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.
Iâm 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 itâs completed, @cockcompendium will be closed.
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~!
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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. Donât you think?
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 âYes Sirâ 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 wasnât 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 Masterâs 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.
âBoy, you look so sloppyâ - he said - âFirst, have a proper shower and be presentable for me again.
âYes Sir, what should I wear Sir?. â
âYou 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 courseâŠâ he continued - âgrab a new pair of white briefs. You will  also start wearing a white vest everyday starting from nowâ.
âYes Sir!â - I replied, Â 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.
âBefore you start getting ready I will want to inspect your bodyâ - he added - âLetâs see if you have done what I asked you to. Go now, get your clothes ready and use the shower on the guess bathroomâ.
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 wasnât 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 wasnât 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.
âAll finished?!â - I heard my Master from the other room.
âYes Sir!â
âGood boy. Let me inspect youâ - 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. - âSpread your legsâ - he commanded. I could see in his face something was wrong - âWith this, boy, are 5 the times you havenât acknowledge my commands today, I have been counting.â - there was a pause where he just stared at me with a serious look, then continued - âyou 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 donât want any more mistakes, understand boy!â
 âYes Sir, I am sorry Sir.â
âGood, put your hands behind your head.â
âYes Sir!â
âWe havenât 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 âdisplayâ 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.â - 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 - âWait here, boyâ - he finished before leaving the room. Â
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. Â
âAs punishment, this will be part of your uniform this afternoonâ - 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. - Â âGet on your knees, face on the floor and hold your checks apart with your hands. â
âYes Sirâ - 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 boyâs hole followed by a sharp feeling, something pressuring to get inside.  It was my Masterâs finger being introduced inside my hairless and clean boyâs pussy. The cold  feel was the lubricant. The more he pressured the tighter I got. - âIf you donât relax, I will have to use force, boy ⊠and then it will be painfulâ - 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.
âStand up, and assume the display position!â
âYes Sirâ - I did as told. While I moved I could feel the plug rubbing inside my boyâs 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.
âSo, 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.â
I looked at my Master mesmerised, almost hypnotised by his words. Some of them triggered me: âpermanent boy servantâ. âlist of tasksâ, âmonitoredâ ,'standards, 'proceduresâ. I Stood there listening with my mouth opened. They werenât 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.
âI 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.â -Â Â
âYes Sir!â - I suddenly imagined him being like this at work, strict and demanding with all his employees, seeking perfection. Â They probably didnât wear a plug at work, though.
â 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!â.
âYes Sir, thank you Sirâ - I replied and obediently walked to the guess bedroom where I had already sorted and prepared the clothes on the bed.
Ben and I checked into our hotel leisurely, strolling down the corridor to find the right door. The convention didnât 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. Weâd 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 itemsâa television, fridge, ironing boardâbut 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.
âOh yeah, thisâll be perfect!â 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 Iâd stuck to tennis. Heâd 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 tooâalmost Size 12 to be exactâwhich easily satisfied my newly emerging foot fetish. And as always, the popular saying was right; Benâs cock hit an imposing 7.5 inches when hard, which made my 5 inches seem like nothing.
Although Ben wasnât 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, heâd become known to be an A-List partier, drinking and drunkenly cussing until minutes before the cops would arrive. Heâd 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.
âDonât know why they gave us two beds, when we really only needed one,â I quipped back in my heavier baritone. I hopped on the bed beside him, my longer body at 5â9 barely stretching past his 5â8. As Iâd mentioned before, the only sport Iâve really pursued was tennis, although Iâve 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 wasnât 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.
âOh, you think you get to decide what weâre doing tonight?â Ben growled playfully.
âWhat was your idea?â I surrendered.
âWe have plenty of extra time, so I might as well show you.â
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.
âHello?â Ben asked, his tone sounding uncertain.
âHello!â a chipper lad replied from the other side, his register the same as Benâs. âAre we speaking to Ben Earnshaw and Fred Allen?â
âYes? May I ask who weâre speaking to?â
âAbsolutely!â
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 oneâs boasting a more childish cute and the tallerâs a more mature sexy.
âThank you both for letting us speak to you today!â The shorter one, whose voice we had heard before, seemed much more eager than anyone else in the room.
âMy name is Elder Poulsen, and my companion here is Elder Beckstead.â
âHowdy, folks. Dang, this is a great room ya got âere!â
Elder Poulsen shot the taller man with a harsh glare, silencing him. Although Elder Becksteadâs deep guttural tone seemed intimidating, Elder Poulsen acted as if he was the alpha of the two.
âSorry about his language: southerners are always take the conversion the slowest,â Elder Poulsen apologized. âWeâll have the Texan out of him soon enough!â
Elder Beckstead simply guffawed as Elder Poulsen continued.
âAnyway, 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.â
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 âMormon.â
Oh, I rolled my eyes. Should we make them leave?
No. Ben shook his head violently and then smirked. Theyâre pretty hot.
No ki-
âAh, Earnshaw, I see youâve already got a Book,â 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. âShoot, looks like I only got one extra. This is for you, Allen. Now, letâs start off at the very beginning with the basic rules and instructions of the Book.â
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 werenât 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.
âAlright, Earsaw!â Elder Poulsen shouted suddenly, his excitement hiding the mispronouncing of Benâs name. âWould you help me review some of the books in this divine scripture?â
âDamn itâŠâ Ben stuttered. âSure?â
âThank you. Please name all the individual segments of the Book of Mormon. Take as much time as you need.â
âWell,â Ben seemed petrified, as he also hadnât been paying any attention. âThere are the Testimonies, the Illustrations, the First Book of Nephi, The SecondâŠâ
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 didnât seem surprised, smiling gleefully as Elder Poulsen moved on. Apparently Ben knew a little bit more about the Mormons than I had.
âAlle,â Elder Poulsen looked in my direction. âItâs now your turn for a question.â
âOkay.â I swung my legs over the bed, ready to run.
âWho 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.
âJoseph Smith?â
âThatâs correct!â
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 Iâd hoped now for something a bit more challenging than Benâs. 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 Iâd 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.
âUmâŠEarsah,â Elder Beckstead grunted. âCan yeh name one part of our health code âWord of Wisdomâ?â
âNo alcohol or coffee, right?â
âGollyâyeh got it!â
Ben experienced the same joy again as the words escaped him. Iâd known that answer already, so I prayed for something a little different.
âAble, whatâs another answer for the last question?â
âNo pornography?â
âThatâll do it!â
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 couldnât watch pornography, so I assumed the same would be for Mormons. Iâd never seen any myself, but it must have been a rather horrible experience if it was such a serious sin. Sadly, Elder Becksteadâs question turned out to be rather undemanding too, so maybe this next round would be a little more challenging.
âElarsah,â Elder Poulsen questioned. âInform us of our clothing and how it is regulated by the LDS church.â
âNo problem.â Ben thought over the question for a moment and then answered: âMen 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.â
âPerfect.â 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. Iâd need to stay collected if I wanted to win.
âAbleh, you look excited for your turn,â Elder Poulsen noted. âBesides the âWord of Wisdomâ, what other general health guidelines do we practice?â
âSimple. 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.â
Elder Poulsen looked about as satisfied with my response as I had felt. Certainly, Ben couldnât 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.
âNext is Elirsah,â Elder Beckstead picked from where Elder Poulsen had left off. âWhich way do Mormons tend ta sway in politics?â
âConservative, of course.â
That question made me cackle under my breath. That was obviousâwhy wouldnât someone be Red, especially Mormons?
âAbreha, I want yeh to tell us a little about our views on chastity,â Elder Beckstead emphasized.Â
âMy pleasure,â I replied smoothly, finally getting the harder prompt I had wanted. âIt 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.â 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.
âThatâs correct,â Elder Beckstead responded happily. âSeeinâ that yeh too arenât married yet, Iâd presume yer both virgins?â
âIndeed.â
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 couldnât be right. I was still pure, waiting patiently until Iâd found that special person. Iâd 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.
âYour next, Elijah,â Elder Poulsen grinned. âWhereâs the largest population of Mormons located?â
âDang, I should know this one,â Elijah mumbled. He straightened up his back while he thought, making his 5â10 frame seem taller. I noticed how he had adopted the cleaner language of the other two men, making me quietly chuckle.
âOh! Utah, of course!â
All four of us men laughed merrily at Elijahâs 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 Iâd known him for a few years now.
âAbraham,â Elder Poulsenâs voice almost seemed taunting, as if he was trying to signal something else to me. âAbout how many members of the Mormon church are there around the world?â
Shoot, Shoot, Shoot! I thought, having no recollection of the answer. Not knowing what else to say, I decided to guess.
âOver 16 million.â
âGood answer!â
I arched my back up in relief, only now noticing Iâd been hunched over in apprehension, which probably wasnât good for my 5â10 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.
âAlright guys, now time for the final round.â Elder Beckstead was becoming more ecstatic with every passing second, as if he was expecting something incredible to happen.
âElder Benson, whatâs the Mormonsâ view on homosexuality?â
âBeing that âsexual relations are proper only between a man and a woman who are legally and lawfully wedded as husband and wifeâ,â Elder Benson quoted. âHomosexual relations are not tolerated by the LDS movement. Homosexuals must live a celibate by not acting on their sexual desires to stay a Mormon.â
âI like that answer,â 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 Iâd always proudly been a straight man, longing to find the woman Iâd 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). Iâd dated a few girls in high school, but none of them had been looking for the same commitment I desired.
âLast but not least, Elder Feldsted,â Elder Beckstead announced. âWhat is yer duty as a Mormon missionary?â
âTo state it clearly,â I explained. âAll 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.â
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 weâd 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.
âWell,â Elder Poulsen began. âIt seems to us that you two know what youâre talking about.âÂ
The other Elders seemed very content with themselves, the Texan now as peppy as the other had been before. âElder Feldsted, youâll notice I left you a roster of potential converts and their hotel rooms in your book. Weâll go off to another location, as it seems you two can handle it here. Any questions?â
âNot at all, Elder Poulsen,â we replied in unison.
âAlright, weâll meet you here again later tonight to see your progress.â
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 hadnât the slightest idea as to what they meant.
âThat was⊠unbelievable!â Elder Beckstead almost shouted.
âShh!â Elder Poulsen hushed. âAnd 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 weâre back.â
âAnd you said Iâll look like them in a coupla days?â
âCorrect. For some reason, northerners adapt instantly while it takes about a week for men like you. Seeinâ that youâve already lost an inch or two and some muscle mass, Iâd bet youâd be looking and talking like us in 48 hours.â
âAwesome!â
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.
âHow does this look, Elder Benson?â 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.
âI think they would be great, Elder Feldsted,â Elder Benson responded cheerily. âThen again, I would say that about any new member.â
We both chortled at that and, after grabbing our materials, headed out the door to proselytize.
Before uploading more from my past, my Master ordered me to share the contract we have with you. Every attachment will be uploaded separately.Â
MasterÂŽs note: Dear Friends, if you have any other ideas or improvements, let me know so I can bring my Slave to perfection.Â
          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 MasterÂŽs 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 ŽSlave ContractŽ) is          valid from the day of signing this contract and itŽs 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 SlaveŽs death.
      1.3. In the case of the MasterŽs death, the Slave will not lose its status.            More information about the MasterŽs 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             MasterŽs 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 SlaveÂŽs reading in his room, and one online copy.)
Date:___5.5.2019___
                  Paper copies of this contract were signed
_____________________Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â _______________________Â Â
       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 MasterÂŽs 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 ÂŽGroundedÂŽ can be found in attachment 3 under point 6.4.5.
-SlaveÂŽs 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 SlaveŽs 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 SlaveŽs 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 ŽGroundedŽ 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 SlaveŽs 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 SlaveŽs 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 ŽSlaveŽ 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 MasterŽs 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 SlaveŽs 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 MasterŽs guests accordingly to MasterŽs              specifications.
     4.12. The Slave can freely move just in areas permitted in AFM form.
        4.12.1. It is the SlaveŽs responsibility to keep its AFM updated.
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 AlexÂŽs 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 clothingâhis 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 purposeâit 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.
A college student unexpectedly tastes a transformation when helping out a friendly dapper neighbor.
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Part 1
âHello Mr. Dalton!â Nate waved a hand towards Mr. Dalton behind his fenced yard.
On Nateâs 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 wasnât 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. Daltonâs 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. Daltonâs 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 5â 5â.
They usually exchanged their greetings with each other but today was different. Nate was on his way to shop.
âFor clothes?â 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.
âYeah. Iâm actually running low on clothes so I ought to buy some more.â Nate responded, âalthough, Mr. Dalton, you look quite dashing as you always are.â
Mr. Dalton grinned towards Nate, âwith the way youâre shopping for clothes, you should grab yourself some trousers, dress shirts and a tie. Iâm sure youâll be quite dashing as well.â
Nate laughed and shrugged at the thought knowing what Mr. Dalton was implying, âI donât think Iâll have the confidence to wear it around everyday like you.â
âThatâs not true, itâs simple to put it on,â Mr. Dalton assures, âor you could have someone hold you accountable if you are worried about âconfidenceâ.â
âAs in you?â Nate looked at him.
âYes,â Mr. Dalton grinned, âas in I could help you achieve that if you wish for it.â
Nate shrugged, âthank you Mr. Dalton, but I think Iâll be alright.â
âWell, itâs a shame.â Mr. Dalton frowned upon Nateâs response.
Nate nodded silently towards Mr. Dalton. Nate didnât know what Mr. Dalton meant by the statement but quickly dismissed the thought.
âWell, it was nice seeing you Mr. Dalton, I will see you occasionally?â Nate brought up.
âYouâre leaving that soon?â Mr. Dalton disappointedly said, âand here I thought I could sneak in a favor.â
âA favor?â
âI just bought a new suit for my son. I donât know if it would fit for him but⊠I believe you and him had the same body physique.â
Nate nodded and waited to hear more.
âIâm wondering if you could do me a favor and try the suit for me. It would help greatly in the visualization.â 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 didnât know why he wanted to be friends with Mr. Dalton in the first place.
âYeah. Sure.â 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 couldnât help but give a wry smile upon Nateâs entrance. He placed his hands on Nateâs shoulder and rubbed it a bit, which Nate didnât mind.
âThank you.â Mr. Dalton said appreciatively, âcome on in.â
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.
âThis way.â 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 didnât 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. Daltonâs.
âGive me a second as I bring it out.â Mr. Dalton told Nate.
âGo ahead.â Nate nodded.
âYou have a son then?â Nate tried to converse.
âYes.â 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 didnât 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.
âMy sonâs name is Victor. He wanted a suit for an upcoming event and wanted to make sure he looked presentable just like his dad,â Mr. Dalton explained, âheâs around the same age as you.â
Nate nodded and looked down at the elegant clothes laid in front of him.
âYou wanted me to try them?â Nate asked.
âYes,â Mr. Dalton said as he held out a measuring tape, âand if you donât mind Nate, I was wondering if I can measure you as well?
âI donât mind.â Nate nodded.
Mr. Dalton approached Nate with the measuring tape. The measuring process was a simple and quick process where Mr. Dalton measured Nateâs waist, hips, thigh, chest, and all the body measurement that Mr. Dalton so chose.
âVery good.â Mr. Dalton said, âNow Iâll need you to take off your clothes.â
Nate looked at Mr. Dalton weirdly.
âSorry. I didnât mean it that way,â Mr. Dalton waved his hands to dismiss the air, âitâs part of the measuring process and the clothes.â
Nate laughed nervously, âyeah.â
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.
âYouâre going to have to remove your undergarments.â Mr. Dalton said casually.
âIâm sorry what?â 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 couldnât deny Mr. Dalton.
âOk. Ok.â Nate softly whispered as he slowly took off his brief revealing Nateâs flaccid rod. Nate chose to trust in Mr. Dalton. After all, it did seem the request was genuine.
âSit on the bed.â 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 Nateâs leg. He slowly slid Nateâs feet into the white brief and then pulled it up covering Nateâs rod.
Nateâs 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 couldnât 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 Nateâs 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 Nateâs calves. Nate couldnât 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 Nateâs calves to attach the sock garter.
âThis is for his son.â Nate justified in his head.
âEverything alright?â Mr. Dalton asked.
âYea- yeah.â Nate quickly responded.
âI hope itâs ok. I want you to feel comfortable. If youâre not, please tell me. You donât have to do this. We can stop.â Mr. Dalton said.
âNo. Itâs ok.â
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. Nateâs rod was slowly becoming erect under his white brief.
Fortunately though, Mr. Dalton didnât turn too much attention to it.
âHere, let me put this on you.â 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. Daltonâs 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 couldnât resist but let his pocket grow.
âHere,â 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.
âHigher.â 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.
âHands out.â 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.
âYou yourself look like a dapper young man.â Mr. Dalton complimented Nate.
âThank you.â Nate looked down and observed his outfit. Something about the suit made him feel strange. He enjoyed it.
âIâm sure your son will love it.â 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 Nateâs own personal suit.
âIndeed.â Mr. Dalton smiled, âone last thing.â
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 wasnât that sort of man.
âYou look charming.â Mr. Dalton said unannounced.
Nate shook in surprise and turned around to face Mr. Dalton.
âThanks.â Nate replied back.
âYou should certainly wear such clothes more often.â 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 Nateâs shoulder.
âI donât have much of a reason to dress up often. As a college student, thereâs not a lot of events in the first place.â Nate replied.
Mr. Dalton shook his head, âthatâs where youâre wrong Nate. It is not âdress upâ. It is who you are.â
Nate was confused at Mr. Dalton sentiment.
âJust like what youâre doing Nate.â Mr. Dalton gently tugged Nateâs purple tie.
âLet me fix this for you.â Mr. Dalton ruffled Nateâs hair.
Nate didnât 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 Nateâs 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 didnât understand why Mr. Dalton felt a need to do Nateâs 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. Daltonâs control over Nateâs own hair.
The goo was applied to Nateâs hair and then slowly with the comb on Mr. Daltonâs 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.
âThere, now thatâs proper.â Mr. Dalton smiled as he wiped the leftover off his hands with a cloth.
âItâll be a shame to discard all our efforts after completing you.â Mr. Dalton said, âwhy donât you enjoy tea with me for a bit.
Nate hesitated for a bit upon hearing the request. He didnât plan for this and he did need to go to the mall for new clothes. Then Nate laughed at himself.
âWhy is shopping more important?â Nate thought to himself. But it wasnât the shopping that concerned him. It was seeing himself like Mr. Dalton. Something about it scared him.
âItâs for his son.â 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 wouldnât hurt.
âI wouldnât mind it.â
Mr. Dalton smiled at the acceptance, âIâm glad.â
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.
âHow does everything feel?â Mr. Dalton asked, âthe suit.â
âIt feels great.â Nate exclaimed, âyour son would love the suit. Speaking which, I bet your son is quite well dressed as you.â
Mr. Dalton smiled, âYes he is. I am a strict man with rules.â
Nate glanced at the clock and was surprised at the time.
âTime sure flies by quickly.â Nate commented. He definitely didnât 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.
âI should get going.â Nate said with disappointment, âI had a great time Mr. Dalton. Iâm sorry about the suit. I didn't mean to wear it for an hour when itâs meant for your son.â
âNo worries.â Mr. Dalton laughed and shook his head, âtell me Nate, do you enjoy wearing the suit?â
Nate paused for a second to think about the question, âI do.â
Mr. Dalton smiled, âthen itâs settled.â
âWhatâs settled?â
Mr. Dalton stood up and stood behind Nate who was sitting down on a wooden chair. He put his hands on Nateâs shoulder and massaged it a bit.
Mr. Dalton then leaned in towards Nateâs ear.
âFeel comfortable?â Mr. Dalton whispered.
Nate nodded nervously. Something was wrong. Nate could feel it in his gut.
Nate jolted when he felt Mr. Daltonâs hand gliding down the suit jacket to his nipples. Mr. Dalton's hands rubbed it a bit then gripped it gently.
âMmmf.â Nate silently groaned as Mr. Dalton touched him for a couple of seconds.
âDo you like it?â Mr. Dalton asked.
Nate sat still unable to answer.
âTo tell you the truth, I donât have a son.â Mr. Dalton confessed.
Nate was stunned. All questions flooded into Nateâs mind. Mr. Dalton didnât 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?
âIn case youâre wondering, the suit belonged to me. It was what I wore when I had my rite of passage.â Mr. Dalton said.
Nate processed the information hard. He couldnât believe it. The suit was Mr. Daltonâs. What Nate didnât understand was the rite of passage. All sorts of emotions filled into Nate: betrayal, deception, anger, confusion, and fear.
âWhat youâre wearing right now, I wore it in the past.â Mr. Dalton explained.
Nate gulped nervously. He didnât 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.
âYou were interested.â Mr. Dalton said, âitâs ok.â
Nate weakly grunted as Mr. Dalton stood in front of him. Mr. Dalton then bent downward and grabbed Nateâs hand. Mr. Daltoned placed it onto his moustache.
âGo on. Feel it.â Mr. Dalton smiled.
Nate didnât 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.
âDo you like it?â Mr. Dalton asked.
âYes.â Nate weakly admitted. Nate was astonished by the fact that he could say such a thing.
âYou could have one too.â Mr Dalton smiled, âI had one when I was your age.â
âI could help you grow one.â Mr. Dalton said.
Nate just stared at him, unable to speak. Fear filled into him, thoughts of the unknown.
âI could make you wear a suit every day.â Mr. Dalton said.
To wear a suit everyday. Nate couldnât imagine himself to that extent. He could never follow such expectations.
Mr. Dalton grinned, âdonât worry, Iâm not expecting you to commit nor give an answer today. Although, I do want to help you.â Mr. Dalton moved his hands to Nateâs bulge.
âAfter all, we can make sure you have confidence right?â Mr. Dalton said.
Nate gulped and just nodded mindlessly.
âI want you to try something. All you have to do is stay seated on your chair. You wonât even have to do anything.â 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 couldnât find courage.
Mr. Dalton approached him with the brown loafer.
âWhat was he going to do?â 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.
âMove your head forward.â Mr. Dalton said.
Nate couldnât find himself to disobey. He didnât 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. Daltonâs pheromones.
âWhy?â Nate asked himself, âwhy am IâŠâ Nate couldnât explain why he felt oddly sensual.
âGood boy.â Mr. Dalton complimented, ânow put your nose in there and smell Mr. Daltonâs loafer.â
âOah.â 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 wouldâve laughed at himself if he found out he inhaled Mr. Dalton loafer. But this was different. It was Mr. Daltonâs. Nate was smelling the manliness aroma of Mr. Dalton and it made Nate hard.
Nate couldnât help himself. He inhaled it and felt it coursing through his veins, entering through all the corners in his body.
âFeel the tie on your neck. Wiggle your toes in those socks and loafers. Feel the weight of the suit upon you Nate.â
Nate continued inhaling the aroma and couldnât 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 Nateâs response.
Nateâs breath was heavy. His cock was erected. He could feel his body heating. He felt lust. He wanted more.
âFuck.â Nate shouted in his head. After all, Nate didnât understand what was happening.
âThat is a Dalton.â Mr. Dalton said.
âWhat do you think?â Mr. Dalton asked as he pushed the loafer back to Nateâs nose.
Nate moaned loudly, inhaling it back in. He couldnât believe himself. Nateâs body yearned more. His mind did not.
âGood boy. Smell that Dalton inside of you.â 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.
âDo you want it?â Mr. Dalton asked.
âYes.â Nate groaned uncontrollably.
âI could make you a dapper boy Nathaniel. Would you like that?â
âI⊠donât know sir.â Nate whimpered. Nate was never called a Nathaniel before. He didnât 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.
âStand up son.â 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, âhands on it, bend over.â
Nate hesitated a bit but the stern look on Mr. Dalton made him bend to the table. Mr. Dalton commended authority. He didnât 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.
âTodayâs a very special day for you Nate.â Mr. Dalton said as Nate could feel his buttocks being rubbed.
âSpread your legs.â Mr. Dalton said with authority.
Nate spread his legs wide letting Mr. Dalton see the view.
âUmpf.â Nate winced as he found Mr. Daltonâs hand coming from under and up to his bulge.
âI want you to be honest with me Nate.â
âMmmf.â Nate moaned.
âYou want to be a dapper gentleman donât you? To fulfill a lifestyle like me.â Mr. Dalton asked.
Nate felt unable to respond. It was an outrageous idea. Such a thought Nate will never commit.
âDonât worry, youâll enjoy it. Trust me, you do.â Mr. Dalton said as he massaged Nateâs cock slowly.
âArgh.â Nate moaned silently.
âDonât you like it? To wear a proper manâs outfit. The proper shoes. Itâs nothing compared to the clothes you were wearing earlier.â
Nate winced, âI⊠sir.â Nate didnât want to respond to that statement. He couldnât find himself accepting such a concept.
Nate groaned as he felt Mr. Dalton hand unzipped Nateâs fly. Mr. Daltonâs hand reached in and massaged Nateâs cock under the white brief. More specifically, Mr. Dalton's hand was on a small wet spot on the white briefs.
âYouâre pumping, my boy.â Mr. Dalton grinned.
âOoah.â Nate slowly groaned louder as Mr. Dalton found the right spots.
âItâs nothing to be embarrassed about.â Mr. Dalton continued, âin fact, mine pumped a bit in the exact ones youâre wearing.â
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 didnât want any of this but he could feel his body betraying him. It wanted more. It wanted more of Mr. Dalton.
âFuck.â Nate swore again in his head.
âI know youâre struggling a bit.â Mr. Dalton said, âNate, let me show you, help you. You donât have to do anything at all.â
âOOooah!â Nate moaned out loud as he felt Mr. Dalton hand swept under the white brief and held onto Nateâs cock.
âFuck!â Nate swore out loud as Mr. Dalton rubbed.
âMMMMM!â Nate whimpered loudly as he felt Mr. Dalton behind him. Mr. Daltonâs trousers were touching his buttocks. Nate could feel Mr. Dalton erect manhood under the trousers.
âIt 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 youâre meant to be.â Mr. Dalton whispered.
âWould you like that?â Mr. Dalton asked as he continued rubbing Nateâs cock.
âOawh!â Nate grunted out loud. Nate couldnât help himself.
âNo.â Nate wanted to say, âI donât want your rite of passage.â
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 Nateâs mind, convincing himself of the madness.
âIt feels so good.â Nate moaned out loud. Slowly and slowly, Nate could feel his body and mind in sync.
âNo.â Nate wanted to convince himself once more, Nate didnât want it. Did he?
âYes.â Nate moaned out loud, his voice succumbed to the invoked desire. The desire to have Mr. Dalton grew and grew.
âGood boy.â Mr. Dalton said out loud with glee.
Nateâs 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 Nateâs cock. Nate could feel himself building and building.
âI want you to change your mindset Nate.â Mr. Dalton said, âI 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.â
âYes sir.â Nate whimpered uncontrollably.
âI want you to dress like a proper man once this is over. Youâre not a boy anymore.â Mr. Dalton said once more.
âIâŠâ Nate wanted to protest. The request was insane. Nate couldnât believe that he would succumb to Mr. Daltonâs words.
Mr. Dalton just smiled as he continued to rock Nateâs cock.
âTake one of your loafers off.â 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 Nateâs cock. With the other, he placed it back to where he had it and slowly built momentum again.
âOoooah!!!â Nate moaned louder and louder as Mr. Dalton continued his rhythm.
âIâm going to make you cum Nate.â Mr. Dalton stated.
âYouâre going to cum right in there, in your shiny brown loafer.â Mr. Dalton smiled.
âOah!â 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 Nateâs cock and drip into his brown loafer. Nate's eyes were focused on the site breathing heavily: from Mr. Dalton hands on Nateâs 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.
âYes.â Nate whimpered. His body was enjoying it. His mind was enjoying it. He was enjoying it.
âItâs coming.â Nate groaned out loud as he could feel the ecstasy slowly growing, âyouâre going to make me cum Mr. Dalton.â
Mr. Dalton yanked it on and off as Nate moaned in full ecstasy, âthis is your rite of passage Nate.â
âArgh!â Nate yelled in ecstasy as he shot his load that landed in the brown loafer.
âGood boy!â Mr. Nate shouted out loud.
âOOOAH!â Nate shouted out loudly letting out his river of white cream cum dripped into the brown loafer. Nate found himself humping into Mr. Daltonâs 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. Daltonâs moustache. Nateâs body couldnât help it out but released an overwhelming sensation to such thoughts.
âFuck! Oh! Mr. Dalton! Oagh!!â Nate shouted out loud as he felt a force he had never felt before. Nateâs arms pressed against the table hard for support as he felt his whole body rocking forward and back.
âAtta boy!â Mr. Dalton continued stroking Nateâs cock.
âOOOAH!â 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. Daltonâs unwanted forced ideology.
Mr. Dalton bent down behind Nate and held the stained brown loafer in front of Nate.
âNow, put your feet back into the loafer.â Mr. Dalton said.
Nate didnât 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.
âThe suit is yours.â Mr. Dalton said after a delay.
âWhat?â Nate silently pants trying to understand what Mr. Dalton had just told him.
âIt is my gift to you. Youâve earned it for your rite of passage.â Mr. Dalton congratulated Nate.
Nate couldnât comprehend what Mr. Rogers had told him. Did Nate just hear that Mr. Dalton was giving the suit away. Nate couldnât tell if he was pleased or was shocked.
âI bet youâd like that.â Mr. Rogers grinned, allowing Nate to take a rest.
âMr. Dalton -â
âNate, I gave you the rite of passage because I know you wonât disappoint me. I want you to be a part of my household and let me be your mentor, or your father figure.â Mr. Dalton said, âtake the outfit home and enjoy it.â
Mr. Dalton paused, âhowever, if you want more, if you feel my proposal speaks truth in you, wear the same outfit and meet me here.â
Mr. Dalton's proposal rang through Nateâs mind.
âMr. Dalton, this is crazy.â Nate panted heavily, âI canât just do that.â 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 couldnât find the conclusion favorable.
âDonât disappoint me young man.â Mr. Dalton commented.
âMr. Dalton -â
âShh.â
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 wasnât going to come back. Nate knew he didnât want to be associated with Mr. Dalton ever again.
Nate managed to stand up and stabilized himself. He couldnât bring himself to look into Mr. Daltonâs eye.
âHeâs crazy. This is crazy and stupid.â Nate thought to himself. Nate couldnât 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. Daltonâs home in his new suit and shoes. Except, while the outrageous idea of Mr. Dalton lingers in Nateâs thoughts, all he couldâve thought was the experience that happened. Nate didnât 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 wasâŠ