Enslavement of Jim

Chapter four

After telling Jim where to put the box, Blair ordered him into the bathroom to remove all the hair from the neck down. As he was walking away he warned him not to try to listen in to his conversation with Simon.

Jim’s absence from the room was more for Blair’s benefit than Jim’s. With him out of the way, he could ask Simon questions about the stuff in the box. Since Jim wouldn’t be in the room or listening in, he would never know about Blair’s lack of knowledge on this subject. Never show a weakness if you can help it.

After Jim was gone, Simon started digging into the box. “Well let’s see what we have here,” he said. “I see the usual leather wear; harnesses, o-rings, and such to keep him hard or to keep things in place. But, since he is forbidden to wear these anymore, at least without your permission, these are worthless now. Oh, look - - some warm up paddles.”

Simon pulled out two long ping-pong shaped paddles. These were used to warm up a sub or slave’s ass for either playtime or punishment.

“You’ll love these. Nothing like sinking into an ass that’s warm on the outside and the inside.”

He set the paddles to one side and finished going through the box. There was nothing more in there but the normal dildos, butt plugs, and such. Blair kept out one of the larger plugs and some lube for when Jim returned.

“Now Blair, when Jim comes out I will show you how to inspect him. It will seem like I am treating him like a piece of meat, but that is what he is right now and will be from now on. Subs get different treatment than slaves because they volunteer to give up their rights. Slaves have their rights taken away because of behavior or they give them away because they want or need something, like Jim wanted you to be his new Master and for you to be trained as such.” Simon stopped for a moment, letting Blair digest all that he had learned thus far. “You do realize that all he owned is now yours to do with as you see fit. From the loft to the club to his trust fund and his truck. You even control how long he works, or if he works. What he wears to work, how he acts at work, everything in his life is yours to control. If you don’t say anything he will just go along as normal, but if you issue an order he will obey it. He has to, no matter what. I’ll back you on any order to him, even if it means it will disrupt the bullpen.”

Blair swallowed heavily. He didn’t realize the extent of the responsibility he now had with Jim. He would even control what Jim could or couldn’t eat. No more unhealthy, greasy food. It would be health food all the way. That thought made him smile.

“Blair, I’m not liking that smile. It means trouble for Jim,” Simon chuckled.

“I just realized that I finally have the first and last word on his diet from now on.”

They both heard a low groan from just behind them and, turning, they saw Jim hanging his head and shaking it slowly like he couldn’t believe what he had gotten himself into.

“So Slave, no more grease, no fat, no bad stuff, health food all the way. And you will be doubling your workouts, too. I want more definition in those abs of yours. Meanwhile, get over here so we can inspect how you did on your shaving,” Blair ordered.

Jim looked at the floor as he tentatively spoke. “Sir, there were a few areas that I couldn’t reach because of it being physically impossible to do so.”

“Well, what would you do in the past then?”

“I would ask my current Master to help me, and depending on their mood they would or wouldn’t, Sir.” Jim blushed. “And if they wouldn’t help me then I got punished for having hair, Sir.”

Blair watched him in silence for a few minutes before speaking. “First, if you can’t do something because of physical or sensory problems, you will not be punished. I see that as being cruel just for the sake of being cruel. Second, I will most, if not all the time, help you with the hard to reach spots, as I like to take care of my property. And third, if you try to follow my orders and fail you will not be punished, because you did follow my orders you just couldn’t do it. Now, that does not include during sex or at other times that will be explained later. Now get over here, Master Simon wants to show me how to inspect a slave since it is different than inspecting a sub.”

Simon stood in front of Jim. “Yes, that’s right. I think I will show you both. With a sub you need to be gentle when doing some of the inspection, like lifting their balls, and feeling for stubble and things like that, checking under their arms for it, and their ass crack. See how I am checking him, with gentle motions.” He smiled over his shoulder at Blair. “With a slave, you can pick them up and twist them.” At this Jim moaned and tried to pull away and Simon hit him with one of the paddles. ”Stand still. You know better. Pull the bag smooth to feel for stubble, make them raise their arms straight up and run your hands over their pits to see if there is stubble. When I check a slave for stubble there I use a piece of paper. This may cause paper cuts, but who cares? They’re only slaves.” He stepped back and let his gaze roam over Jim’s naked body, making the big man fidget slightly.

“Slave, turn around and present yourself.”

Jim was blushing bright red as he turned around and grabbed both cheeks and spread them.

“As you can see, there is some hair and stubble there. This is one area most slaves have problems getting smooth by themselves.” Smacking Jim on the ass with the paddle, he said sternly, “Slave, go get the straight razor and soap and a bowl of clean water so we can finish the job you so poorly started.”

While Jim was gone, Simon turned to Blair. “If it wasn’t for his bad reaction to medications and chemicals, I would recommend using the cream we use for the club slaves that permanently removes all their hair from the neck down.”

Blair raised his hands, alarmed. “No! We don’t know how that would affect him. It might even have the reverse reaction, for all we know.”

Jim returned shortly with the items requested and both men noticed that he had a hard-on that could drill through the floor. He handed over the items to Blair, turned around and displayed himself for the shaving.

Blair noticed that Jim had brought him old fashion straight razor and he had no trouble seeing how sharp it was. Looking at Simon with his eyebrows raised, he pointedly looked back at the razor.

“Oh yes. When a slave does his or her own shaving, it is best they use a disposable razor. But when a Master performs the chore, the proper way to do is with a very sharp straight blade. Don’t worry about nicks or cuts, unless for some reason you want to see nicks and cuts on his body. We all know that this is your first attempt at shaving him. However, I wouldn’t recommend too many nicks and cuts there. It’s too easily for them to get infected. I’ll show you later where they hurt the worst and don’t show up at all while he is working.”

Picking up a shaving cup with a brush and lather in it and realizing he had never seen this before either, Blair saw red. Motioning for one of the paddles, which Simon placed into his hands, he reached back and swung with all his might. Jim let out a howl like a wounded dog and hopped around as he grabbed his abused cheeks because the paddle landed square in the middle of the crack.

“Slave I didn’t tell you to break position. Get back into position now - - you will be punished later for that as well. Now, do you know what you did to deserve that swat, Slave?” Blair’s voice was hardened steel, making Jim shiver with apprehension.

“No, Sir, I don’t Sir.” Jim’s voice cracked as he spoke.

“Simple, you didn’t follow orders. I told you to bring me everything from your leather past, and I see in front of me three things that you did not bring to me immediately; the mug, the brush, and the razor blade.” Blair took a deep breath. “Now, do you understand, Slave?”

“Sir, yes, SIR.”

“Good, after I shave you, you will have one more attempt to go and get what you ’forgot’ to get the first time, Slave.”

“Right, Sir.”

Under Simon’s watchful eyes, Blair lathered up the soap again and spread it carefully over the stubble and hairs. He then picked up the straight razor, grabbed Jim by the balls and cock to hold him in position, and in smooth even strokes began removing the hair and soap mixture.

At each stroke he could feel Jim shudder, as if he were trying not to move. “Slave, does this feel good to you?”

“God, Yes SIR.”

“HHHHMMM, we may work it into our play as a pleasure if you’re good - - or deny it if you’re bad. I will think about it later.”

All Jim could do at that time was whimper as he struggled to stand still.

It only took a few strokes to remove the offending hairs. When it was finished, Blair wiped the remains of the lather off with the towel and then leaned forward and gave Jim a kiss in the small of the back, making Jim moan loudly.

Slapping the upturned ass hard, he said sternly, “Now, go get the remaining things like you were told. I have to talk to Simon here, so turn down your hearing to a 4. Now go.”

Jim stood up, taking the shaving mess with him without expressly being told to do so, as he scurried away to fulfill his orders.

Blair watched Jim walk away before turning to Simon. ”Simon, I want Jim to suffer a little bit today. I want him to have that hard on for the rest of the day, until I order him to give us a show later tonight. I also want the other cops who are members of the club to be over here by eight. I want them to know what Jim’s new position is so when he’s at work they can tease and whisper things to him. Jim is not to have any safe harbor to hide from his mistakes.” Nodding, Simon reached into the box to remove a few items, while Blair continued to talk and ask questions.

“Since you are senor Top, you need to warn them that if anything gets out on the general rumor mill, they are the first ones I will question and it won’t be with words. It’s alright for us in the club and lifestyle to annoy him, but that is it.”

“I agree with you Blair, and I’ll help with the questioning as well should anything happen. But are you sure you want to do this? It might be too much for Jim. I’m afraid he’ll have no place that he can just be himself.”

Blair stared at Simon with his hand on his hips. “That’s just it, Simon. As a branded slave, he has lost the right to have self. I want him to learn a very important lesson. He started this without thinking. If he came to me first none of this would have happened to this degree. When I feel he has learned his lesson, I will have everyone layoff. If they don’t? Well then I’ll have to make my position known.” Blair watched to see if he could gauge Simon’s reaction to his words. “Surely, the club has ways to settle disputes of this type.”

“We have them fight it out on the second floor where everyone can see; no rules, anything goes. The better man wins. Women fight against women, but no woman fights against a man; either he picks a woman or she picks a man to fight for them.”

“Just as I thought.”

“You sound as if you don’t approve, Blair.” Simon said cautiously. He knew there would be some stumbling blocks and here was one now.

Blair shrugged expressively. “Yes and NO. No, I don’t approve violence for violence sake, but to guard what is yours sometimes you have to fight. In order to keep Jim from being picked on forever, beyond what is normal for his new station, I know I will have to fight to regain some of his status. I can fight as you know, and I can fight to win, again as you know. I just don’t want to have to fight every time we go to the club. Eventually I will lose from the sheer numbers coming at me.”

At that point Jim returned with his hands full of little nick knacks that were hidden around the loft. These were things that Blair had never seen; stuff like an Etienne drawing on a bar towel, several posters done by artist in the gay community, some clothes such as a pride t-shirt, and other things like that.

Blair motioned for Jim to put them all in the box. They watched how carefully he placed them into the box on top of the other items already there and they both realized that these items were precious to him, and they silently vowed to be careful with them.

“Good, Slave, very good. You have just two more tasks to complete before we leave to go shopping. I want you to take this butt plug and insert it,” Blair said as he handed the plug and lube over to Jim. “Now get on your back, and give us a show.”

Looking at the size of the plug Jim groaned. After using the lube generously on the plug, Jim lay back on the floor and slowly lubed up his love hole. First he inserted one finger and, after that slid in and out easily, he inserted two, working them in and out and scissoring them.

“That’s enough prep, slave. Put in the plug,” Simon ordered, knowing full well that the plug tip was bigger than the opening that had been prepared.

Whimpering, Jim slowly began pushing the plug against his opening, trying to get the tip in after all this time. He knew he would have trouble because it has been some time since he done anything like this.

Both Simon and Blair saw that Jim was having trouble doing what he was ordered to, even though he was trying to complete the task the best of his ability. Blair looked at Simon, who looked like he was getting angry at Jim.

Suddenly, Simon jumped up and stormed over to Jim. “You pathetic excuse of a slave! Like this…” He grabbed the plug and, using his strength and better angle, slowly forced the plug into Jim’s hole. As this was happening, Jim is groaned continually, eyes shut tight as tears ran down the sides of his face. His hands are balled into fists as he struggled to maintain his position and not cry out.

“SIMON, STOP. STOP NOW!” Blair was frantic, worried for Jim’s well-being.

Simon stopped what he was doing and looked up at Blair, shocked. No one had ever stopped him from correcting a slave or sub before, let alone a novice Master.

“Master Simon, Jim is my SLAVE, and your actions are out of place here. If I wanted him corrected it would have been my place to correct him. Now if you look closely, you have forced the plug in before he was ready and he is bleeding all over the floor. Pull the plug out so we can see if the damage is severe or not. If not, we can continue with the insertion, but if it is I don’t what him torn and unable to perform for me tonight.”

Hearing the sense of Blair’s objection and seeing the blood, Simon realized he had stepped over the bounds of taste in their lifestyle. He quickly apologized to Blair and gently removed the plug. Of course, not a word was said to Jim as was proper for his position and status. Blair left the room and returned with the first aid kit and some water. After cleaning the area and examining it, he decided the plug was much too large to be inserted at this time and that he would chose a smaller one. Blair searched the box, being careful not to break anything. Once he found a reasonably good size one, he gently inserted it into Jim’s hole without too much trouble.

The first thing Jim noticed about the plug Blair chose was that it was weighted so he had to think about it constantly to keep it inside. If he forgot about it then it would start to slip out, and if he lost it completely it would mean a punishment. Even after all the doctoring and such Jim was still hard because the new plug kept hitting his prostate. Blair noticed his predicament so he got a cock ring and put it on Jim so he would stay hard. He then told him to find his tightest pair of the lightest jeans he had and to put them on.

“Slave, I want you to get dressed, tape up that box and take it down to the storage area that belongs to me now. Put it someplace where it will be safe even if you have to move things. Put padding around if you have to so it will be safe. Take your time as I know these things are dear to you and I would not like anything to be broken or damaged.”

After Jim left the loft Blair turned to Simon. “Look Simon, you need to trust me here. I am going to be Jim’s Master - - not you. From now on if Jim is to be punished, or if you think he needs to be punished tell me. I will decided if what he is doing or has done is a punishable offense. Some of the things you would punish him for might not be what I would want to punish him for. After all, every Master is different and I need to take care of my slave in my own way.”

“Your correct Blair, and all I can do is apologize for stepping like I did, it was wrong, and I am sorry,” Simon said. He really knew better, why did he do it, he thought

“It’s okay, Simon, just don’t slip up again,” warned Blair.