“I went out and had too much to drink. I remember starting to walk home. That’s the last thing I remember.”

“Well, Mark, you’re here to stay. You’re starting a different education as of today. You belong to me as of last night. And since you belong to me, I can do anything I want with and to your body. I’ve done one thing while you were sleeping. That’s just the start.”

Mark realized quickly what Arnie had done and started sobbing as he asked, “Why? What did I do? I don’t understand how you could …” but Arnie again cut him off.

“Why and how I could is irrelevant. It’s done and you’re gonna have to get used to it. You have to get used to a lot of things. That’s enough; stop crying or I’ll give you something to cry about.” Mark realized that’s what a parent says to a child and that there was nothing he could do but as he was told and stifled his sobs as best he could.

“You’re here to please me in whatever way I want you to for as long as I keep you. You have no other purpose than that. When I want to fuck you or I want you to give me a blow job, you have no choice in the matter. If you say “no” you’ll be punished. If you don’t do it well, you’ll be punished. If you try to leave, I’ll cut your dick off. If I decide in the future to give you away or sell you, I don’t want to hear a word or sound of protest. You’re mine now to do with you as I wish. Got it?”

Mark nodded, so Arnie said “Yes, sir,” is the answer.

“Yes, sir,” Mark repeated.

“Good boy; that’s better. I’m gonna wait a while to start your fuck lessons because the incisions have to heal first, but that has nothing to do with your mouth, so we’ll start your blow-job training now.” Arnie got off the bed and said, “Come here.”

Mark got off the bed and knelt before his new owner, his mouth right in perfect position for Arnie’s already-hard cock. Arnie put his left hand at the back of Mark’s head to control its movement and used his right to slide his dick into Mark’s open mouth. Once it was in, he moved his right hand also to the back of Mark’s head. Mark did his best, but several times his teeth scraped Arnie’s dick and got slapped each time. He gagged multiple times but that seemed less annoying to Arnie because that didn’t lead to a slap. Arnie sped up his thrusts and his breathing increased as he approached his first climax in this kid. With a moan, he started pumping his load down Mark’s throat. Mark swallowed every drop, which surprised Arnie since it was his first try. Arnie knew they’d need to work on his teeth-scraping and his gagging, but he could tell Mark would improve in short order. “Not bad for your first time. You can get up.”

“Yes, sir,” Mark said as he stood. He was learning fast. He was also quickly accepting, or at least resigning himself, to what had been done to him as well as what was to come. He realized he had no choice but to do his best in his new life.

“Let’s go downstairs. We’ve got more to do after breakfast.” Arnie led the way to the kitchen and started fixing breakfast. “Today I’ll fix the meals, but starting tomorrow that will be your job.” He fixed an omelet for himself and a bowl of cold cereal for Mark. Mark’s mouth watered as he was invited to seat at the table. He loved omelets but has to be happy with Rice Krispies. This would be a recurring scene; he was subservient to Arnie and kept his face lowered in Arnie’s presence unless they were having sex or Arnie said, “Look at me,” which was infrequent. Arnie was pleased with how quickly Mark surrendered, as well as how quickly he was learning. He’d be ready for fucking well before the incisions were fully healed but Arnie resisted the temptation to do it any sooner.

After they were finished with breakfast, Arnie had Mark do the dishes while he studied the kid’s gorgeous ass, even though it’d be least 10 days before he’d get inside it. He decided it’d be worth the wait. Once Mark was done, Arnie led him back upstairs to get a second blow job. This time, Mark did much better; he never scraped his teeth and gagged half as much as the first time. Arnie praised his performance afterward saying, “That was a lot better. Just a few more sessions and you’ll be as good as anybody I’ve ever had.”

Mark smiled slightly and said, “Thank you, sir.” Arnie knew he now had him completely under control. He took Mark into the spare bedroom and got out his tattoo equipment. He proceeded to tattoo “Arnie’s” on each of Mark’s biceps and across his ass. He also tattooed “I belong to Arnie,” each word below the previous, over Mark’s heart. The young man could never look in a mirror without being reminded he was Arnie’s. Once that was done, they went downstairs.