felt. Certainly, Ben couldn’t come back from that one, but my answer had been laid out in front of me too. All four of us men had nicely developed bodies. Ben and I alone had spent every other day in the gym, as growing up together had provided us with a pretty good bond. We both had sculpted abs and forearms, along with the brawny legs of any strapping young men. The two of us were inseparable as best friends, but that felt like it was as far as our relationship could ever grow.

“Next is Elirsah,” Elder Beckstead picked from where Elder Poulsen had left off. “Which way do Mormons tend ta sway in politics?”

“Conservative, of course.”

That question made me cackle under my breath. That was obvious–why wouldn’t someone be Red, especially Mormons?

“Abreha, I want yeh to tell us a little about our views on chastity,” Elder Beckstead emphasized. 

“My pleasure,” I replied smoothly, finally getting the harder prompt I had wanted. “It is our duty to abstain until marriage, only performing intercourse after committing to someone fully. Pre-marital sex is a serious sin, and it is our job to stay faithful throughout our marriages. That is why we wear these too.” I tugged at the temple garments under my clothes pompously, showing off to Ben. His face flashed with momentary competition, before cockily showing his own. I could tell we was a little jealous that I had answered the question so perfectly.

“That’s correct,” Elder Beckstead responded happily. “Seein’ that yeh too aren’t married yet, I’d presume yer both virgins?”

“Indeed.”

The answer escaped both of our lips before we had time to consider the question. For some reason, something was telling me that Ben and I had had intercourse before, but that couldn’t be right. I was still pure, waiting patiently until I’d found that special person. I’d have to be abstinent until then. Strangely, the thought of Ben in a romantic sense was starting to repulse me, but I ignored the thought as Elder Poulsen began to speak again. The missionaries were so polite and confident, it now seemed almost rude to not to listen and do what they asked us to do.

“Your next, Elijah,” Elder Poulsen grinned. “Where’s the largest population of Mormons located?”

“Dang, I should know this one,” Elijah mumbled. He straightened up his back while he thought, making his 5’10 frame seem taller. I noticed how he had adopted the cleaner language of the other two men, making me quietly chuckle.

“Oh! Utah, of course!”

All four of us men laughed merrily at Elijah’s initial confusion. It was an easy answer, especially for us, for we had lived here our entire lives! Sometimes, Elijah seemed a little dull. I would know, as I’d known him for a few years now.

“Abraham,” Elder Poulsen’s voice almost seemed taunting, as if he was trying to signal something else to me. “About how many members of the Mormon church are there around the world?”

Shoot, Shoot, Shoot! I thought, having no recollection of the answer. Not knowing what else to say, I decided to guess.

“Over 16 million.”

“Good answer!”

I arched my back up in relief, only now noticing I’d been hunched over in apprehension, which probably wasn’t good for my 5’10 figure. I smiled cockily at Elijah, lightly tapping one of my Size 14 feet against the ground in arrogance. He copied me, creating the same noise with his identically massive feet.

“Alright guys, now time for the final round.” Elder Beckstead was becoming more ecstatic with every passing second, as if he was expecting something incredible to happen.

“Elder Benson, what’s the Mormons’ view on homosexuality?”

“Being that ‘sexual relations are proper only between a man and a woman who are legally and lawfully wedded as husband and wife’,” Elder Benson quoted. “Homosexual relations are not tolerated by the LDS movement. Homosexuals must live a celibate by not acting on their sexual desires to stay a Mormon.”

“I like that answer,” Elder Beckstead replied brazenly, and I agreed. If it was stated by the church, then it had to be true. This dilemma had never bothered me before, as I’d always proudly been a straight man, longing to find the woman I’d marry. The idea of sexual relations with another man disgusted me, and I knew it would never bring my penis to full staff (which I had recently learned was now 8 inches). I’d dated a few girls in high school, but none of them had been looking for the same commitment I desired.

“Last but not least, Elder Feldsted,” Elder Beckstead announced. “What is yer duty as a Mormon missionary?”

“To state it clearly,” I explained. “All LDS men are expected to serve a two-year, full-time proselytizing mission. Prospective male missionaries must be between ages 18 to 25, not yet married, and meet respective criteria for physical fitness and spiritual worthiness. Missionaries do not choose where they serve, and are expected to fund their missions themselves or with the aid of their families. Ultimately, the goal of a missionary is to expand and find new members for the LDS movement.”

A small shock traveled through my body as I finished my statement, causing me to jolt a little in my seat. I noticed Elder Benson twitch similarly on his bed. Funny how we’d met only an hour ago and we already seemed to be mimicking each other. Elder Poulsen grunted softly, garnering our attention once more. We turned to face him, our books still lying open on our laps as we waited intently for him to speak.

“Well,” Elder Poulsen began. “It seems to us that you two know what you’re talking about.” 

The other Elders seemed very content with themselves, the Texan now as peppy as the other had been before. “Elder Feldsted, you’ll notice I left you a roster of potential converts and their hotel rooms in your book. We’ll go off to another location, as it seems you two can handle it here. Any questions?”

“Not at all, Elder Poulsen,” we replied in unison.

“Alright, we’ll meet you here again later tonight to see your progress.”

The two elders walked gracefully out the door, making a quick and precise exit. Unknown to them, I could hear their conversation as they left, but I hadn’t the slightest idea as to what they meant.

“That was… unbelievable!” Elder Beckstead almost shouted.

“Shh!” Elder Poulsen hushed. “And yes, it was. Conversion has become much easier these past few years, and thanks to the spawn we left in this building, the whole place should be crawling with Mormons when we’re back.”

“And you said I’ll look like them in a coupla days?”

“Correct. For some reason, northerners adapt instantly while it takes about a week for men like you. Seein’ that you’ve already lost an inch or two and some muscle mass, I’d bet you’d be looking and talking like us in 48 hours.”

“Awesome!”

After that, all I could hear was the clunking of their shoes as they strolled down the hallway. I turned to Elder Benson and, skimming through the list Elder Poulsen had provided, chose the first target.

“How does this look, Elder Benson?” I inquired, pointing to a pair of pictures. The first had a red-headed male who looked to be about my age. The second seemed similar in years, only with black hair and an olive skin. Apparently, they were both here for some high school student council convention.

“I think they would be great, Elder Feldsted,” Elder Benson responded cheerily. “Then again, I would say that about any new member.”

We both chortled at that and, after grabbing our materials, headed out the door to proselytize.

[yes-sir-boss]

The intern needs a promotion

[youngsuitedboi]

Contract Part 1

Before uploading more from my past, my Master ordered me to share the contract we have with you. Every attachment will be uploaded separately. 

Master´s note: Dear Friends, if you have any other ideas or improvements, let me know so I can bring my Slave to perfection. 

                   The Final Slave Transformation Agreement

I, Alex Harris (date of birth: 5.5.1999) will serve to William Harris (Master - from now on) according to the conditions described later in this document.

I will honour my Master in every moment of my life, I promise I will do everything to please my Master and to make Him happy. I declare I am becoming my Master´s slave willingly and I understand that withdrawal of this Agreement is not possible.

1. Duration of the contract:

           1.1. The Final Slave Transformation Agreement (the ´Slave Contract´) is                    valid from the day of signing this contract and it´s not possible to                          terminate this contract. Both parties agree to follow this contract as a                    whole and each point of this contract from the Attachments.

           1.2. This Slave Contract is the last and only contract that will be signed                      by both parties. As the contract is not possible to terminate, this                            contract will lose its validity the day of the Slave´s death.

           1.3. In the case of the Master´s death, the Slave will not lose its status.                        More information about the Master´s death can be found in section 9.

           1.4. All parts of this Agreement can be changed by the Master at any                          point of the duration of the contract when needed.

2. Definition of main terms:

           2.1. The Master is the only and inclusive owner of the Slave. His word is                    holy.

           2.2. The Slave is the property of the Master. The Slave follows every                          Master´s order.

           2.3. The Final Slave Transformation Agreement is a last and final                                contract between Master and Slave.

By signing this first page of The Final Slave Transformation Agreement, the Agreement enters in the force immediately. There will be 3 copies of the Agreement ( Paper copy for Master, Paperback copy for Slave always accessible for Slave´s reading in his room, and one online copy.)

Date:___5.5.2019___

                                   Paper copies of this contract were signed

_____________________                             _______________________  

       Alex Harris (Slave)                                         William Harris (Master)

                    Attachment no.1 - Rights and Responsibilities

Definition of main terms:

-The Master is the only and inclusive owner of the Slave. His word is holy.

-The Slave is the property of the Master. The Slave follows every Master´s order.

-Temporary Custody of the Slave (TCS) is a period of the time when the Master sends the Slave for an advanced training program.

-Definition of the term ´Grounded´ can be found in attachment 3 under point 6.4.5.

-Slave´s Area of Free Movement (AFM) is a weekly updated document of areas within the property where the Slave has access at the moment.

   3. Master and his Rights and Responsibilities

          3.1. Master is the only and inclusive owner of the Slave.

          3.2. Master will take over the Slave´s life and will control each aspect of it.

          3.3. Master controls the Slave 24 hours/7 days in the week.

               3.3.1. Master controls the appearance of the Slave. (more in section 8)

               3.3.2. Master is in charge of the diet of the Slave.

               3.3.3. Master controls the progress of the Slave and punishes him                                 when needed. (Punishments described in section 6)

               3.3.4. Master controls the Slave´s daily routine and setting the                                       bedtime. (Daily routines described in section 5)

               3.3.5. Master is in charge of all biologic needs of the Slave.

               3.3.6 Master reserves the right for any changes in the rights described                          above.

          3.4. Master cannot sell the Slave as he committed himself in training and                   education of the slave by signing this contract.

               3.4.1. Master has a right to send the Slave for a temporary advanced                             training into another facility. By this, He gives permission to                                   another Master for Temporary Custody of the Slave (TCS). TCS                           form needs to be signed by both parties.

               3.4.2. TCS can last up to 6 months of continuous service to another                              Master.

          3.5. Master will not leave the Slave unattended for more than 48 hours.                       Special conditions may apply.

               3.5.1. If Master punished Slave to be ´Grounded´ in his room, 3.5. can                           last up the week in case of CCTV monitors the Slave and no                                human contact can be provided.

          3.6. Master will become the Slave´s legal guardian if this act was not                           completed before signing of this Contract.

          3.7. Master gives or removing permissions or rights of the Slave                                 according to His own free will.

          3.8. Master determines the Slave´s Area of Free Movement (AFM)

               3.8.1. AFM can be extended, constricted or partially/fully restricted at                             any point.

          3.9. Master has any right to punish his Slave at any time of the day or                         night. No restrictions apply.

4. Slave and his Responsibilities

          4.1. By his signature, the Slave loses all rights. He loses his name and                       from now on will be called ´Slave´ or in another humiliating way.

          4.2. Opinions and feeling of the Slave are no longer relevant.

          4.3. Slave puts all faith in Master.

          4.4. The slave will be punished for all mistakes and will be thankful. The                     slave will do anything to correct his behaviour in order to please his                     Master.

               4.4.1. In the case of insufficient correction, Slave has to report this                                 immediately to Master.

               4.4.2. The Slave will accept further and more strict punishment. (All                               punishment rules can be found in section 6)

          4.5. Slave thanks for every gift his Master provides him and he is thankful                   for every moment in the Master´s presence.

          4.6. As Slave is no longer considered human, it will be used as a servant,                   object or stored until needed.

          4.7. The Slave can only wear approved clothes (more in section 7)

          4.8. The chastity belt is essential. It helps the Slave to focus on his tasks.

               4.8.1. Chastity belt will be worn permanently.

               4.8.2. Allowed chastity belt material is exclusively metal.

               4.8.3. Chastity belt needs to cover the whole penis and also the                                     testicles area. (See:https://www.steelwerksextreme.com/male-chastity-device/alchemist)

               4.8.4. If chastity belt temporarily removed (cleaning purposes,                                         switching for a smaller size etc.) slave will be fully tied up and                               blindfolded.

               4.8.5. The Slave will never see his penis again.

               4.8.6. Any unauthorized attempt to remove the chastity belt will result                             in further punishment. Any type of punishment may apply.

               4.8.7. The Slave has to show the cage at any point when the Master                                requires, to confirm he is still wearing it.

               4.8.8. The Slave will never experience orgasm and will keep horny                                 whole time.

                    4.8.8.1 Anal milking is allowed for medical reasons.

               4.8.9. Slave has to keep his device clean.

               4.8.10. It is the Slave´s responsibility to report any defects to a cage. A                             new cage will be provided immediately

          4.9. The Slave has to be ready to serve 24/7/365

          4.10. The slave is required to read this agreement every Monday and                           Thursday as a reminder of his status. Re-reading is also required                        when the Slave break the rule.

          4.11. The Slave will serve all Master´s guests accordingly to Master´s                           specifications.

          4.12. The Slave can freely move just in areas permitted in AFM form.

               4.12.1. It is the Slave´s responsibility to keep its AFM updated.

[youngsuitedboi]

A very special relationship

Chapter 1

It was 6:15 PM when Alex returned home from work. Alex was a 25-year-old young man working a regular 9-to-5 office job. When he opened the door to his apartment, Tom greeted him. Tom was a 23-year-old student, and every day at this time, he would kneel naked in the hallway and eagerly wait for Alex's arrival. The two quietly exchanged longing looks and cute smiles as they greeted each other. Alex winked at Tom just before putting away his work bag, taking off his coat, and walking toward Tom, who was still on his knees. Tom hugged Alex's lower body, and Alex reciprocated by stroking Tom's head.

After about 4 minutes, it was time for Alex to undress from his work suit. Neither of them was allowed to wear clothes while at home, and Sir knew what was Alex´s exact arrival time. The boys had only 5 minutes to greet each other and get Alex undressed. This task was well coordinated, appearing like a ballet performance to any bystander. While Alex untied his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, Tom worked on Alex's shoes and then moved to his belt and trousers. Alex took off his shirt, revealing the metal collar that he and Tom had to wear at all times. Alex touched his collar as a reminder of his position before reaching for Tom's collar. Their collars were identical, symbolizing their shared destinies.

At that moment, Tom removed Alex's last piece of clothing—his white briefs. Both boys were now naked, wearing only their collars and small chastity cages. Tom, still on his knees, wanted to show his appreciation that his boyfriend was home, so he lightly kissed the tip of Alex's caged cock. Alex loved that. He cherished the daily sensation, knowing it could change at any time if their Master decided to stop it. However, their Master hadn't done so yet, and both boys were thankful for that.

Their actions were perfectly timed, and the boys finished exactly at 6:20 PM. It was now time for Tom to stand up and grab the rope from the shelf next to the main door. The rope, 1.5 meters long, was one of the newest restrictive inventions from their Sir. Tom attached one end of the rope to his collar and the other end to Alex's collar. This ensured that the boys never separated while in the flat, as they had to do everything together, strengthening their relationship. From the Master's perspective, the rope served a simpler purpose—it eliminated the need for him to search through the cameras installed all over their apartment to find his boys. The rope ensured they were always found together in the same spot.

At exactly 6:20 PM, both boys looked into the camera installed in the corner of their hallway. A moment later, the voice they feared the most (but not this time) said, "Good boys." Those two simple words made the boys sink deeper into their submissive mindset, filling them with pride that they had made it on time. This was the only time they knew their Master would address and praise them. Every day, at the same time, those same words. If they were to hear their Master's voice at a different time of day, it would only be to introduce a new rule to their lives or announce some kind of punishment. That moment filled them with fear.

[chuck-arts]

[dressed-euphoric]

Mr. Dapper Dalton

By. Euphoric Dressed

A college student unexpectedly tastes a transformation when helping out a friendly dapper neighbor.

Word Count: 5971

Part 1

“Hello Mr. Dalton!” Nate waved a hand towards Mr. Dalton behind his fenced yard.

On Nate’s path to campus, he would walk by a modern two story home made out of wood and stone. Within that home resides Mr. Dalton who lived alone.

Mr. Dalton wasn’t always the friendly soul. In fact, it took Nate a couple of weeks to get Mr. Dalton to warm up. In the beginning, Nate would often smile and greet with a friendly gesture only to be met with a stern face. Slowly over time, Mr. Dalton would return the favor. Before they both knew it, they both found themselves exchanging pleasantries.

But what drew Nate to Mr. Dalton was the way Mr. Dalton held himself. Mr. Dalton was certainly the odd one in the neighborhood: he only wore a dress shirt and trousers. Only a few times where Mr. Dalton would have worn a polo shirt. Other times, Mr. Dalton would be seen wearing a tie with or without a blazer, and occasionally suits.

Along with his outfit were his traditional shoes: loafers and oxfords. He would wear loafers for the casual days and oxfords at any time he so chooses. Each style of footwear aiding in the construction of his image, creating a clean break with his trousers. Mr. Dalton loves his medium break, but was known to switch it up between a low break and a full break.

Nate did consider Mr. Dalton to be attractive for his age. Mr. Dalton’s brown hair was always neatly combed with small streaks of gray hair running through like small streams. What distinguished Mr. Dalton even more was the complimentary moustache Mr. Dalton had: a neatly combed thick brown moustache.

Nate always wondered how it would be like to be in Mr. Dalton’s spot. To make it a mission to be dressed dapper and well, certainly looked different and better than others. It definitely added to Mr. Dalton's charm.

Mr. Dalton walked up to the fence with his crossed arms, observing the physicality of Nate like he always does. Nate had black hair with bangs that would hang just above his brown eyes. Nate was dressed in his dark jeans and navy shirt. Nate wasn't particularly thin or stocky but an average build. He was shorter than most of his peers, including Mr. Dalton, with his 5’ 5”.

They usually exchanged their greetings with each other but today was different. Nate was on his way to shop.

“For clothes?” Mr. Dalton asked. Mr. Dalton wore his white dress shirt tucked into his sharp creased khaki trousers that fell upon his brown loafers, creating a small break.

“Yeah. I’m actually running low on clothes so I ought to buy some more.” Nate responded, “although, Mr. Dalton, you look quite dashing as you always are.”

Mr. Dalton grinned towards Nate, “with the way you’re shopping for clothes, you should grab yourself some trousers, dress shirts and a tie. I’m sure you’ll be quite dashing as well.”

Nate laughed and shrugged at the thought knowing what Mr. Dalton was implying, “I don’t think I’ll have the confidence to wear it around everyday like you.”

“That’s not true, it’s simple to put it on,” Mr. Dalton assures, “or you could have someone hold you accountable if you are worried about ‘confidence’.”

“As in you?” Nate looked at him.

“Yes,” Mr. Dalton grinned, “as in I could help you achieve that if you wish for it.”

Nate shrugged, “thank you Mr. Dalton, but I think I’ll be alright.”

“Well, it’s a shame.” Mr. Dalton frowned upon Nate’s response.

Nate nodded silently towards Mr. Dalton. Nate didn’t know what Mr. Dalton meant by the statement but quickly dismissed the thought.

“Well, it was nice seeing you Mr. Dalton, I will see you occasionally?” Nate brought up.

“You’re leaving that soon?” Mr. Dalton disappointedly said, “and here I thought I could sneak in a favor.”

“A favor?”

“I just bought a new suit for my son. I don’t know if it would fit for him but… I believe you and him had the same body physique.”

Nate nodded and waited to hear more.

“I’m wondering if you could do me a favor and try the suit for me. It would help greatly in the visualization.” Mr. Dalton suggested.

Nate stood there and pondered. Now that he had thought of it, he had never entered Mr. Dalton home over the course of their interaction. More so, it was the first request Mr. Dalton had from their relationship. After all, Nate did started to consider Mr. Dalton as a friend. Strangely, Nate didn’t know why he wanted to be friends with Mr. Dalton in the first place.

“Yeah. Sure.” Nate hesitated a bit before realizing that it was a simple matter.

Nate stopped by the fence gate and into Mr. Dalton yard. Mr. Dalton couldn’t help but give a wry smile upon Nate’s entrance. He placed his hands on Nate’s shoulder and rubbed it a bit, which Nate didn’t mind.

“Thank you.” Mr. Dalton said appreciatively, “come on in.”

Mr. Dalton led the way into his home. He first opened the amber wooden door that led into an entrance hallway. Nate took a step in and was greeted by the coziness of the hallway. A pleasant smell of wood mixed with a hint of lavender and mint filled the rooms.

“This way.” Mr. Dalton walked in front of him and into an archway on the hallway to the left.

Nate followed and was eventually led to a bedroom. Nate didn’t pay too much attention to the fact that he was led into a bedroom. After all, Nate was just going to try on a suit Mr. Dalton had bought for his son. It would have made sense that the suit was to be stored in the bedroom, hung in a closet.

Mr. Dalton walked into a walk-in closet, filled with suits, trousers, dress shoes, ties, and all the formality. Nate then realizes that the walk in closet belonged to Mr. Dalton’s.

“Give me a second as I bring it out.” Mr. Dalton told Nate.

“Go ahead.” Nate nodded.

“You have a son then?” Nate tried to converse.

“Yes.” Mr. Dalton stated as he came in and out of the walk-in closet. He laid the clothes on the bed neatly and gently. He didn’t elaborate more upon the subject. Nate gazed upon the bed and each of the items that Mr. Dalton took out. Mr. Dalton laid out a brown suit jacket with a brown trouser. A white dress shirt laid next to it along with the brown belt. Right next to it was a pair of a long ribbed purple sock, a purple tie, sock garters and a white brief. Mr. Dalton then proceeded to set down a pair of shiny polished brown loafers by the side of the bed.

“My son’s name is Victor. He wanted a suit for an upcoming event and wanted to make sure he looked presentable just like his dad,” Mr. Dalton explained, “he’s around the same age as you.”

Nate nodded and looked down at the elegant clothes laid in front of him.

“You wanted me to try them?” Nate asked.

“Yes,” Mr. Dalton said as he held out a measuring tape, “and if you don’t mind Nate, I was wondering if I can measure you as well?

“I don’t mind.” Nate nodded.

Mr. Dalton approached Nate with the measuring tape. The measuring process was a simple and quick process where Mr. Dalton measured Nate’s waist, hips, thigh, chest, and all the body measurement that Mr. Dalton so chose.

“Very good.” Mr. Dalton said, “Now I’ll need you to take off your clothes.”

Nate looked at Mr. Dalton weirdly.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean it that way,” Mr. Dalton waved his hands to dismiss the air, “it’s part of the measuring process and the clothes.”

Nate laughed nervously, “yeah.”

Nate slowly took off his clothes as nervousness creeped in. Nate quickly reassured himself that it was just like taking off his clothes in the locker room. They were both men as well. Before long, Nate was stripped down to his undergarments.

“You’re going to have to remove your undergarments.” Mr. Dalton said casually.

“I’m sorry what?” Nate looked at Mr. Dalton and gulped. Mr. Dalton just stared at Nate waiting for him to remove his undergarment. Nate shook his head in disbelief. A strange feeling rose in Nate. A feeling that he couldn’t deny Mr. Dalton.

“Ok. Ok.” Nate softly whispered as he slowly took off his brief revealing Nate’s flaccid rod. Nate chose to trust in Mr. Dalton. After all, it did seem the request was genuine.

“Sit on the bed.” Mr. Dalton said as he pointed to the bed.

Nate nodded and sat down on the bed with his bare butt. Mr. Dalton picked up the white briefs and then grabbed a hold of Nate’s leg. He slowly slid Nate’s feet into the white brief and then pulled it up covering Nate’s rod.

Nate’s face flushed with redness from the embarrassment. He had never shown his manhood to anybody willingly. It was the first time he had shown it to someone: Mr. Dalton.

But what was more strange was the sensation Nate felt from the white briefs. Nate wore a couple of white briefs when he was younger but quickly transitioned out of them when he found the world of boxers and trunks. The fact that Nate slipped back into a white brief at the hands of Mr. Dalton made Nate feel odd. Nate couldn’t identify the sensation but he knew he felt an unwanted tingle.

Mr. Dalton picked up the long purple sock and dangled them. Then he grabbed onto Nate’s feet and slid them through up past his calves.

Nate could feel his rod reacting. The tingle he had just felt was growing and coursing through his body. Why did he feel a tingle? Oddly enough, Nate was mesmerized by the purple socks and the white brief. Both of which felt satisfying to wear.

Mr. Dalton rubbed his hands on Nate’s calves. Nate couldn’t help it but felt oddly sensual at Mr. Dalton rubbing the socks. Nate quickly dismissed it. More importantly, Nate was feeling his rod slowly growing from the sensation. Nate tried to subdue the growth as Mr. Dalton gently grabbed a hold of Nate’s calves to attach the sock garter.

“This is for his son.” Nate justified in his head.

“Everything alright?” Mr. Dalton asked.

“Yea- yeah.” Nate quickly responded.

“I hope it’s ok. I want you to feel comfortable. If you’re not, please tell me. You don’t have to do this. We can stop.” Mr. Dalton said.

“No. It’s ok.”

Mr. Dalton nodded and led Nate into the walk-in closet. Nate observed himself in the white briefs, then in the purple socks and the sock garter. Something about the whole look ticked his engine. The garter was quite amusing as well. Nate tried to hide the growth of his manhood staring at himself in the newfound choice of clothes, but it was too late. Nate’s rod was slowly becoming erect under his white brief.

Fortunately though, Mr. Dalton didn’t turn too much attention to it.

“Here, let me put this on you.” Mr. Dalton suggested as he floated over Nate with the white dress shirt.

Nate simply nodded as he let Mr. Dalton slid the white dress shirt on him. Mr. Dalton pressed his hands on the button and slowly button Nate up. Nate could feel the gentle touches of Mr. Dalton meanwhile feeling Mr. Dalton’s breathing slowly increased.

Once the dress shirt was on Nate, Mr. Dalton also tied the knot of the purple tie onto Nate. With every action, inches of touches Mr. Dalton had over Nate, Nate couldn’t resist but let his pocket grow.

“Here,” Mr. Dalton handed Nate the brown trousers. Nate nodded quickly and accepted it, wishing to hide his bulge. He pulled the trousers upward with Mr. Dalton assistance tucking the dress shirt.

“Higher.” Mr. Dalton said as he gently grabbed the trousers and pulled it upward to a higher waist. He then zipped it and buckled it.

Mr. Dalton then proceeded to belt the brown belt onto Nate. By the time the belting was done, Mr. Dalton already had the suit jacket in his hand.

“Hands out.” Mr. Dalton said as he held the suit jacket outwards.

Nate listened and let out his arms. Mr. Dalton slid the jacket onto him, almost completing the outfit. The final piece was the brown loafers. Mr. Dalton laid them in front of Nate. Nate stared upon the brown loafers and thought to himself how old fashioned everything was. From the suits, shirt, tie, and the loafers themselves. Nate never thought to see himself like that. He slowly descended his feet into the loafer. They slid in perfectly. Even the loafer fitted him like a glove.

“You yourself look like a dapper young man.” Mr. Dalton complimented Nate.

“Thank you.” Nate looked down and observed his outfit. Something about the suit made him feel strange. He enjoyed it.

“I’m sure your son will love it.” Nate told him. Nate certainly did. While the suit itself was a bit bigger, he was surprised that almost everything fitted him a bit too well. With just a bit of tailoring, it could mold into Nate’s own personal suit.

“Indeed.” Mr. Dalton smiled, “one last thing.”

Mr. Dalton stepped away for a second as Nate observed himself in the mirror. Nate had never seen himself in such elegant clothes. In fact, He felt oddly similar to Mr. Dalton due to the suit.

Nate imagined himself what if he did have a moustache like Mr. Dalton. What if he had his hair combed? What if he were to be dressed like Mr. Dalton everyday? Nate laughed at the thought. There was no way Nate could or would. He wasn’t that sort of man.

“You look charming.” Mr. Dalton said unannounced.

Nate shook in surprise and turned around to face Mr. Dalton.

“Thanks.” Nate replied back.

“You should certainly wear such clothes more often.” Mr. Dalton remarked.

Nate glanced towards the mirror. He did feel better. Something about the suit did make Nate feel different.

Mr. Dalton approached Nate from behind and placed his hands on Nate’s shoulder.

“I don’t have much of a reason to dress up often. As a college student, there’s not a lot of events in the first place.” Nate replied.

Mr. Dalton shook his head, “that’s where you’re wrong Nate. It is not ‘dress up’. It is who you are.”

Nate was confused at Mr. Dalton sentiment.

“Just like what you’re doing Nate.” Mr. Dalton gently tugged Nate’s purple tie.

“Let me fix this for you.” Mr. Dalton ruffled Nate’s hair.

Nate didn’t know what Mr. Dalton meant but he understood the moment he glanced in the mirror. Mr. Dalton opened up what seemed to be a pomade. Mr. Dalton dipped his fingers into the goop and slowly rubbed it between his hands.

Nate stood there and allowed Mr. Dalton to slowly invite the goo into Nate’s hair.

Something about it was odd to Nate. The whole favor was meant for Mr. Dalton's son. But here Nate was getting the full package. Nate didn’t understand why Mr. Dalton felt a need to do Nate’s hair.

Even so strangely, Nate found himself growing fonder to Mr. Dalton. Maybe it was the fact that Mr. Dalton was treating Nate like his own. It was something about the act of Mr. Dalton’s control over Nate’s own hair.

The goo was applied to Nate’s hair and then slowly with the comb on Mr. Dalton’s hand, the hair was slowly combed over to the side with a part. Nate observed himself as he slowly saw his image transformed to be of similar to Mr. Dalton.

Nate looked different with the new hair and the suit. His hair was slick from the goo but Nate found himself liking it as his hair resembles of Mr. Dalton.

“There, now that’s proper.” Mr. Dalton smiled as he wiped the leftover off his hands with a cloth.

“It’ll be a shame to discard all our efforts after completing you.” Mr. Dalton said, “why don’t you enjoy tea with me for a bit.

Nate hesitated for a bit upon hearing the request. He didn’t plan for this and he did need to go to the mall for new clothes. Then Nate laughed at himself.

“Why is shopping more important?” Nate thought to himself. But it wasn’t the shopping that concerned him. It was seeing himself like Mr. Dalton. Something about it scared him.

“It’s for his son.” Nate tried to explain to himself why he did this in the first place.

Nate then pondered for a second and realized it was useless for such thoughts. To have tea with Mr. Dalton wouldn’t hurt.

“I wouldn’t mind it.”

Mr. Dalton smiled at the acceptance, “I’m glad.”

Mr. Dalton led Nate back to the dining room and had the tea set up for both of them. They chatted for a bit and before Nate knew, an hour had passed.

“How does everything feel?” Mr. Dalton asked, “the suit.”

“It feels great.” Nate exclaimed, “your son would love the suit. Speaking which, I bet your son is quite well dressed as you.”

Mr. Dalton smiled, “Yes he is. I am a strict man with rules.”

Nate glanced at the clock and was surprised at the time.

“Time sure flies by quickly.” Nate commented. He definitely didn’t expect to be at Mr. Dalton house for quite some time. Surely though, Nate did consider the time spent between them was a nice moment.

“I should get going.” Nate said with disappointment, “I had a great time Mr. Dalton. I’m sorry about the suit. I didn't mean to wear it for an hour when it’s meant for your son.”

“No worries.” Mr. Dalton laughed and shook his head, “tell me Nate, do you enjoy wearing the suit?”

Nate paused for a second to think about the question, “I do.”

Mr. Dalton smiled, “then it’s settled.”

“What’s settled?”

Mr. Dalton stood up and stood behind Nate who was sitting down on a wooden chair. He put his hands on Nate’s shoulder and massaged it a bit.

Mr. Dalton then leaned in towards Nate’s ear.

“Feel comfortable?” Mr. Dalton whispered.

Nate nodded nervously. Something was wrong. Nate could feel it in his gut.

Nate jolted when he felt Mr. Dalton’s hand gliding down the suit jacket to his nipples. Mr. Dalton's hands rubbed it a bit then gripped it gently.

“Mmmf.” Nate silently groaned as Mr. Dalton touched him for a couple of seconds.

“Do you like it?” Mr. Dalton asked.

Nate sat still unable to answer.

“To tell you the truth, I don’t have a son.” Mr. Dalton confessed.

Nate was stunned. All questions flooded into Nate’s mind. Mr. Dalton didn’t have a son? Then where did the suit come from? Why did Mr. Dalton owns a suit of such size? Why did Mr. Dalton made Nate wear the suit?

“In case you’re wondering, the suit belonged to me. It was what I wore when I had my rite of passage.” Mr. Dalton said.

Nate processed the information hard. He couldn’t believe it. The suit was Mr. Dalton’s. What Nate didn’t understand was the rite of passage. All sorts of emotions filled into Nate: betrayal, deception, anger, confusion, and fear.

“What you’re wearing right now, I wore it in the past.” Mr. Dalton explained.

Nate gulped nervously. He didn’t know how to react or what to do upon hearing what Mr. Dalton had just said. A seed of fear was starting to sprout inside of Nate. There was an intention to all of this and Nate was worried.

“You were interested.” Mr. Dalton said, “it’s ok.”

Nate weakly grunted as Mr. Dalton stood in front of him. Mr. Dalton then bent downward and grabbed Nate’s hand. Mr. Daltoned placed it onto his moustache.

“Go on. Feel it.” Mr. Dalton smiled.

Nate didn’t know what to do but felt Mr. Dalton's thick moustache. Despite all the information Nate was receiving, upon touching Mr. Dalton moustache, Nate could feel his rod slowly growing.

“Do you like it?” Mr. Dalton asked.

“Yes.” Nate weakly admitted. Nate was astonished by the fact that he could say such a thing.

“You could have one too.” Mr Dalton smiled, “I had one when I was your age.”

“I could help you grow one.” Mr. Dalton said.

Nate just stared at him, unable to speak. Fear filled into him, thoughts of the unknown.

“I could make you wear a suit every day.” Mr. Dalton said.

To wear a suit everyday. Nate couldn’t imagine himself to that extent. He could never follow such expectations.

Mr. Dalton grinned, “don’t worry, I’m not expecting you to commit nor give an answer today. Although, I do want to help you.” Mr. Dalton moved his hands to Nate’s bulge.

“After all, we can make sure you have confidence right?” Mr. Dalton said.

Nate gulped and just nodded mindlessly.

“I want you to try something. All you have to do is stay seated on your chair. You won’t even have to do anything.” Mr. Dalton assured Nate.

Mr. Dalton bent down and took off his brown loafers revealing his tan socks. Nate was confused as to why. In general, Nate was confused about everything. He found himself wanting to leave. Nate needed to get out. He couldn’t find courage.

Mr. Dalton approached him with the brown loafer.

“What was he going to do?” Nate asked himself as he felt his heart thumping.

Mr. Dalton held his loafer in one of his hands, then Mr. Dalton held it in front of Nate.

“Move your head forward.” Mr. Dalton said.

Nate couldn’t find himself to disobey. He didn’t know what would happen if he did. So Nate moved his head forward closer to the loafer in fear.

A smell hit his nose as he slowly got closer. It was an aroma of leather mixed with a hint of Mr. Dalton pheromones. Nate felt his cock instantly hard as the aroma hit him. It was the smell of leather. It was the smell of Mr. Dalton’s pheromones.

“Why?” Nate asked himself, “why am I…” Nate couldn’t explain why he felt oddly sensual.

“Good boy.” Mr. Dalton complimented, “now put your nose in there and smell Mr. Dalton’s loafer.”

“Oah.” Nate found himself moaning as he followed what Mr. Dalton told him. The thought had never ever occurred to him. Nate always found the whole sniffing shoe was humiliating. His past self would’ve laughed at himself if he found out he inhaled Mr. Dalton loafer. But this was different. It was Mr. Dalton’s. Nate was smelling the manliness aroma of Mr. Dalton and it made Nate hard.

Nate couldn’t help himself. He inhaled it and felt it coursing through his veins, entering through all the corners in his body.

“Feel the tie on your neck. Wiggle your toes in those socks and loafers. Feel the weight of the suit upon you Nate.”

Nate continued inhaling the aroma and couldn’t help it but did what Mr. Dalton told him. Mr. Dalton was right. Nate could feel the purple tie on his neck. The soft smooth socks he wore. How comfortable the loafers were. Nate found himself harder and harder at such thoughts.

Mr. Dalton pulled the loafer away and grinned at Nate’s response.

Nate’s breath was heavy. His cock was erected. He could feel his body heating. He felt lust. He wanted more.

“Fuck.” Nate shouted in his head. After all, Nate didn’t understand what was happening.

“That is a Dalton.” Mr. Dalton said.

“What do you think?” Mr. Dalton asked as he pushed the loafer back to Nate’s nose.

Nate moaned loudly, inhaling it back in. He couldn’t believe himself. Nate’s body yearned more. His mind did not.

“Good boy. Smell that Dalton inside of you.” Mr. Dalton praised him.

Nate could feel his erected cock rubbed by Mr. Dalton. Nate could feel his precum slowly oozing out by the touches of Mr. Dalton.

“Do you want it?” Mr. Dalton asked.

“Yes.” Nate groaned uncontrollably.

“I could make you a dapper boy Nathaniel. Would you like that?”

“I… don’t know sir.” Nate whimpered. Nate was never called a Nathaniel before. He didn’t know what to think of it coming from Mr. Dalton.

The loafer in front of Nate was taken back again, revealing Mr. Dalton wide grin. Mr. Dalton was pleased at the revelation: the fact that Mr. Dalton could have Nate dancing under his two fingers with the smell of his own loafer.

“Stand up son.” Mr. Dalton ordered.

Nate huffed a bit and then stood up in par with Mr. Dalton. Nate could feel under his trouser his fully erected hardened cock.

Mr. Dalton pointed to the table where they just had tea, “hands on it, bend over.”

Nate hesitated a bit but the stern look on Mr. Dalton made him bend to the table. Mr. Dalton commended authority. He didn’t know what to do except to do what Mr. Dalton wanted. He was never scared of Mr. Dalton but now, he could fear running through him. What would happen if Nate disobeyed him? The thought shuddered him.

Nate bent over on the table.

“Today’s a very special day for you Nate.” Mr. Dalton said as Nate could feel his buttocks being rubbed.

“Spread your legs.” Mr. Dalton said with authority.

Nate spread his legs wide letting Mr. Dalton see the view.

“Umpf.” Nate winced as he found Mr. Dalton’s hand coming from under and up to his bulge.

“I want you to be honest with me Nate.”

“Mmmf.” Nate moaned.

“You want to be a dapper gentleman don’t you? To fulfill a lifestyle like me.” Mr. Dalton asked.

Nate felt unable to respond. It was an outrageous idea. Such a thought Nate will never commit.

“Don’t worry, you’ll enjoy it. Trust me, you do.” Mr. Dalton said as he massaged Nate’s cock slowly.

“Argh.” Nate moaned silently.

“Don’t you like it? To wear a proper man’s outfit. The proper shoes. It’s nothing compared to the clothes you were wearing earlier.”

Nate winced, “I… sir.” Nate didn’t want to respond to that statement. He couldn’t find himself accepting such a concept.

Nate groaned as he felt Mr. Dalton hand unzipped Nate’s fly. Mr. Dalton’s hand reached in and massaged Nate’s cock under the white brief. More specifically, Mr. Dalton's hand was on a small wet spot on the white briefs.

“You’re pumping, my boy.” Mr. Dalton grinned.

“Ooah.” Nate slowly groaned louder as Mr. Dalton found the right spots.

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” Mr. Dalton continued, “in fact, mine pumped a bit in the exact ones you’re wearing.”

Nate shuddered and felt more excited. His body but not his mind. Something about being in the same brief that Mr. Dalton wore and precummed made his body warm. Nate wanted to leave. Nate needed to go. He didn’t want any of this but he could feel his body betraying him. It wanted more. It wanted more of Mr. Dalton.

“Fuck.” Nate swore again in his head.

“I know you’re struggling a bit.” Mr. Dalton said, “Nate, let me show you, help you. You don’t have to do anything at all.”

“OOooah!” Nate moaned out loud as he felt Mr. Dalton hand swept under the white brief and held onto Nate’s cock.

“Fuck!” Nate swore out loud as Mr. Dalton rubbed.

“MMMMM!” Nate whimpered loudly as he felt Mr. Dalton behind him. Mr. Dalton’s trousers were touching his buttocks. Nate could feel Mr. Dalton erect manhood under the trousers.

“It would be fitting for you to have your rite of passage in the suit. Let me give you your rite of passage Nate. Transcend you into a proper man that you’re meant to be.” Mr. Dalton whispered.

“Would you like that?” Mr. Dalton asked as he continued rubbing Nate’s cock.

“Oawh!” Nate grunted out loud. Nate couldn’t help himself.

“No.” Nate wanted to say, “I don’t want your rite of passage.”

Mr. Dalton continued with his hands.

Every touch of Mr. Dalton made Nate lose his sanity. Nate could feel his own body slowly whisper into Nate’s mind, convincing himself of the madness.

“It feels so good.” Nate moaned out loud. Slowly and slowly, Nate could feel his body and mind in sync.

“No.” Nate wanted to convince himself once more, Nate didn’t want it. Did he?

“Yes.” Nate moaned out loud, his voice succumbed to the invoked desire. The desire to have Mr. Dalton grew and grew.

“Good boy.” Mr. Dalton said out loud with glee.

Nate’s body felt increasingly hot. Each stroke Mr. Dalton had over him fitted a missing piece inside of Nate.

Nate moaned and gasped. Sweat rushed in and out as Mr. Dalton elegantly rubbed Nate’s cock. Nate could feel himself building and building.

“I want you to change your mindset Nate.” Mr. Dalton said, “I want you to wear what is only proper. I want you to enjoy wearing it. I want you to think properly. Let me help you. Tell me Nate.”

“Yes sir.” Nate whimpered uncontrollably.

“I want you to dress like a proper man once this is over. You’re not a boy anymore.” Mr. Dalton said once more.

“I…” Nate wanted to protest. The request was insane. Nate couldn’t believe that he would succumb to Mr. Dalton’s words.

Mr. Dalton just smiled as he continued to rock Nate’s cock.

“Take one of your loafers off.” Mr. Dalton ordered Nate.

Nate slipped out of his brown loafer from his right feet. The edging momentarily stopped as Mr. Dalton bent down to pick up the brown loafer.

With one of Mr. Dalton's hands, he held the loafer under Nate’s cock. With the other, he placed it back to where he had it and slowly built momentum again.

“Ooooah!!!” Nate moaned louder and louder as Mr. Dalton continued his rhythm.

“I’m going to make you cum Nate.” Mr. Dalton stated.

“You’re going to cum right in there, in your shiny brown loafer.” Mr. Dalton smiled.

“Oah!” Nare moaned loudly as Mr. Dalton continued to stroke him off. Nate found himself wanting it more and more. Streams of white cream slowly peak out of Nate’s cock and drip into his brown loafer. Nate's eyes were focused on the site breathing heavily: from Mr. Dalton hands on Nate’s own cock, to the slowly dripped cream into the polished shiny brown loafer that Mr. Dalton made him wear, to Mr. Dalton own loafer in view that Nate had smelled.

“Yes.” Nate whimpered. His body was enjoying it. His mind was enjoying it. He was enjoying it.

“It’s coming.” Nate groaned out loud as he could feel the ecstasy slowly growing, “you’re going to make me cum Mr. Dalton.”

Mr. Dalton yanked it on and off as Nate moaned in full ecstasy, “this is your rite of passage Nate.”

“Argh!” Nate yelled in ecstasy as he shot his load that landed in the brown loafer.

“Good boy!” Mr. Nate shouted out loud.

“OOOAH!” Nate shouted out loudly letting out his river of white cream cum dripped into the brown loafer. Nate found himself humping into Mr. Dalton’s hand. He found himself thinking of Mr. Dalton. He found himself thinking about the suit he was in. The fact that his hair was combed like Mr. Dalton. Then his thought wandered to the touches of Mr. Dalton’s moustache. Nate’s body couldn’t help it out but released an overwhelming sensation to such thoughts.

“Fuck! Oh! Mr. Dalton! Oagh!!” Nate shouted out loud as he felt a force he had never felt before. Nate’s arms pressed against the table hard for support as he felt his whole body rocking forward and back.

“Atta boy!” Mr. Dalton continued stroking Nate’s cock.

“OOOAH!” Nate moaned one last time as he felt the last of it dripped outward.

Then slowly and pleasantly as the feeling dies down, Nate finds himself basked in a weird state.

Nate had just allowed Mr. Dalton to jack him off.

Nate shook his head and took a breath to recompose himself as to what had happened. Nate was no longer controlled by such lust. Nate could only stare at the aftermath. A mixture of feelings overwhelmed Nate. It was nothing like he felt before but more importantly, Nate found himself ashamed of the fact that he enjoy the vision Mr. Dalton had painted.

But the ecstasy was too short lived. A newfound emotions arose back within Nate of the reality: betrayal, deception, and Mr. Dalton’s unwanted forced ideology.

Mr. Dalton bent down behind Nate and held the stained brown loafer in front of Nate.

“Now, put your feet back into the loafer.” Mr. Dalton said.

Nate didn’t know why he did what Mr. Dalton said. Nate just followed his orders again and slid his feet slowly back into his brown loafer. Nate could feel his feet squish into the warmth of the cream. Nate silently moaned as he could feel it on his brown socks. It felt good.

“The suit is yours.” Mr. Dalton said after a delay.

“What?” Nate silently pants trying to understand what Mr. Dalton had just told him.

“It is my gift to you. You’ve earned it for your rite of passage.” Mr. Dalton congratulated Nate.

Nate couldn’t comprehend what Mr. Rogers had told him. Did Nate just hear that Mr. Dalton was giving the suit away. Nate couldn’t tell if he was pleased or was shocked.

“I bet you’d like that.” Mr. Rogers grinned, allowing Nate to take a rest.

“Mr. Dalton -“

“Nate, I gave you the rite of passage because I know you won’t disappoint me. I want you to be a part of my household and let me be your mentor, or your father figure.” Mr. Dalton said, “take the outfit home and enjoy it.”

Mr. Dalton paused, “however, if you want more, if you feel my proposal speaks truth in you, wear the same outfit and meet me here.”

Mr. Dalton's proposal rang through Nate’s mind.

“Mr. Dalton, this is crazy.” Nate panted heavily, “I can’t just do that.” Nate felt himself right. There was no way Nate could forsake and become a different person. To let Mr. Dalton become his mentor? Or to be in fact a father figure. Nate couldn’t find the conclusion favorable.

“Don’t disappoint me young man.” Mr. Dalton commented.

“Mr. Dalton -“

“Shh.”

Nate went silent in frustration. Nate just nodded at him. He wanted to leave and this was the opportunity that Mr. Dalton had given him. While Nate did enjoy the moment spent with Mr. Dalton, Nate knew that he wasn’t going to come back. Nate knew he didn’t want to be associated with Mr. Dalton ever again.

Nate managed to stand up and stabilized himself. He couldn’t bring himself to look into Mr. Dalton’s eye.

“He’s crazy. This is crazy and stupid.” Nate thought to himself. Nate couldn’t believe that he found himself in such lust after what Mr. Dalton had done.

First thing he was going to do was get out of the suit that Mr. Dalton gave him. He looked around and saw none of his clothes in sight. Nate clenched his teeth.

Nate quickly left Mr. Dalton’s home in his new suit and shoes. Except, while the outrageous idea of Mr. Dalton lingers in Nate’s thoughts, all he could’ve thought was the experience that happened. Nate didn’t deny that it felt good. Oddly, after that whole experience, he found himself… even more fond of Mr. Dalton. To put it in words, Mr. Dalton was…

Nate had no words to describe Mr. Dalton.

[onceandforallstuff]

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He is MUCH too well-dressed. Kick off those Gucci loafers and pull of his black dress socks.

Those designer suit pants must go in the trash, with his silk tie. Cut off his white shirt.

Give him flip-flops, loose jeans and a tee shirt.

Shave him bald and add an earring and a goatee.

And make him give away those Guccis. Much too upper class and pretentious for him