A sub gives up a lot when he submits; where he lives, what he wears (if anything), when and who he has sex with. All of this takes a lot of trust. A Dom has to deserve that trust. As tough as a Dom can be to his subs, he has to be there to protect them, make sure they are not harmed in a way that causes severe damage. A Dom is responsible for not only the physical well-being of his sub, but the mental well-being. Is this what the sub really wants? Is the sub getting the fulfillment out of submission that makes him want to go on.
This is a fictional story of a Dom that does not take care of his subs, and what some other area Doms do in response. I put one of my own slaves in this one. Kip is an even better boy than I portray him here.
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[Early] It was a text from Max. Master was going to be home early. Tall, with a swimmer's build, Kip had been a full time live-in slave to his Master for over 5 years. He knew his Master's habits, likes and dislikes. A quick glance was all it took for Kip to know if he would be beat or have a service expected of him. Whatever Master wanted, that is what was important to Kip, the servitude encompassed his life.
Kip looked around, even if Master returned early, everything was ready, Kip had not been lax in his duties. Kip wondered what was bringing his Master home sooner than expected. He didn't have long to wait, as Kip heard Master's car enter the garage. Kip rushed to his place, kneeling down.
"Boy." Max said, and Kip looked up, always glad his Master was back. Kip could instantly tell his Master was not in a good mood. Kip felt a surge of panic. Had he done something wrong? Was he in trouble? "I'm having a few men over. I'm not sure if we'll be eating, so have something ready just in case. Sandwiches will be fine." Max rubbed his brow, Kip knew his Master and could tell whatever had disturbed Master was not his slave.
"Yes, Master." Max walked away, seemingly ignoring his slave, Kip went to the kitchen and prepped a number of items so he would be able to provide sandwiches at a moment's notice.
Kip had heard Max make it back to the lounge. Having completed his prep work, Kip entered the lounge, went up to his Master and knelt, humbly waiting his Master's wishes.
After a few minutes, Max looked over at his naked slave and ruffled his hair. "Ah boy, I'm out of sorts. I got some news today, and I have to take some action. I need the men coming tonight to help me decide what action we should take. You will need to serve us and stay out of the way. No matter what you hear, don't react, we can talk about it after. I know you'll be good, or I would send you away during our discussion. You understand me?"
"Yes, Master." Kip knew whatever was happening was serious, and that he would have to be on his toes tonight.
Kip nuzzled his owner's crotch, eliciting a low moan. This is what his Master needed. Kip mouthed the growing cock under the pants, feeling it harden with his mouth's ministrations. "Oh, yes." Max whispered standing, and Kip opened the pants, freeing the large cock inside.
Extending his tongue, Kip touched the end of Max's cock, getting a taste of pre-cum. Kip moved forward, taking more of the dick in his mouth, moving his lips and tongue to pleasure it. Adding a bit of suction, Kip moved to encompass the entirety of the manhood, shoving it deep into his throat. Kip grabbed Max's ass, pulling his Master's body closer, shoving the cock deeper.
Kip couldn't breath, but that was a secondary concern to pleasing his owner, to take the stress away. Kip had shoved up against Max's pelvis, trying to get deeper. Movement was limited, but the effort was intense, Kip's choking giving pulsations to Max's cock, causing the man to impale Kip on the huge rod.
Kip had to pull off, before he blacked out using the withdrawal to add more pleasure. Kip grabbed a quick gasp of air and went all the way back down. Kip's head bobbed back and forth traveling the distance of the impressive member.
Kip made noises, sloppy and loud but neither cared, lost in the pleasure the slave was rightly giving to his Master. Max stood there, taking the service he deserved. Kip's throat was warm and moist, so pleasing. Kip worked at his task, using skills he had developed over years of practice and effort.
Kip's cocksucking skills were indeed impressive. Enough to distract his Master from whatever was weighing on his mind. Max's hands came to Kip's head, grabbing it starting to force Kip's head back and forth. That grabbing lasted about 2 seconds when Max whispered "Can't" and released. Max was upset and would not lay hands on his property in his mental state.
Kip was always attentive to his Master, and recognized what happened. Whatever was on Max's mind was significant enough that Max did not want to take hold of him. That was rare, but Kip appreciated that if Max suspected he would be less than totally in control, he wouldn't touch Kip. That little action meant so much to Kip. Max might beat him, but never in anger. Kip pushed harder to suck his Master.
"Urrgh!" Max came in Kip's mouth, Kip swallowing the load down. Max sat back in a chair, Kip following cleaning Max's cock, then put it back in the pants.
"Good boy, I needed that." Max exhaled deeply. Kip stayed on his knees. Max remained in silent contemplation, so Kip remained waiting.
The doorbell rang. Max waved his hand indicating Kip should answer it. Kip got up and opened the door, letting in one of the local Doms. "Welcome, Sir." Kip said, ushering the tall, dignified Dom into the lounge. Kip recognized the man as a local Dom, who didn't keep any at his home, but used a number of subs.
"Scotch." the Dom said to Kip as he passed the slave and headed to the lounge.
"Roger." Max said.
"Bad business, isn't it?" Roger found a seat and took the tumbler of scotch Kip served him.
"Very bad. Benny and Hans will be here soon, we can go over the whole business then." Max replied.
"It could be worse, if I hadn't been on shift, who knows what would have happened?" Roger said.
"We know now. We need to head it off." As Max said this the doorbell rang again. Max waved his hand, and Kip went to the door.
Benny and Hans were there, and Kip ushered them to the lounge. Hans was a big German, known for specializing in gymrats into pain. Benny was fairly young, but had a large home and an impressive stable of slaves who lived there full time, about 20 last Kip had heard. It was like a commune dedicated to a single man. Both took seats after giving Kip drink orders, who instantly began to make the drinks.
Max started up. "All right, I know this is an unusual meeting, but it can't wait. You all know Roger. He's going to tell us what happened today. Roger, you have the floor."
Roger looked at his glass a moment. "I think you all know I'm an orthopaedist. At times, I have to cover the ER in case there is a broken bone. Two mornings ago we had a kid brought in, he was pretty beat up. Broken arm, bruises all over. I was called in to set the arm. He looked familiar, and I kept an eye on him. The police didn't get anything out of him, he just said he got jumped and didn't see who it was. When he was alone, I went into check his arm. I asked him if he knew Rory. His eyes panicked. I calmed him and told him I wasn't going to send him back. I whispered that I was a Dom as well, and ordered him to tell me what happened. He said he was bad and had been punished. He promised that he would be a good boy from now on. I've made sure he'll be kept overnight, and I have a part-time sub on the overnight nurse shift. He's been ordered to keep an eye on the poor boy."
"He's always been tough on his boys." Hans said. "But I have wondered how, well, willing they are for the beatings he gives them."