Everything italicized is a flashback. Enjoy!
Christmas went on without a hitch. The boys were woken by the persistent knocking of Louis’ younger siblings on the door over their excitement that Santa had indeed come. They spent their morning sitting around the large, beautifully decorated Christmas tree with Louis’ family all opening their presents, Harry nuzzling against Louis’ side the entire time.
The rest of the day was spent just relaxing around the Tomlinson home, Harry and Louis only sneaking off twice so Harry could give his master a blowjob.
“We should probably have an early night,” Louis said as he stroked his slave’s hair. “We need to get to the shops early before all of the vultures set in for the after Christmas sales. We need to get you a collar and a few other things as well.”
Harry’s eyes lit up at the mentioning of the collar. If it was one thing that he learned at his time at the agency, it was that the biggest honor any slave could have was getting a collar from their master. Collars were usually only given to bed slaves but many house slaves secretly longed for one as well. It was a huge status symbol and Harry couldn’t wait to feel the weight of it around his neck as a constant reminder of belonging to his master. “Okay, sir,” he said with an eager grin.
The two of them fell asleep easily that night with Harry safely tucked away in Louis’ arms. When they awoke, Louis greeted Harry with a soft peck to his lips before forcing himself to pull away. “As much as I’d like to let you blow me or pound you into the mattress, I was stupid enough to make reservations at the jewelry store at ten for a private showing of collars so we really do need to get up.”
Harry chuckled and nuzzled his nose against his master’s cheek. “It’s okay, sir,” he said. “We’ll have plenty of time tonight, I’m sure and I can show you how grateful I am for the collar.”
Louis let out a small groan that was a mix of arousal and annoyance that they wouldn’t have time for Harry to please him this morning. He forced himself out of bed and went straight to his wardrobe to pick out an outfit for the two of them. “It snowed last night so you’ll have to wear actual clothes today,” Louis explained as he came back with two pair of slacks and two jumpers. “The pants may be a bit small on you but we’ll pick up some clothes of your own while we’re out so we have them if we need them.”
They each got dressed, trying to keep their eyes off of each other so they weren’t tempted to try anything. Louis gave Harry one of his spare peacoats and a scarf before they went outside and got into the car. The drive to the jewelry shop was short and Harry spent the entire time in the backseat cuddled close to his master. They didn’t separate until the driver pulled up to the entrance and opened the door for them.
They walked in and Harry couldn’t believe his eyes. The shop was much bigger than he imagined; two levels with numerous cases of beautiful, expensive jewelry inside. He couldn’t even imagine how much money his master and his family had to have in order to afford something at a place like this.
“Ah! Mister Tomlinson,” a voice came from the back of the store. “We were expecting you. We have the back showcase ready for you and your slave to got through. I’m sure you’ll be satisfied with the collars we have chosen for you.”
“Yes, well, I’m hoping you’re right,” Louis said with a smirk on his face.
The man brought them to a locked door. The man slid a card through a slot and entered a code before it popped open to reveal a smaller version of the main showroom. There were only four class cases, each with a small selection of collars laid out on plush, satin pillows.
Louis started at the first case and turned his nose up in distaste. It’s not that these collars were bad but many of them were either too plain or too effeminate for Harry. He was about to get frustrated when at the very last case he finally saw it. It was absolutely perfect. It was a black titanium chain and in-between each link was an emerald which Louis knew would match perfectly with Harry’s eyes. “What do you think of that one?” he asked Harry, directing to the chain.
Harry looked down at the case and he could feel his heart practically leap into his throat at the sight of the collar. It was absolutely beautiful and better than anything he could have imagined for himself. “It’s perfect, sir,” Harry said.
Louis’ face lit up and he asked the man if they could try it on. He unlocked the case and brought the collar over to them. Louis took it from the main and unhooked the back and clasped it around Harry’s neck.
Harry’s whole body felt abuzz at the feeling of having the collar around his neck. The feeling was so intense that Harry actually fell to his knees, his submission overpowering him. “Oh, sir,” he said as his eyes began to water and bottom lip began to tremble. He finally felt like everything was right in the world, that nothing could hurt him as long as he had his master’s collar around his neck.
“I think we found a winner,” the man said with a chuckle and Louis couldn’t help but smile at his perfect slave.
“Yes, I believe we have.”
Harry stayed on his knees as Louis finished paying for the collar. He slowly brought his hand up and felt the cool chains and let out a shaky breath of contentment as his fingers ghosted across the links. If only the boys at the agency could see him now…
“One of the most important things that a bed slave, or really any slave, could ever obtain is a collar from their master,” Mr. Cowell said in front of the group of boys and girls on their knees. “It is not only a symbol of status but it also a symbol of love and commitment that the master has for their slave. It’s a symbol of bonding that no outside would dare try to break.”
Harry stared up at the board as a slideshow of images of different collars flashed across the screen; all different types from plain ones that almost looked like a collar a dog would wear to beautiful silver one’s with diamonds encrusted into the metal. The curly-haired boy could hardly concentrate for the rest of that day’s lesson.
When they were allowed to leave, Harry caught up with the only person he could really call a friend here, Liam. “Wouldn’t it be wonderful, Liam?” Harry asked in a dreamy voice. “To one day be swept away by the man of your dreams and him giving you a beautiful collar.” The boy let out a dreamy sigh and his friend couldn’t help but roll his eyes.
“You live in a fantasyland, Harry,” Liam said, causing Harry to pout. “Not all slaves are given as nice of collars as were shown in class. We don’t even know if we’ll be selected to be bed slaves yet until next week!”
Harry scoffed at his friend. “You’re such a downer, Liam!” he said dramatically. “Look at us! We may only be fourteen but we’re some sexy beasts and you know it. There’s no way we won’t be selected! Besides, you have to admit it’s still a nice thought, regardless of you being a negative Nancy.”
Liam couldn’t help but smile at his friend even though he tried his best not to. “Fine,” he said in defeat. “The idea of getting collared is rather nice.”
“That’s the spirit, Li!” Harry said with a big smile on his face. “One day, I promise it will happen.”
Harry smiled at the memory. Even two years ago when the concept of getting a collar was fresh and abstract, Harry knew it was what he wanted. Now here he was with the most beautiful collar that he could have ever wished for. His face fell for a bit when he thought of Liam who was still, as of a few days ago, at the agency. He missed his good friend and he hoped that he would some how be able to see him again although the chances were quite slim.
His thoughts were interrupted when he felt his master’s hand caress his cheek. Harry smiled up at his master and leaned into the touch. “You ready to go, Hazza?” he asked and Harry nodded his head and got up from his knees.
The two of them left after Louis thanked the man once again and went straight towards the car. They snuggled up together like they were before but this time Harry could feel his master running his fingers across the links of his collar. “So beautiful,” he murmured which made Harry sigh happily. He definitely couldn’t agree more.
They arrived at some high end clothing shops that were directed towards bed slaves. Louis guided Harry to the first shop and they began to shop. They picked out quite a few pairs of briefs of all different colors so Harry didn’t have to keep wearing Louis’ and a couple of pairs of lace panties because Louis couldn’t help but think how good the other boy would look in them. A couple dozen shirts, trousers and other clothing items that Harry might need if they were to go out when the weather was less than cooperative.
Harry’s eyes grew wide as the pile of clothes his master was buying kept growing and growing. When they left the first store and handed the bags over to the driver, they walked into a second store that was quite obviously a sex store. Harry blushed a bit as Harry led him through a few of the selections. Any time Louis notice make any kind of indication that something excited him, he picked up the item with the intent to purchase it. “Don’t be scared to tell me what you want, Harry,” Louis whispered against his slave’s ear. “I’m open to all sorts of different things.”
They left that store with a whip, a pair of padded hand-cuffs, a mask, a ball gag, a few different sizes of dildo and other miscellaneous objects that Louis was excited to try out with his slave. After stopping for a quick lunch, they decided that they had done more than enough shopping for the day and headed back to the Tomlinson home.
“So,” Louis said with a mischievous grin on his face. “We have about a half-hour until we arrive home….maybe we can get a head start on you showing me how much you love your new collar?”
Harry let out a small whimper before unbuckling his seatbelt and sliding out of his seat so he was on his knees in front of his master. He quickly undid Louis’ trousers and pulled them, as well as his briefs, down to his knees and got to work.
Louis groaned and let his hand go to it’s favorite spot in Harry’s hair as the slave eagerly began working on Louis’ already hard cock. Harry hoped that his master could see just how appreciative he was of the collar around his neck and how happy he was to have been chosen by him.
The curly-haired boy’s mouth was warm and wet and Louis was in absolutely heaven. His boy was definitely made for sucking cock. To make things even better, Harry now had a shiny new collar dangling from his neck that swayed back and forth as his head bobbed. It was an image that Louis never planned to forget.
The random small bumps in the road made Louis go deeper into Harry’s mouth and he wondered why he never thought of getting a blowjob in a moving car before but it was something that he would have to do again; with no one other than Harry, of course.
Harry knew when Louis was close by the way his fingers tightened in his hair and a string of obscenities came from the other boy’s mouth. He relaxed his throat as Louis came hard and deep into the back of his slave’s throat.
When Louis came down from his orgasmic high, he looked down to see Harry nuzzling his bear knee, looking up at Louis affectionately which made him smile. He also noticed that they were just pulling into the Tomlinson estate. “Perfect timing,” Louis said playfully, making both of the boys chuckle.
Louis straightened out his clothes and pulled Harry up to join him on the seat again. “Thank you, master,” Harry said, leaning in to kiss Louis’ cheek. “For everything.”
Louis smiled and stroked the other boy’s hair. “I feel like I should be the one thanking you,” he said, leaning forward to place a lingering kiss to Harry’s lips. “Now let’s get inside so we can finish what you started.” Harry’s pupils went wide and he nodded eagerly. He definitely liked the sound of that.
So, no sex in this chapter but I hope you all liked it anyway! I promise next chapter I’ll really start to dive into the master/slave dynamic and the boys will be trying out some of the toys they bought when they were out on their shopping trip ;)
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