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A Slave's Strength (Part Four):
Dinner and A Show
by
mechgogo
Dinner was served in a cafeteria that could have come straight out of most prisons. Long communal tables with integral stools lined the room. Tables and seats were both built into the floor so they couldn't be used as weapons.
Tom went through the line, got his tray and found a seat as close to the wall opposite the serving line as he could. He'd never liked people sneaking up on him. A couple of the younger kids sat down with him.
"That was sweet the way you told that guy off, Tom." Billy, a brown haired youngster, whose parents had missed one house payment too many, said.
Tom nodded. "Thanks. Look guys, do yourselves a favor; be real careful how much of my bullshit you emulate, ok? You notice it's only Frenchy I fuck with, none of the others."
"Man, fuck them!" This from Aaron. His parents had made the fatal acquaintance of a drunk driver. "They don't scare me!"
"Then you're fuckin' stupid!" Tom snapped. "Look, I get up Frenchy's ass because he threatened my family and they're the reason I volunteered for this shit, ok? But even I..."
"All diners please stand, fully disrobe, and resume eating!" came the Voice of Oz over the loudspeakers.
There was some bitching which earned those doing it a variety of shocks, slaps and licks with the strap, whatever the staff handling it was in the mood for. Tom just shrugged, stripped off, put his folded clothes on his stool and sat back down. Billy and Aaron took one look at how some of the others were shivering their butts on the cold steel seats and followed his example.
"Like I was sayin'; I only push it so far. You see his eye?" Tom pointed to his own eye. "My doing. But you don't see me puttin' hands on the prick now we're here do ya?" He gestured with his plastic spoon. "Best thing the pair of you can do is keep your heads down, and 'Yes Master, No Mistress' this lot into the ground. You go gettin' too froggy there's perverts out there get off on breaking people. Especially loudmouthed kids from the suburbs who think beatin' up on chess club nerds makes them hard men. Piss off the wrong one of these mucs
you might find your file flagged. Then two weeks from now when they transfer you, you'll wind up goin' home with some leatherman, got his own private dungeon in his basement. Find out more'n you ever wanted to about hard men then."
The boys shared a horrified look. Much like with prison, the single greatest fear for most new indentured males was the prospect of getting fucked in the ass.
Tom dug into his pasta. Frenchy's little - well ok not that
little - deposit hadn't exactly stimulated his appetite but a couple years eating out of dumpsters taught you to eat when you could even if you weren't hungry at the time. He noticed a familiar figure coming down the aisle between the tables.
"Heads up, guys." He said twitching his chin. "Evening, Mistress Beth."
Beth smiled coolly at Tom. "Tom. The monitors tell me you need to work on your listening."
Tom frowned at that, confused. "No, Mistress. I've done everything I've been told today. Even cleaned Frenchy's pipes for him." He shrugged at that "Trashed his trousers after, but accidents happen."
"Our conversation back at your house about antagonizing him?"
"Oh yeah, that. Seem to recall you talking to him about running his mouth about my girls." He took another bite of his dinner " Hm, maybe that shot I laid upside his ear screwed his hearing."
Beth didn't say anything to that. Instead she took the spoon from him and tapped it empty on the side of his tray. Then she put the tray on the floor at her feet, leaving Tom's drink on the table but throwing the spoon into a nearby trash can.
"Finish your meal, Tom. Or are you and your friends all done eating until lunch tomorrow?"
Tom threw the boys a look. See what being froggy got you? He got down on the floor and reached for his dinner.
"No hands, Tom. And I want that tray spotless when you're done."
Tom got his face into the food. If Herself wanted to humiliate him a little he could handle it. And it wasn't like a tray on a cafeteria floor was the worst place he'd had his mouth recently. Reactions around him were mixed. Some people stared openly; others pointedly ignored the show or snuck peeks they didn't think anyone else caught.
After a few bites Beth nudged the tray with her foot, making him chase it a few inches. "Open your legs, Tom. And get your butt in the air. I like a show with dinner, don't you?"
Beth walked him in a circuit up one side of the row of tables and down the other on all fours by twitching the tray with her foot after every bite or two. At one point she walked behind him, took out her phone.
"You really do have a lovely little rear end." She said, taking a picture of his naked, spread ass and hanging genitals. "You're going to make some lucky man very happy when the time comes." Tom blushed and shivered at that.
When the tray was clean enough to suit Mistress Beth she patted him on the behind. Then she moistened her middle finger with her mouth and slipped it up inside him, pushing forward so that he had to either push himself back onto her or go face first into the floor.
"That's a good little doggy." She said. Tom's face burned with embarrassment. Chasing his meal around on all fours was one thing. This was something else. "Now go bus your tray and finish your drink. And don't let me see you using your hands or getting up on your hind legs until you're back at your seat"
Carrying his tray in his teeth was awkward and a bit uncomfortable but he managed ok. A couple of the guards watched him as he made his way back to his seat. One guy made him stop and submit to a fondling of his ass and groin before letting him by. When one of the other residents openly laughed at Tom, a passing female staffer upended his tray onto the floor and made him clean it up the same way Tom had eaten his dinner.
Lights out was at nine. Most of the residents went without complaint. A few fussed about the lack of pillows or bedding and caught hell for it. Billy and Aaron caught Tom's eye, curious how he'd handle the problem. Tom tugged at his shirt then tapped the back of his head and gave them an inquiring look. They both nodded, seeming to get it.
Tom stripped as soon as he was inside. The Eye of Oz was watching anyway so it wasn't like he had any real privacy. A quick check of his e-mail brought good news. Nic's debt was officially cleared. He smiled at that. Whatever hell waited for him - and God knew he'd done plenty to deserve worse than seven years as the pampered little fuck-toy of some rich stranger - it would be worth it. Plus now if Frenchy pushed it too far he could do the world a favor and ghost the bastard. Tom just hoped Nic' would smarten up and get some help for her problem. It'd be a long time before he could bail her out again.
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