Master John’s Tales (sub #2: Chapter 4)

On Saturday I went to one of the gay bars which serves food around 7 p.m., to meet friends. There were five of us there, all tall and athletic, a couple of them especially muscular like me.

We were already enjoying a beer when Paulo arrived.

“Hi Sir,” he announced himself to me.

“Hi boi,” I said. “Why don’t you introduce yourself to the gang?”

“Uh, yes Sir,” he mumbled uncomfortably. “Hi Sirs, I’m Paulo.”

“How do you know John, sub?” my buddy Vin asked. Vin is Italian, a hulk of a guy.

Paulo looked up at him and swallowed. “I, umm, uhh, met him online,” he said, looking sideways at me to check he wasn’t sharing too much.

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I smiled. “Relax, fag,” I said. “These are my buddies. You can tell them anything. Go ahead, tell them what you do for me.”

“Oh, uhh,” he started. “I do some house chores for Master John.

“Is that so?” Vin asked, seemingly genuinely intrigued. “Like what?” he asked.

“Oh you know, the usual,” Paulo said. “Cleaning, cooking, laundry, errands, foot massage, and a couple of days ago I served at a dinner party organized by another friend of his.”

I chuckled. “The usual?” I asked rhetorically. “You sure came a long way since doing no chores just a few days ago. I’m glad it seems so natural to you now, fag,” I said.

“Nice,” Vin said. “And you said you serve John’s friends too?”

“Wait, what was that?” another one of the guys chimed in, and they all seemed to listen more intently now.

“Well, uhh,” Paulo said. “You know, whatever pleases Master John.”

“I think it would please John if we set up a calendar of your weekly chores to serve any one of us who wants your services, don’t you think?” Vin said, looking at me.

I rolled my eyes. “You better not overuse my sub,” I said jokingly to Vin. Addressing Paulo, I asked, “can you handle all of that, fag? You might be asked to do chores every evening and sometimes in the morning before work. You can speak frankly. I don’t want you to over-promise and under-deliver.”

“Uh,” Paulo started saying, seeming uncomfortable. “Well, I do need to have some free time to do some of my own chores like grocery shopping, cooking and going to the gym.”

I laughed. “The gym is not a chore,” I said. “But if you’re lacking the motivation and fun at the gym, that’s actually a good reason to hang around us as much as you can. Every one of us knows his way around the gym. Do the chores for everyone, and we’ll make sure you get the most out of the gym. And you’re going to love having five Alphas rip your ass at the gym. As to the chores, you may find you will learn to become more efficient with your time in our service, and you’ll be required to cook and do grocery shopping for us anyway, so it doesn’t add much time if you just combine those chores with your own required chores at home.

“Oh. I guess when you put it like that…” Paulo said.

A couple of the guys laughed. One of them said, “you’ll make fags do anything for you, won’t you, boss?”

“You know it!” I chuckled. “But little Paulo here loves being in my service, doesn’t he?” I smiled as I looked down at him and patted his head.

“Yes Sir, thank you for letting me serve you and your friends,” Paulo said.

“You’re welcome, fag,” I said.

“Now, our dinner should be ready for pickup by now. Why don’t you go ask at the counter,” I said, pointing in the direction of the kitchen. “You may buy yourself a drink or a smoothie, if you like. And tell them you’d like to pick up the order for the five amazing Alphas,” I said.

“Umm, I, uhh, really Sir?” Paulo asked, blushing like a tomato.

“Yes, boi,” I said reassuringly. “Take it easy. It’s a kink-friendly gay bar and we’re regulars. If you say it’s for ‘the five amazing Alphas’ it will help them know which order you’re looking for.”

“Yes Sir,” Paulo said, seeming unconvinced.

But he took off.

“Boy, you really have him wrapped around your finger,” one of my buddies said.

“Always!” I said, grinning, and they all burst out laughing.

“Cheers,” Vin said, raising his glass, and we all raised our glasses. “Cheers! To faggots!” I said, and they all repeated after me, “to faggots!”

Paulo returned a few minutes later with a couple of plates and then headed back to the kitchen for the rest of our order. Mostly finger food that was easy enough to eat while standing, and a smoothie for himself. "Now," I said, "go to the coat check and ask them for the shoeshine set," and I handed him a $10 bill.

"Yes Sir," he replied, and took off.

He came back a few minutes later carrying a small children's stool, a towel, a couple of rags, a brush and a couple of shoeshine products.

I took the stool from him and set it in the middle between us, under the tall bar tables and facing me. "Start with my shoes," I said, and then you can work on the others," I said.

He sat down on the little stool, even below the height of our waists. He spread a towel on one of his legs and I placed my foot on it, as he got to work on my black boot with the brush, and shoe polish. We repeated the same with the other boot, and then I helped him get up. Actually, I put my hands under his armpits and lifted him up like a kid.

He got on his feet and grabbed his smoothie to sip on it. "Thank you, Sir," he said, blushing.

"You bet, fag," I said. "You may take a moment and then continue with the gang. Who wants to go next?" I asked.

"I'd love to," Vin said.

Paulo didn't stall, but sat down on his little stool right away facing Vin.

When he was done and got up, Vin asked him, "are they clean?"

"Yes Sir," Paulo answered, somewhat surprised by the question.

"Clean enough to kiss them?" Vin asked.

Paulo paused for a moment and then answered, "Of course, Sir," as he got on his knees and kissed both shoes.

Vin patted him on the head, and then helped him up as I did, like lifting a kid.

Paulo lost his balance and planted his face in Vin's large chest. He then regained his balance and apologized profusely.

"It's alright, fag," Vin said. "I don't mind if you want to worship me," he added and pulled Paulo back and into a hug. Paulo's lips were on Vin's exposed chest, as he was wearing a tank top with a very deep cleavage. Vin held him there and caressed the top of his head for a moment, before pushing him toward one of the other guys.

We continued passing him around until everyone had their shoes shined. By the time he was done, we had finished our dinner. I sent him to return the shoeshine set and carry all of our plates to the kitchen.

After his first round the manager came over, a tall athletic 40-year-old Asian guy. "Hey Brian, how's it going?", I asked and we all exchanged fist bumps and shoulder bumps with him. "All good, thanks John. But you know, you really didn't need to have your boi clear your table," he said.

"It's my pleasure," I said. "And he's happy to help too. He is a chore slave after all."

"Oh?" he said, raising an eyebrow. "I could actually use some extra help, as one of the guys called in sick today."

"One hour of his help for another round of drinks?" I suggested.

"Deal," he said, and shook my hand.

Paulo got back just then and I informed him of the arrangement. "I'm lending you to Master Brian, the manager, to do a little work for an hour. Understood?"

"Yes Sir," Paulo replied and followed Brian back to the kitchen. Soon afterwards, he came back with a large open container and started to clear plates and glasses from other tables. Brian made him a busboy.

In the meantime we worked on a weekly work schedule for Paulo. I didn't see him for a while, but he was back after an hour had passed. He was carrying another smoothie for himself, as well as a plate with two slices of cheesecake for us."

"What's going on?" I asked. "Was everything ok in the kitchen? Your face is a little red and your hair is a little messy."

"Yes Sir, thank you!" he replied. "Master Brian included fucking me as part of my kitchen responsibilities."

"Is that so?" I asked. "So that's what the extra gifts are for?"

"Yes Sir," Paulo answered. "I mean, I guess, Sir. But I was happy to submit to Master Brian. He is hot! He's ripped with a six-pack and his cock is pretty big! Definitely not the Asian stereotype."

"OK, OK, take it easy, that's too much information," I said. "Remember you have all the dicks you need around this table. Though if you're going to be such a slut, I might take advantage of that. Some guys don't really need you to do chores for them, but they may be happy to use you for sex. You could earn me more money like that."

"Oh, I, uh, I guess," he said, hesitantly.

"OK, we'll see about that," I said. "Now, why don't we go over your new weekly work schedule. We're all going to exchange emails, so that we can schedule your chores. And we'll create a group chat for any messages that may concern everyone. We're five guys, so you're going to have two days in my service, one with everyone else, and one free day for yourself. You'll be doing cleaning, cooking, laundry, grocery shopping, massage, or anything else we might want. If any of the guys wants to use you for sex, they can do that too. Is that clear?"

"Yes Sir," Paulo replied.

"Good. You've come a long way in your training since being a sub who hasn't even done chores for anyone, and now you're doing them for me without expecting sex, you're doing them for anyone I tell you, and you're letting me pimp you out as a maid for money. Oh, and not to forget that you submitted to sissification training from Master Aaron. How is that going?"

"Uh, ok Sir," Paulo said. "I think Master Aaron is happy."

"And how are you feeling about it, sissy?" I asked.

"I, umm," he blushed. "I guess it's exciting. It's embarrassing, but I'm excited and I'm so happy to be in the service of all of you Alphas, Sir."

"Cheers to that," Vin said, and we all raised our glasses.