Date: Tue, 17 Apr 2007 19:12:27 -0400 From: Michael J. Griffith <firstname.lastname@example.org> Subject: The Warehouse, Chapter 8: Dinner and a Show Mike stepped out of the elevator, and his apartment door opened. There stood Pete, with his perpetual hard-on, holding a fresh drink. How the hell does he know exactly when Mike's going to arrive? The elevator can't be heard from inside the apartment. Mike concluded Pete was using the Security Guard tracking system to prepare for his Master. Now, there's initiative! Mike walked through the apartment door and took the drink. He leaned over, kissed Pete on the cheek, and whispered, "Your gift will arrive shortly. I think you'll like him. How do feel about fucking a virgin?" "Oh, thank you Sir! Please tell me you'll watch. I want you to enjoy my gift as well! A virgin? Is it the gorilla you told me you purchased this morning? Is he as hairy as you said he was?" Ah, the latitude I give Pete, Mike thought. Why not? He knew Pete was a straight man, used to be a successful businessman, and being a puck was a big change. The fact he was such a good servant was an indicator he was adapting-or plotting something. The doorbell rang. "May I get that, Sir? It's your dinner." "Certainly. I'll go wash up." Mike walked through his bedroom to the master bath. Mike loved his bed. A black steel canopy bed, with tailored green curtains, canopy, and bedskirt. Not all frilly, it had a certain masculine style about it. With the fabric in place, you couldn't even see the many eyebolts. Pull off the fabric, held in place by many Velcro seams, put on a leather or rubber sheet, and it became a recreational area. Mike was equally proud of his bathroom. It had a whirlpool tub for six, a second deep soaking tub, an enclosed steam shower, a second large shower with nine shower heads-one of those showers where you walk around a corner to get in. Nothing to step over, nor a door or curtain. The walls and floor were covered in blue-green iridescent tile, with purple accents. Lush purple towels were always within easy reach, hanging on heated bars. It could get cold in this part of the state, and while snow was not common, it wasn't unheard of, either. Mike washed his hands and walked into the open loft. Pete and Bull were standing in presentation position, legs apart, hands behind their heads, and Bull was holding Jack's leash. Jack was on his knees, again in proper presentation position, carefully placed between Pete and Bull. Jack had apparently been delivered while Mike was washing for dinner. It was a tableau that could only have been organized by Pete. Mike walked over, stood about ten feet away admiring the picture, then remained silent for over a minute. He scanned each one of them from head to toe. They focused their eyes forward, seemingly oblivious to anything around them. Finally, Mike spoke. "Pete, what sort of show will you be putting on tonight?" "Whatever Master would like to see. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to use this ape to amuse you. Would you like him slowly opened up, raped, or something in between?" Perhaps Bull could fuck him hard, or I could open him up and fuck him long and slow. What does Master want to see?" Mike looked down at Jack, and thought he saw Jack tremble a bit. He saw Jack's jaw muscles twitching. The possibilities were endless! Pete could suck Jack until he was hard, then Jack could fuck Bull, then Pete could tongue Jack's ass until he was ready for Pete to enter him. Pete could fuck both of them hard, or easy. Bull could.... The possibilities were endless, and with the ED medication Mike kept all of them taking without their knowledge, all three of them were constantly seeking holes to fill. "Pete, this is your gift for excellent service. Take Jack and his keeper into my bedroom and decide what you want to do. You can do it in the bedroom with whips and chains, on the sofa in here, on the floor, or in the fuckin' parking lot. Have fun with it. If you can't scare up an after-dinner show, or you've exhausted yourself before I finish my dinner, then so be it. I can always find something else to amuse me. "You're dismissed." The three men scurried to the bedroom. Mike walked over to the dining table, where a puck he did not recognize was presenting himself. Mike looked at the plate on the table. Various greens, vegetables, fruit, and nuts. A proper salad. A tray holding several dressings was to the left, in front of the server. The large glass of water and a pitcher of ice water were also present. Mike drank water with dinner. If the dinner was mediocre, he'd have another scotch. Mike put his drink on the table and said, "I don't recognize you, but the salad looks good. How do you suggest I dress it?" "I recommend the raspberry vinaigrette. May I serve you, Sir?" "You may. Where's my usual server?" "I begged to come in his place. I am the chef who assembled the salad that offended you yesterday. Please, Sir, decide my punishment, and then, if you will, let me have a second chance. I brought your steak and vegetables up to the apartment kitchen to be prepared and served to you piping hot. With Master's permission, I will prepare your entrée." "The salad looks decent. I'll give you another chance. Take it, dress it lightly with the dressing you recommend, toss it lightly, and serve me. Then, present yourself to me from across the table, and I'll decide what comes next." "Yes, Sir." The chef prepared the salad as ordered, then walked around the table and presented himself. Mike took a bite of the salad. He looked up at the puck standing across from him. His head was shaved, as was his face. He looked to be about 60, maybe 5' 10" and 160 pounds. His chest was covered with a thick pelt of white hair. "Not bad. What is your name?" "My name is David, Sir." "David, go prepare the rest of my meal. When I finish the salad, I expect to be served promptly with food as fresh as you just promised. You are excused." "Thank you, Sir." David scampered down a short hall, where a restaurant-quality kitchen would allow him to perform his best work. Mike picked up a remote control, and the painting across the room moved up, uncovering a television screen. Mike was used to dining alone, and typically watched the BBC News while he had dinner. Local TV news was crap, and national news had the depth of a cheap movie magazine. The BBC would present a clear view of international events. Ninety-nine percent of the goods in the warehouse were imported, and international events determined the flow of goods, and Mike's revenue. Mike ate half the salad, then watched the news for a bit, then took a couple of bites, then stopped again. He was just doing it to fuck with David. There was a monitor on the wall the kitchen that gave the chef a view looking down upon the top of the table. The monitor was placed there to allow the kitchen staff to serve promptly without hovering around the table. Just as Mike took the last bite of his salad, David appeared with a cart bearing Mike's steak on a steel platter, sizzling, and a plate with his baked potato swimming in butter, and green beans prepared with something. Maybe red peppers? Mike's tastes were simple, but he expected the food to be perfect. More than one puck started out as a chef and ended up in the warehouse. "Please serve my entrée. The salad was excellent." David quickly removed the salad plate and served the main course. "Fill my water glass, then stand across the table, a bit to the side so I can see the news, and present yourself. I'll let your work determine your punishment." David crossed the room, and stood as he was told. Mike took a bite of the potato, then the beans, and finally the steak. David was staring straight ahead, not daring to look at what Master Mike was doing. "The food is very good. It appears you know how to cook. Why the hell was there iceberg lettuce in the kitchen yesterday, and what possessed you to serve it to me?" "I don't know why the lettuce was there, Sir. I found it in the cooler, and, knowing you liked a simple, hearty meal, used it in your salad, Sir." "When you leave my apartment, find out who was responsible for that lettuce being in the cooler. I don't want that crap served to my men, and I sure as hell don't want it served to me. Iceberg lettuce has the nutritional value of recycled paper!" "I apologize, Sir. I will find out how it came to be here, Sir." Mike ate his meal as he watched the news. David stood quietly, wondering what was going to happen next. Mike shut off the television, placed his napkin on his plate, and said, "The dinner met my expectations. Your service was very good. Clear the table, then go to the bedroom and tell Pete I want to see him. After you have brought Pete to me, you are to lie across the table, feet on the floor, legs spread, and await your punishment." "Thank you, Sir." David bowed, then followed his instructions quickly. The moment Pete appeared, David spread himself at the edge of the table. "So, Pete, do you have a show for me, or have you already blown your balls?" "I thought Sir might like to see the PUC Jack broken in." "So, you're going to fuck the gorilla. This should be good. Where?" "I thought Master would like to relax in his chair while we break in the new puck." Mike loved his thirty-year-old Stressless chair, and Pete knew it. "Let me bring you a fresh drink, and bring out the gorilla for his training." Mike settled into his favorite chair and Pete delivered a fresh drink. Bull walked into the room, followed by Jack, on his leash. Jack was crouched down, hopping along, with his arms hanging down. Just like a gorilla. Bull stopped ten feet in front of Mike, with Jack sitting on his haunches next to Jack, knuckles dragging on the ground. What did Pete have in store? Jack lumbering out on his knuckles was cute, but would wear thin if the act continued. Pete announced, "Gorilla, it's time for you to learn how to suck cock!" With that, Pete started rubbing his crotch in Jack's face. Pete pulled Jack around so Mike could see what was happening. Jack licked Pete's erect cock, then took it into his mouth. "Suck on it, ape man! Watch out for the PA ring. If you break a tooth, your keeper will have to pull the broken tooth out. If you scrape my dick, your keeper will pull all your teeth out. "That's it, use your tongue. Take it down your throat. I want to feel your lips on my pubes." Pete grabbed Jack's head, and ground it into his crotch. Jack started choking. Pete pulled Jack back by his ears, and exclaimed, "You'd best learn to take it down deep, ape man. If you don't learn to open up your holes, you'll find yourself sold for parts. Your eyes are worth a few thousand. Each. Your mouth better start working pretty hard to earn your keep." Considering Jack had never sucked cock, he was doing a respectable job. Sure, snot was pouring from his nose, and he was gagging sometimes. When he choked, he would pull back, take a breath, then take it even deeper. Mike could not imagine how Pete motivated this puck, but clearly, it was working. Pete backed away from Jack, and said, "Show Bull what you've learned so far." Bull moved in front of Jack and lay on his back, then pulled Jack down on his cock. Pete swiftly moved behind Jack, and spread Jack's cheeks. Pete licked Jack's asshole while Bull pulled Jack's head down on to his cock. Bull was as aggressive as Pete was gentle. Bull was pumping Jack's head on his cock, while Pete caressed Jack's hole with his tongue. Pete sat up, grabbed a tube of lube and poured some on Jack's ass crack, then, slowly slipped a finger in Jack's ass. Jack raised his head off Bull's cock, and moaned. Bull stoked Jack's cheek, and said, tenderly, "It's OK, buddy. It's OK." Bull then swung around so he was on his side, his head close to Jack's. Pete's probing finger touched Jack's prostate. Jack moaned again. Bull whispered, "It feels good, doesn't it? Relax, and let Pete and I make you feel good." Suddenly, Bull grabbed the back of Jack's head and began kissing Jack. Jack pulled back for just a moment, but as Pete massaged Jack's prostate, Jack gave in, and started kissing Bull back. Pete slipped in a second finger. Jack started to protest, but Bull pulled Jack's head back down with one hand, and gave Jack's nipple a gentle twist with the other. Bull kept Jack so busy that Jack scarcely noticed Pete had withdrawn his fingers, and slid in his cock. Ever so slowly and gently, Pete began fucking Jack. Whenever Jack pulled away from Bull, Bull, also gently, but firmly, pulled Jack back. Pete increased the speed and intensity of his strokes. Jack moaned. "Relax, baby. Let it feel good. You know you want it." Jack couldn't believe what was happening. Pete's cock did feel good. Bull's tongue felt good. It felt better kissing Bull than it ever did kissing his cow of a wife. It didn't make any sense. Nothing made sense anymore. Bull kissed Jack deeply, then said, "Let me fuck you, baby. I wanna make you feel good." Jack was silent for a moment, then replied, "Fuck me, daddy." Bull kissed Jack again, then crawled around behind Jack. Pete withdrew, and Bull entered Jack. Bull began pumping his hips fast and hard. It didn't feel nearly as good as when Pete was fucking him. Pete knelt down in front of Jack, grabbed his head, and forced his cock into Jack's mouth. Soon the two men were fucking Jack's holes fast and furiously. Jack began to protest again, but the two men kept pumping. Jack acquiesced. Jack grabbed Pete's ass, and pulled him close. Bull shouted, "Yes!" as Jack felt Bull's cum enter him. Pete withdrew from Jack's mouth, and, after stroking his cock a few times, came all over Jack's head. Bull pulled out of Jack, and Pete held Jack's head up. "Gorilla, I do believe you enjoyed that. Let's see." Pete pulled Jack to his feet. Jack was hard. Pete dropped to his knees and gave Jack his first blowjob ever. Robin never would have done such a thing! Jack screamed, "God, this feels good!" as he shot his wad down Pete's throat. Mike stood up, walked over to Jack, and said, "Good man. You'll do just fine here." Mike ran his fingers through Jack's chest hair, then slid his hand down to Jack's crotch. His other hand pulled Jack's head toward him, and he began kissing Jack. Jack didn't protest. He kissed back! Mike wrapped his arms around Jack and ran his hands through Jack's luxuriant back hair. Mike backed his head away slightly, but continued to hold Jack as his hands dropped to his buttocks. "I'd like to get a piece of that hairy ass" "Whatever Master wants." "Good man! Bull, do you think we can trust this puck?" "I'm not sure sir. He's been here less than a day." "Jack, you still need proper training. Normally, you'd be put in a small cage for the night to learn your place. Instead, I'd like to reward you for tonight's performance. "Bull, take Jack back to the Training Center, and put him in a cell. Give him a mattress, pillow, and a blanket. Let him rest quietly tonight. He's earned it. I'll be over in the morning. We'll discuss Jack's training then." "Yes, sir." Bull led Jack back to the Training Center.