Chapter 13. Both subs get owned.
Patrick is apprehensive when a strange man opens the door. He walks right into the room and sees Luke there on the floor, crying. He rushes to him right away and gets down with him. Then he sees the evidence of the whipping. He looks up, furious:
"Did you do this? What the fuck is going on here?"
"Cool your jets, kid. We were having fun," says the man who'd been kicking Luke in the balls.
"Doesn't look like fun to me, you bastard. Get out of here. NOW!"
He puts a hand on Luke's wet cheek as he hears the door slam. He's afraid to touch anything on the boy's body because he just came from his work at the hospital and must shower first. "Oh baby, what's all this about? What have you gotten yourself into? I've got to shower before I can touch you. Can you get up on your bed?"
"Stay here," Luke cries, stopping his tears. He reaches out to throw his arms around Patrick, but Patrick backs off. "Not yet, baby. Let me shower. Too many germs." They've had this discussion before so Luke understands.
"Go," says Luke. His crying has turned to hiccups again. Patrick has left antiseptic soap here in the past and that's what he uses to scrub himself clean after a shift cleaning hospital rooms. He comes out wrapped in a towel. Luke has managed to get himself up on his bed. Patrick goes and carefully sits on the side of the bed. "What was that man here for?"
"He sent him here kicking me in the balls."
"He?"
"You know, Duke. He's advertising me on line as a painpig. He's pissed at something I did so he's punishing me this way."
"Well this has to stop. Can you take it down?"
"No. He posted it. He gets the answers then decides who can come here. Just started. That was the first person."
"Shit. Listen, Luke, you've got to let me get in touch with him. Now. Please, Luke. Please let me interfere."
"He's in my phone. In my jeans. Over there."
"Luke, I don't care if you get pissed at me but I'm putting a stop to this right now," says Patrick as he gets up to get the phone. "What's the password?"
Luke really gets embarrassed now. "Patrick."
"I'm here. Tell me the password."
"Patrick."
"come on, Luke. damn it, what's the fucking password?"
"The password is `Patrick', he explains.
"Cute," giggles Patrick. "Now I know for sure you're sweet on me." He gets the phone open and makes the call.
"What the fuck are you calling me here for in the middle of the goddamn night? This better be good, faggot." Duke answers, furious.
"This is a friend of his. He got beaten up pretty badly. Take that fucking ad down now. I'm taking pictures of this kid's body than I'm calling an ambulance. If you give us any trouble I'll have you arrested for assault. Get your fucking ass out of bed and take that ad down."
"Hold on, dude. I'll do it right away. I'll close the email address too. You tell that faggot I'm done with it." With that, Duke disconnects the call.
"He's done with you, Luke. Good riddance. . . . . If you're mad at me, fine. It's over. You wanna be submissive you submit to my will, boi."
"I .. . no ambulance. Please. I can get in your car if you really think I need to go."
"Luke, boi, I'm getting an ambulance. You need this documentation in case anything ever comes up with that guy and we need to do something about it. I'm in charge here, kid. I'd fucking spank you if you weren't already a mess. And you have at least two possible infections, Luke. You need medical attention."
Patrick had his hospital I.D. with him so he's able to expedite things when they get to the emergency room. He wrapped Luke only in a sheet so they could see right away what happened.
Three hours later, Luke was sound asleep in a hospital bed, still in an ER cubicle. He'd been taken care of, cleaned up, disinfected, salved, bandaged, and advised to speak to a psychiatrist ASAP. Patrick was seated in a chair at his side. He too was sleeping. As it turned out, Nick, one of the male ER nurses, is a friend of Patrick's. He was able to get things moving quickly.
They didn't need a doctor to see him. Nick was just ending his shift so he could spend all his time taking special care of the boy. He was able to get him prescriptions for pain and anxiety. There was an all-night pharmacy right next to the hospital. Patrick got the scripts filled right away and brought the pills back. He also sent a message to his supervisor that he needed to take the next two days off because of a "family emergency." He'd never taken any time off before so he got permission without any hassle.
They were both awakened by the smell of coffee. Nick had already gone home, but he asked a friend to bring them coffee in the early morning, which they both gratefully accepted. He came back a while later with paperwork. Luke didn't need to be admitted to the hospital because Patrick could take care of him at home. Patrick took care of everything. He'd packed clothes for Luke before the ambulance arrived, so he had something for the boi to wear.
"Hungry, Sir," was the only thing Luke said in the car. Patrick helped him into the diner they liked. He ordered oatmeal and a chocolate milk shake for the boi---HIS boi---and put in his own order. He asked for cream and sugar and cinnamon for the boi.
"Thank you for . . . " Luke started to say.
"You're welcome, baby, but you know, something's got to give with you. I mean, this isn't the first time you've ended up getting brutalized by a Dom, only this time it was two Doms in two days. What if I hadn't showed up last night? What would that monster have done to you? Did you really think he was going to willingly stop having his `fun?'"
Luke's eyes filled with tears again. When the waitress brought their food, she asked him, "Are you okay, baby?"
"Rough night," answered Patrick for him. "Don't worry. I'll be looking after him, make sure he's okay before I leave him alone."
"You're lucky to have a friend like him," she said to Luke.
"Don't I know it?" Luke replied, smiling at Patrick.
Luke didn't recognize the route Patrick was taking on the way home. "Where are you going, Sir?" he asked Patrick.
"I'm bringing you to my place. It's a duplex I share with my parents. I can take better care of you there, and my mother will probably baby you."
"Do they know?"
"Yes. And I've told them about you."
"Really? You told them about me???"
"Sure I did. You're an important person in my life, kid. Even more important now because when it comes to this bdsm stuff you're so fascinated with, you are totally incapable of taking care yourself. So I'm taking that privilege away from you now."
"What privilege?"
"The privilege of you being allowed to take care of yourself, since you're a fucking disaster. I'll do that from here on in. I'll be the Dom you've been begging for. I'm officially assuming responsibility for you as of right now. You are mine. I own you, boi. And we've got a heck of lot things to work out between us. So eat up what I ordered for you like a good boi."
Luke lowered his eyes and said "yes, Sir," and he looked absolutely adorable to Patrick at that very moment.
"May I make an observation, Sir?" asks Luke, with a characteristic shyness that is endearing to some and sickening to others.
"Any time, boi," answers Patrick. "What are you observing?"
Luke giggles at Patrick's answer. "I'm just observing how at the beginning I thought you were a nice dude, completely vanilla, who just wanted a blow job. But every time you've come to me you're becoming more and more of a Dom. It's like this dominant steak is coming to alive in you a lot more every time I see you."
"That's your doing, boi."
"Mine? How, Sir."
"I think there is something about your intense submissiveness combined with you helpless neediness that been bringing out the Dom in me. I also think that those other Doms ended up getting carried away because of those very same qualities about you. They got overconfident, mistakingly thinking that it was all their doing, not realizing it was all YOU. They started thinking they could be as strict and demanding of you that they always wanted but could never get away with when they were with weaker subs. Anyway, for what it's worth, that's what I'm thinking because of my own experience with you."
"Patrick, you are so very wise. Thank you for deciding to own me, Sir." The reader might note how immediately Luke submitted to Patrick's claim that he now owns the boi. Just another example of what Patrick was trying to make him understand.
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Uncle Anthony is on the phone with Jonah.
"I need to find someone who is an absolutely fantastic cocksucker to give the boi his first blow job. I'm thinking that he'll need to learn by having it done to him. That one experience would convey far more than I possibly can just by coaching him or talking to him about it."
"Anthony, there are lots of awesome videos of guys who are obviously crazy about sucking cock. I've made timmy watch them and I have to tell you, timmy is one of the best I've ever experienced. I'll send some of them to you. There are a lot of them on Twatter. You know what they say: one picture is worth a thousand words."
Anthony chuckles. "So true, so true. I've learned my own techniques by watching other Doms in clubs and be reading some good Dom/sub fiction. Thanks for the idea."
"Oh hey Anthony, the best possible way for the boi to learn is from him to get his dick sucked by the best cocksucker I know---and that happens to be timmy. I kid you not. If you think it will help, I'll gladly have him give your boi a bj."
"hmmmm...the only problem with that is that might screw with any possible relationship the boys will have with each other. . . as equals. This would automatically set up a hierarchy between the two of them."
"True. but wait! What if we have it take place at a neutral location and have them both blindfolded and forbidden to speak?"
"That might work, Jonah. Are you sure you want your slave used like this?"
"Of course I'm sure. And I won't even let him know that the boy he's blowing is a fellow sub. It will just be a routine blow job. But I'm make sure the slave understands that it has to be its very best service. Think about it for a while then get back to me. We might even film it and maybe sell it to dealers as long as their identities are protected."
"Hell of an idea, man. Hey Jonah, thanks for the chat and for the offer. I'll consider it seriously."
After showering, Kent (Anthony) gets dressed in a jeans over a leather jock, black boots, a tight white t-shirt and a leather vest.
Meanwhile, brat is counting every minute until Kent knocks on his door. The wait is endless and his anxiety mounts the longer he has to wait. Finally, Kent knocks. brat opens the door. Kent points to the ground. brat kneels then sits back.
Kent spreads the brat's legs with his boot then lightly taps it up against the boi's crotch, getting a good "oof!" out of the boi. brat looks up at him, pleading with his eyes for the attention he's been craving since high school. And Kent is ready to answer his plea.
He goes to sit on the couch. "Over here, boi," he commands and brat is quickly there between his legs. "Take off your shirt." . . . "Kneel up." Kent puts his hands around the boi's neck and brat gasps. "I own every inch of you, boi. Nothing can be withheld. If you get frightened, tell me. Do not hesitate to use your safe word. Don't fake anything".
"If I hurt you, and I most certainly will, boi, make sure your reactions are appropriate and honest." He squeezes brat's neck gently until he sees how brat responds. He tightens his hands until he knows he's cutting off the boi's breath, then releases his grip again. "I even have the power to control when and how you breathe, boi. Power."
He lifts brat's chin. "Open your mouth." brat does. Kent spits into the boi's mouth and the boi closes and swallows his spit. "again." And "again." Then he lightly starts slapping the boi's face on both cheeks, gradually getting more intense until he knows the slaps are hurting a bit.
"Good boi," says Kent. brat's eyes sparkle with lust. Just what Kent needs to be inspired.
"Hands behind head, boi."
Kent's hands slide down until his fingers are grazing the boi's nipples.
"Nice perky nipples. I like them," he tells the trembling sub. He begins to toy with them and notes that the boi breathes a little deeper. He rolls them in his fingers and the boi closes his eyes to drink in the sensations. Kent allows it. For now.
"Have these nipples been worked before?" Kent asks.
"A little, Sir," the boi says in a trembling voice.
"Been clamped?"
"No Sir, not ever."
"the proper response should be `no, sir, not yet.'" That says to me, "no they haven't been clamped, sir, but I know that you will be doing that to me. Just so you know, brat, I like it when my sub has sore nipples. All the time." With that, Kent lets his fingers bite down hard and he enjoys hearing the sounds the boi makes when the pain gets intense. He doesn't take it too far. Not this time. Tonight is for explorations and introductions.
"I want you to stand now, brat, keeping your hands behind your head. Do your best to get up on steady feet finally. " He watches the brat stumble its way up and smiles at him. "You look so frightened, boi."
"I am, Sir," the boi answers.
"What are you frightened of, boi? that I'll hurt you?"
"Not that, Sir. I'm frightened that I won't be good enough for you. That you won't find me submissive enough to be your sub, Sir."
"Don't worry about that. If anything about you or your responses displeases or disappoints me, I am quite capable of modifying your behavior, or, if necessary, punishing you. I assure you, brat, you will get punished frequently because it is an effective training took and because it helps you realize the depths of your inferiority to me. I will become your Master and you will be trained as my slave. We're not playing games here. Not after all this time. Now hold still while I strip you naked."
brat gasps. Kent puts his hand to the side of the boi's gym shorts and slowly pulls them down, every slowly, exposing the top of the boi's pubes, then farther down. The boi is hard now so the waistband of the shorts is stopped by its hard dick. Kent pulls the waistband open so he can fit it over the boi's dick, exposing it to his sight. It's quite appealing. Ramrod straight. Completely hairless. Well-defined head, leaking slightly.
Kent takes a finger and wipes up the precum then puts his finger to the boi's mouth. "Lick your pre-cum off my finger."
He finishes pulling the boi's shorts all the way down and prompts him to step out of them. He tosses them aside. The boi is sighing deeply and Kent knows that chills are probably going through his body, chills that come from knowing he's being possessed by a man who is vastly superior to him. Kent examines the boi's balls, gently toying with them, heeding the boi's breathing patterns. He has no plans to cause pain to this part of the boi's body right now.
"Close your eyes. Be aware that you are standing here completely naked before me and I am enjoying the sight of your young naked body, knowing I possess it and I can do whatever I want to it at any time. From now on, brat, you will always be naked in my home, both upstairs and down here. If there's a knock on the door, you open it naked. If other men or bois visit here, they will get to see your naked body."
Kent keeps brat standing there, eyes closed, and observes the way it's breathing, knowing that to boi is taking this experience very seriously--it's hitting him deep inside and his submissiveness is being aroused perhaps more than it ever has before. This is for real. Very real. At last.
"Kneel down again. Open your eyes and keep them open."
Kent opens his jeans and slides them down his legs. brat inhales the scent of his leather jockstrap. "Bury your face in my leather. Use your face to bring pleasure to my cock as you rub my leather."
Kent moans lightly to let the boi know it's pleasing him. "That's good, child. Now let me see how much you are going to love serving my cock." He opens a snap on the side of his jock and the entire front panel is peeled back. For the first time, brat gets to see Kent's cock. It is very much like his own, just bigger and fatter. Perfectly formed. brat sighs with pleasure at seeing Kent's cock after dreaming about it for so many years.
"Like what you see, faggot?"
"Oh yes, Sir. Very much. It's beautiful."
"I'm glad you feel that way because you are going to be spending the rest of your life worshipping it with your tongue and mouth. Use your tongue now. Lick from the root up to the tip. Salivate on it if you can." When brat gets to the tip Kent orders him to lick up the pre-cum which is flowing nicely.
Finally, Kent sits back on the couch. "Okay cocksucker, it's time for you to show me how much you want to be a faggot for my cock. Make love to my cock, faggot. Imagine that all your classmates are here watching you serve your Master."
brat wraps his lips over the head of Kent's dick for the very first time, this man he has worshipped since he was a little boy. Tears of joy flow from the boi's eyes.
THAT'S ALL FOR THIS CHAPTER!
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