A Tale of Two Subs

Chapter 12. What's the difference between a sub and a slave?

Luke remembered everything Duke had told him, about having to work after being whipped. Damn, it was so awful. Thank God Monday nights were the slowest nights of the week where he waited tables. At least there were times when he had nothing to do, when all of his diners were content and enjoying their meals.

On Mondays the waiters had to serve the food on their own; runners didn't work on Mondays. And so in and out of the very warm kitchen and to the cool dining room made him start sweating and the salt of the sweat made contact with his welted body and there were a couple times when he had to hide himself in the employee bathroom, run the water, and just scream and cry out loud.

What hurt even more was that the people he waited on were all oblivious of his condition. They barely looked at him most of the time. No one picked up on the pain in his face or the sadness. As long as they got the service they asked for, they barely paid much attention. He could have been a robot—only then, they would have showed more interest, he knew.

"I was whipped last night by the Master," he imagined himself saying to a concerned diner. "I deserved to be punished and he punished me severely then told me I couldn't call in sick tonight. I am sore everywhere and everything hurts. This is what happens to subs and slaves in my world. I am a sub being trained to be a slave. Bois like us get punished often. Bois like us get whipped."

He kept this way of thinking going as much as he could. Once again despite the pain and even the anger at Duke for beating him so severly, something deep within him was fully satisfied and overflowing with masochistic pleasure.

He dragged himself on and on through the evening. His manager could tell something was wrong with him. At one point he asked if there was anything he needed to talk about, but Luke said there wasn't. How could he possibly tell the straight manage that he crawled around naked on the floor last night while another man was beating him with a red whip? No way.

Finally the night ended. He knew he'd gotten a couple emails in response to what Duke had made him post on his profile. The first email said, very simply: "need some pain tonight, boi?"

He answered truthfully. "No, Sir, boi got whipped last night. Still have that pain."

"Marked up at all?"

"Yes, Sir. Quite a bit."

"I want to see it. Where do you live? I want to come over. Promise I won't do anything to hurt you."

Luke emailed him his address, inner slave gurgling with interest.

Twenty minutes there was a knock on his door. He opened to a good-looking black man, a bit smaller than he. "You're the one who got whipped last night?"

"yes, Sir, I am."

"Where? Back or ass?"

"all over, sir."

"Well then get those clothes off so I can check you out, boi."

"Yes, Sir." Luke painfully takes off his shirt, then his pants and the underpants he wore that night.

"Stand still, boi. Hands behind head." Luke obeys and the guy looks him over everywhere, mumbling to himself. "Who did this to you, boi?"

"A Master who's training me, Sir."

"Training you for what?"

"To be a slave, Sir. He's also the one who made me post the profile last night."

"How nice to see a well-whipped white boi slave for a change. Does he whip you this way often?"

"That was the first time, Sir."

"What were you being punished for?"

"It was just training. He said a boi like me would always deserve to be punished."

"So he's quite a sadist, eh?"

"So it seems Sir."

"Can I touch?"

"Okay, but be gentle please because it really still hurts."

"Well I promised I wouldn't hurt you, so why don't you just suck me off like a good faggot, and I won't hurt you, okay."

"Yes, Sir." Luke goes down on his knees while the guy gets naked.

Beautiful brown body, skin as clear as silk, with a smallish but well-shaped cock. He smells awesome, too, from some kind of lotion he uses. He goes and lays back on Luke's bed with his legs spread. Luke gets up on his knees and gives the guy the most loving blow job he's ever given and the guy really appreciates it, especially when he comes right down Luke's throat. Then he lays there for a long time, smiling up at Luke. "Thank you. That was wonderful." He reaches out a hand for Luke to help him up off the bed.

"One of these days, boi, I'd like to watch when that Master whips you again the way he did this time. Give me his email and I'll let him know." Luke really didn't want to give him Duke's email because then Duke will know he managed to meet up with someone who responded to his profile but contacted him directly. He might get another whipping sooner than expected.

"I'll let him know myself," he answers the guy.

"Um, I gave you a direct order, sub boi. You'd better put me in touch with that Master directly or I'll take back my promise not to hurt you." He takes his leather belt out of his pants when he puts them on and waves it in front of Luke's face.

"Please, Sir, I'm afraid I'll get punished if I give it to you."

"Well you're gonna get punished if you don't give it to me, boi," says the guy as he swings his belt and lands a crisp lash across the boi's welted ass. Luke screams in pain.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I'll give it to you."

The guy takes out his phone and shows Luke where to put the address. "Some time when you're not all marked up I'd like to take my strap to you, boi. I'll be in touch. I was easy on you this time. I won't be when I come back again. It will be good for you to get beaten by a black Master. It will help balance out the record." He puts his strap around his neck and leaves without another word.

Luke puts a cool wash cloth over his ass where the guy hit him. Despite the pain he starts to get hard when thinking over what happened and what the guy told him before he left. And so, for the first time since he got whipped, he jerks himself off while standing up, comes into his hand and then licks his hand clean. He doesn't resist doing it this time. He decides that the black guy's cum tasted a lot better than his own, and how beautiful he was. He hopes he does come back again. He'd like to lick his entire body some day. "Shit! I really am a slut sub!" he says to himself.

Later that night he gets a call from Duke. "Why the fuck did you change the email address in our profile, faggot?"

He knew this was going to happen. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

"Master Cal wrote me about his little adventure with you tonight. Change that fucking email back again or I'll never have anything to do with you again."

Well, now at least he knows the black Dom's name. "Yes, Sir."

"Tell me why you did it, faggot."

"After getting whipped so badly, I was trying to take back some control, Sir. I'm sorry. I was really angry by the time I got home in so much pain."

"I see. When the day comes that you don't get angry when a Dom beats you, you'll realize you've become a true slave. Until that day comes you can get angry all you need to. It will pass, I assure you. I'm not going to punish you for this myself, but you'll be quite busy serving just about anyone who takes an interest in your profile, no matter what. Change the address back NOW, faggot." He hangs up.

Trembling, Luke makes the necessary change. An hour later he gets another call. "Someone's on his way over to bust your balls, faggot. Enjoy." Duke hangs up right away.

It's 2 am now. This night might never end. Luke puts on underwear and jeans, hoping this might give him some measure of protection. At 2:30 he hears heavy footsteps approaching his door and then a hard knock. He opens the door.

A very large man with a salt and pepper beard, in jeans and a muscle shirt (which makes him look even more ugly). He's got dirty work boots on and smells of whiskey. He walks right in, shuts the door, and orders Luke to kneel on the floor.

"Ever do a popper?" he asks.

"No, Sir. Don't even know what it is."

The guy hands him a small bottle. "Sniff this. Take a big sniff in each nostril. It will help you get turned on by what I'm gonna do to you, faggot."

Luke does what he was told, and right away he feels like he's going to pass out. The man gets behind him. "Spread your fucking legs, bitch!" Luke does. Next thing he knows, the guy kicks him from behind with his boot, and he gets a blast of pain in his balls, enough to make him bend over and collapse on the floor.

"Get up!" the guy yells. Luke does and he gets kicked again. This time the pain shoots right into his stomach and he whimpers and holds his hands over his groin. Another kick quickly follows. Luke can't believe how much it hurts as he cries out.

"Get those fucking jeans off, faggot!" the guy says. Luke struggles to stand up, still dizzy from the hit of poppers. The guy just stands there watching and grunting. "fucking bitches like you don't deserve to have their balls. But as long as you have them, you're gonna get a lot of pain, so much that you'll be begging your Master to cut the damn things off."

As soon as Luke gets his pants off the guy takes him by the front of his boxers and rips them off him. He grabs the boi's balls in his fist and squeezes. The boi opens his mouth to scream but the guy sticks his other fist in his mouth blocking the sound.

He keeps squeezing and pulling and Luke is sure he's doing some permanent damage. He pulls so forcefully that Luke is forced down to his knees again trying to get away from the vice-grip. He starts crying. Suddenly there's a knock on the door.

The guy leaves Luke crying there and opens the door himself. It's Patrick.

. . . . .

brat gets a call from Kent about 5 pm. "I'll be home soon. Put on gym shorts and a t-shirt. Set the table for supper. We can eat and talk a bit."

"Yes, Sir," brat answers. He goes down to his place to get dressed. He really wishes Kent would just make him stay naked but once again he reminds himself not to anticipate or think like he has some choice in the matter. He wonders what they will be talking about. There's a lot he'd like to say, but for once he doesn't think about taking over control, reminding himself that Kent will be in control of the conversation.

He comes back up to the kitchen and stirs what's in the crock pot. It smells delicious. He's looking forward to having supper with his uncle um, Dom. On impulse, he looks into the fridge for a tube of biscuits and soon he's got them on a tray in a warming oven.

Nervously, he waits for Kent to get home. This is something he always used to look forward to, but now everything is different; now he has no idea what's awaiting him. With trembling hands he sets the table for the two of them, hoping that he will actually be allowed to sit at the table with his .. .with Kent.

The door opens. Kent comes in carrying a bag of groceries and his briefcase. "There are two more bags of groceries in the trunk. Go get them," he says, handing brat the car keys. brat hurries outside, barefoot, opening the trunk and taking the bags out. Holding one bag in each arm, he uses his elbow to slam the trunk shut and brings them into the house.

There's nothing unusual about this. They've often gone shopping together. Side by side, in silence, they empty the bags and put everything away. The timer on the oven goes off. brat takes a pot holder and takes the tray of biscuits out of the oven. They smell so good! It's comforting to brat, the two of them doing their usual teamwork to get the meal ready. Kent takes the butter out of the fridge and sits at the table. "You will serve me my food, then serve yourself."

brat takes two big bowls and fills one with the scrumptious stew then puts it in front of Kent on the table. He pops the biscuits into a basket and holds it out to Kent so he can take a couple. Finally he fills his own bowl, and takes his place, reaching for a biscuit. This is comforting. Except for him serving Kent, this is the way meals have always been when they're together.

"Drinks?" Kent asks.

"Oh, sorry, Sir. Forgot." He gets two cans of beer from the fridge and puts one before Kent with a tall glass.

"Put the other beer away. You'll drink water." brat obeys, a bit disappointed. He figured a beer would calm his nerves. Kent had always allowed the boi to drink alcohol since it was 16. No more, he guesses. He fills a glass with filtered water from the fridge and sits down again. They begin eating their supper.

"Jack tells me you need to improve your cocksucking skills. I'll have to see what I can do about that. I'll try you out later myself, maybe making it a teaching blow job. Have any other men you've sucked off said anything about it or tried to get you to do it better?"

"There haven't been many, Sir, to tell the truth."

"How about your high school buddies? Ever suck them off?"

"There were only two, Sir, senior year. One of my classmates and his younger brother."

"how did that come to happen, boi?"

"My classmate noticed me checking out guys in the showers. One day he took me aside and said "I see you have a taste for cock, Barry." I tried to deny it but he threatened to tell the other guys I was a fag unless I admitted it. I gave in because he was hot as hell. He told me to call my Dad and ask permission to stay over his house that night. He was my size so he said he'd give me clean clothes in the morning. That night was the first time I ever had a cock in my mouth. He had a big one, about seven inches, and I kept choking on it. Finally he made me just hold the end in my mouth and he jerked himself off with his hands and shot in my mouth. I ran into the bathroom to spit it out right away. I almost got sick from it. Anyway, that's how it got started."

"did you ever manage to swallow all of it, boi?"

"No, Sir. About half of it. I learned to go up and down on it without going so far I'd gag. He was fine with that, and used his hands to finish himself off. He always wanted to shoot in my mouth, but had me spit it into a bunch of napkins."

"So you had the taste of his cum in your mouth."

"yes, Sir. Got used to it after a while. He told me that he wanted me to learn to like it. He wouldn't let me have water or anything to get the taste out of my mouth. He always threatened to tell everyone in class but he never did."

"He probably realized that if he outed you he'd be outing himself as well."

"Possibly, Sir. It was weird because he had a girlfriend. Still he used me to get off so he didn't have to pressure her."

"How about the brother? How much younger was he?"

"Two years, Sir. He was a sophomore."

"How did that get started?"

"One time when I was sucking Donovan off—that was his name—his little brother came into the room without knocking and caught us. He turned around and left the room right away and didn't say anything about it."

"A week or so later Donovan told me he was going to share me with his brother, so I'd go into Ted's room—that was his brother's name—and suck him as well. His cock was a lot smaller than Donovan's and I was able to get almost all of it into my mouth. Ted wanted me to do all the work, so that's when I learned to go almost all the way down on him. His dick always smelled. I complained to Donovan about it and Donovan made Ted shower before he could use me after that."

"nice guy."

"He was, actually, Sir. And Ted wouldn't cum in my mouth. He'd pull out and come on my face. One time he made me go back to Donovan's room with his cum still on my face. He got a kick out of that. Donovan got pissed and made him stop doing that."

"So Donovan was a little protective of you."

"Yes, Sir. He was cool, really."

"did you ever suck the both of them off in the same room?"

"No. Ted didn't want to. He and Donovan never saw each other naked, they told me."

Kent chuckles. "so you knew both of their cocks and they didn't."

"that's right, Sir."

"Ted was wilder than his older brother. He started making me play with his balls while I sucked him. Eventually he wanted me to lick them and suck on them. I liked that. He always showered before he made me to anything with him because Donovan told him he had to."

"You were turning into a real slut for him, eh?"

"As much as possible. But after Donovan and I graduated, the family moved out of town. So that was the end of that."

"Did either of them have any complaints about your cocksucking skill, boi?"

"Donovan used to get pissed when he felt my teeth, so I learned to avoid it."

"So I want to talk to you a little about what's happening with you and me. Finally you're getting your wish with me, brat. You're officially my sub now. I don't intend to rush things with you at all. We start off simple and I'll be adding things when I want. It's important, brat, that you use a safeword if you feel I'm pushing you too hard."

"What's my safeword, Sir."

"Barry."

"Oh. That makes sense, I guess."

"Why? Do you have something better in mind?"

"No, Sir. Never had a safe word before."

"that guy Keith didn't give you one when you were with him?"

"No, Sir."

"That bastard! I'm glad you got away from him. You owe Jonah and timmy your gratitude. Someday I'll let Jonah have a crack at you if he wants. I want you to understand this, brat: Since you want to be a sub, that means you'll sub for anyone I want. I'm not possessive that way. There will be some things I'll reserve for myself and somethings you'll have to do for others when I want. But get this now, brat, and get this good: if you're my sub, that means I own you. You don't get to go off on your own being a slut. I'll decide who gets a crack at you. do you understand me, boi?"

"Yes, Sir. You're the only one I ever really wanted, Sir. I got involved with others because I couldn't have you. I gave up thinking it would ever happen."

"Well it has, brat. So when the going gets rough, just remember that this is something you asked for. Something you begged for. I'm taking things slow for now, but that won't be for ever. I intend to train you to be not only a sub, but my slave."

"Sir, may I ask a question?"

"Yes. What is it?"

"Sir, I'm confused. What's the difference between a sub and a slave?"

"Right now, think of yourself as my sub. When I decide to step things up and make you cross the line between sub and slave, you'll know it. But you've got to realize that there's no set of rules as to what the difference between the two is. A lot of times, subs fool around with lots of different guys with no permanent partners. Right now, you have your own place to live, so we can be somewhat separate. But the day will come when I'll move you in here with me. Then you'll be my slave. 24/7 slave."

"Sir, when can I sleep with you?"

"I'll let you know when I will allow that. For now, I think it will be good to have some distance. You'll need your own space at times. But just remember that no one touches you and you touch no one else unless I approve it."

"Okay, Sir. Understand."

"any other questions?"

"One more, Sir. When will you want me to be naked around you? I mean, you've already seen most of me."

"It that important to you, boi?"

"I've been thinking about it a lot, Sir."

"Then I'll have you strip for me later, before you suck my cock for the first time. But I've got to warn you of something."

"What's that, Sir?"

"That once you're naked for me you'll be naked all the time. And once you're naked for me that means I have full access to every part of your body. That includes things that will be painful sometimes."

"that doesn't scare me, Sir. I want you to have me, all of me. I've always wanted that for a long time. Besides, after being with Keith I know I can handle a lot."

"speaking of which, how's your ass doing now after that caning?"

"there are still marks from it on me, as you'll see later, Sir. But it doesn't hurt much any more."

"good to know. That means he didn't use a very heavy cane."

"No Sir, but it was heavy enough. That's for sure. I was screaming."

"brat, there will always be times when you'll be screaming for your Master," says Kent in a serious voice.

"yes, Sir."

"well, enough now. Clean up here then go downstairs and wait for me. Remember I told you that anything involving sex will happen downstairs only for now."

"I remember, Sir."

"I have a couple things to do, then I'll take a shower and come downstairs. Then you'll strip for me. Then you'll suck my cock and swallow my load. Have you ever done that before, boy?"

"Yes, Sir. A few times."

"Any problem with it, boi?"

"No, sir. not really."

"Well tonight you'll be learning what my cum tastes like for the first time. And you'll go to sleep with the taste of my cum in your mouth, boi. No rinsing out afterwards. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Well then, get to work cleaning up here. Then wait for me downstairs. No TV. No TV ever from now on unless I give permission."

"Yes, Sir."

"Little by little I'll be taking things away from you so I can simplify your life. Slaves don't get to do everything they want to all the time, boi."

"yes, Sir."

Kent stands up. "Okay, boi. Get to work. I'll see you downstairs later on." He gets up and leaves the kitchen.

brat cleans up after dinner with joy in his heart. It's all going to come true. Soon, Kent will watch him strip naked. Soon he'll get to see Kent's cock. Soon he'll get to fall in love with it.

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