A Tale of Two Subs

Chapter 16. New names, new rules.

Luke never realized just how good-looking Patrick was until he got to sit across from him when Patrick took him out for pizza. Out in the open like this, things look very different. He realizes that if he saw Patrick in a gay bar or club, he would immediately want to get to know him.

"I'm really in for it now," he thinks to himself. "I'm attracted to him, not only because he's been so nice to me or that he stepped in to get me from an awful situation, but because he's fucking hot. It also helps that his cock is quite nice as well since I'll be spending a lot of time sucking it."

It hurts to be sitting in a hard seat after Patrick had blistered his ass. Now they're sitting in silence; Patrick is giving him the space to process what's been happening. Patrick, too, has a lot on his mind. He really surprised himself before. He never realized how good it would feel to spank this boi good and hard.

He did the right thing, taking charge of Luke because the kid kept ending up in dangerous situations with unsavory characters. What he didn't suspect was how much it was turning him on to have power over the boi. It's like a drug he could carefully get addicted to. He never realized he had it in him to be a Dom, but Luke's masochistic submissiveness was calling forth what he never realized he had within him.

He's been surprising himself by the way he found himself talking. He surprised himself when he kept on spanking Luke so hard; he had only planned to just give the kid a taste of loving discipline. He never realized before that a Dom could show love to a sub by thrashing it until it was sobbing and begging for mercy.

Yes, this is what the boi apparently needs; this is what the brat deserves and craves; Patrick never understood before that he could feel such love towards the boi writhing on his lap as he kept pushing the kid's pain threshold to its outer limit.

While waiting for their pizza to be ready, Patrick decides it's time to break the silence. "You look so beautiful there, Luke, with your `just spanked' red eyes, sitting there like you're still in shock that it happened. So tell me, what do you have to say for yourself? I've let you be quiet long enough; I want you to tell me what's going on in that kinky little mind of yours."

"Triple shock, Sir."

"Call me by my name when we're out in public. Continue what you were starting to say."

"Shock that it happened, Shock that you're the one who made it happen. Shock that you're obviously enjoying acting as a disciplinarian."

"Well, that's what I am now. I intend to discipline you on a regular basis if needed, boi. so be forewarned."

Luke lowers his eyes again. It looks like he might still have a tear or two to shed.

"May I ask a question?"

"Sure."

"Am I going to live with you 24/7, Sr—Patrick?"

"Obviously. That's why I went and emptied out your crummy apartment. You're not going back there, ever. I don't think it's safe for you, especially after what I walked in on. You can't trust that Duke won't be sending other guys to work you over. Do you have problem with my decision?"

"It's just that I've never had to be a sub 24/7."

"And I've never had to be a Dom 24/7, so we're even. Listen, Luke, it's much more pressure on me than it is on you. All you have to is be a good boy and obey me. And pleasure my cock whenever I want you to."

Luke doesn't reply. Patrick gets annoyed.

"Listen, boi, and I'm only going to tell you this one last time. I don't like it when you suddenly drop out of a conversation or refuse to answer me. If something is bothering you, you always can just tell me that. The next time it happens, I'll do a lot more than just spank your ass with my hand, I assure you."

"sorry, Sir. It's just that . . . I don't know how you want me to reply." "There's nothing for you to figure out, boi. Just be yourself. Don't try to second guess me. If there's something I don't like, I'll let you know, just like I just did. But unless I tell you we're finished talking, I expect a reply from you. the last thing I said was that `All you have to is be a good boy and obey me. And pleasure my cock whenever I want you to.' What do you have to say to that, boi? And another thing: I don't like your name. Did Duke give you that one?"

"He did. He thought it was funny: Duke and Luke."

"I'm changing it. It doesn't sound right for a gay slaveboy like you. It's a Dom's name, not a sub's name."

"What do you want to change it to?"

"Not sure yet. Finish eating your pizza. You didn't eat enough yet."

"Okay. . . . . Um, was that a good enough response?"

"It's a step in the right direction." And with that, Patrick realizes that he has the power to train the boi how to act an any and all situations. He gets to train his slave how he wants it to act. He gets a quick high from the thought. He sits and watches the boi finish eating. "My boi," he thinks to himself. "I want it to have a name I make up for it—a name now one else has, a name I make up for it as if it's a new pet I just acquired." Yes!!! He knows what he wants to name his slave: aleff. "aleff," he says to the boi.

"Huh?"

"aleff is your name now. Written without a capital letter. Definitely a good name for my slave. Perfect. And it's not a name that Duke knows about. If he happens to hear of a slave named aleff, he won't know it's you. Perfect in every way. Do tell me, boi: what is your name?"

"My name is aleff, Patrick. Thank you for changing it from Luke. Another way of protecting me."

"Yes, indeed. And it provides good conditioning for you. Tell me, aleff, what do they call you at the restaurant?"

"Boi, mostly. Sometimes Dez. . short for Desmond. They never knew about the name Luke."

"Good. Keep it that way. There's a lot in a name. When you hear me call you `aleff,' I want it to remind you how much you need constant guidance."

"Yes, Patrick. I can hear it when you say it."

"Good. Oh, aleff: you've got some tomato sauce on the side of your lip. here," says Patrick, reaching over and wiping the sauce off the boi's face then holding out his finger for the boi to lick clean. Just as aleff does that, two guys about his age walk in and do a double take when they see him lick Patrick's finger clean.

"the kid lost a bet with me," Patrick tells them. "He has to do what I tell him for the rest of the night."

One of the guys laughs. "Everything?"

"Yup," says Patrick in his authoritative voice.

"Will you make him tie my sneakers? The laces are hanging," says the second.

"What's your name?"

"Luke" the guy answers. Patrick and aleff crack up. Small world.

Patrick can hardly stop laughing as he tells aleff, "Go tie Luke's shoelaces, will you? Kneel on the floor when you do it."

aleff gets out of his seat and kneels right there in the middle of the dining area, leans over and ties Luke's laces for him.

"While you're down there, Luke says in a sexy voice, looking at Patrick.

"Not here, dude," says Patrick.

"then where?" asks Luke.

"Back of my truck?" suggests Patrick.

"Are you serious?"

"Very serious. Like I told you, he lost a bet. A big important bet. He'll suck your dick if I tell him to."

"Holy shit!" says the other guy. "Me too?"

"What's your name?" asks Patrick.

"Oliver."

"Luke and Oliver. Whose dick is the biggest?"

The guys look at each other. "How would we know?"

"You never checked each other out in the showers or jerked off together?"

"Hell no!" says Oliver, a bit too forcefully.

Patrick has his doubts, of course. "Well I'm not gonna make aleff blow you guys if you can't tell me who's bigger. You guys figure a way to find out. Call me when you do and the guy who's smaller will get his dick sucked. Promise."

aleff's face is bright red now.

"How can we call you?"

"Toss me your phone. My name's Patrick."

Luke sets up his phone and hands it to Patrick, who puts in allef's phone number.

Their pie is ready. Oliver gets it and pays and the two say goodbye to Patrick and leave the place.

Patrick chuckles to himself. "I'll bet we never hear from them," he says. They won't have the guts to check, and even if they do, who will have the guts to tell us his dick is smaller than his buddy's?"

"that was very clever of you, saying the smaller guy will get sucked off."

"And if they come through, you'll get to suck another dick. I think I'll just have you suck off the both of them, provided they're willing to hang out at my place, both of them naked along with you. Something else to hold them back."

"You're evil!"

"Goes with the territory, aleff, me being a Dom and all."

"you'd better check to make sure they're both over 18," say s aleff.

"Good point. Eat your crust, boi! Damn! It is like having to raise a little boi with you!"

aleff decides it won't be a good idea to spoil the mood by not obeying, even though he usually never eats the crusts. "here we go," he says to himself. "I don't get to make my own choices. I mean after all, he just offered my mouth to these strangers, and neither of them looks like they have good hygiene."

"If they come over, would you please make them shower first?" asks aleff.

"Of course. You know how I feel about bacteria, kid."

"Oh, that's right." aleff just remembers how Patrick always showered when he used to come over from work. "thank you for being so protective."

"that's one of the benefits of being my faggot," answers Patrick. "Let's head home."

They leave the pizzeria.

. . . . .

When brat woke up the next morning, his ass was still sore and he was feeling completely subjugated, more so than he had expected. But then again, he never really thought it through. He figured that his Uncle Dom (Kent) would treat him with kid gloves. He thought he'd get away with a lot. Guess again.

Kent realized that it did him a lot of good to let go and thrash his nephew just like he'd thrash any other sub who needed to be put in its place. Much to his surprise, hearing the boi cry and beg for mercy helped him cross over a line. He was the Dom and Barry was his sub. He was the Master and he was completely ready to take control of the boi's life without any misgivings, without any trace of guilt that he was going to enslave his brother's son.

All of that's in the past now, or so he thinks. There was no need to deny it. He'd stick with the name Kent. It fits him well.

As for the boi, Kent never liked the name his mother had insisted on. But the kid's middle name, Aaron, was quite suitable as a sub's name. So that's the way things would be. After he showered, he called downstairs. The boi answered right away. "Have you showered yet, boi?"

"No, Sir. Just kinda woke up."

"You can shower up here. Come on up right now, boi, naked. From now on I'll enjoy looking at your naked body. From now on, you'll be naked all the time unless I tell you to put something on."

"yes, Sir." the boi had never been naked in front of his uncle before, so this was a whole new situation. Despite how much he's wanted this, he has to brace himself and put up with the embarrassment and yes, the shame that he hopes he won't feel for too long. He braces himself and goes upstairs to present himself. Little does he realize that the shame is going to get even stronger.

And so he stands completely naked in front of his uncle, trying to cover himself a bit with his hands. "Put your hands at your side, boi," orders Kent. "Let me see all of you. Let me enjoy seeing you this way. After all, this is what you wanted, isn't it?"

Barry takes a deep breath. "Yes, Sir, it is what I've always wanted. But I'm still really embarrassed."

"Noted, and thank you for your honesty. It's just something you're going to have learn to live with. You're no longer an ordinary 18-year-old trying to be modest in the presence of older men. You're well on your way to becoming a slaveboy and slaveboys stay naked when their Masters want them to be. I want it. I want you naked all the time, boi. One more thing now. Your name. brat is cool, but I've decided that from now on I'll be calling you by your middle name. aaron is a good name for a sub. aaron it will be. So tell me, boi, what is your name?"

"aaron, Sir."

"aaron is the name of a faggot sub. Repeat what I just said."

"aaron is the name of a faggot sub. aaron is my name."

"Good boi. Now let's get you showered. Get into the bathroom and kneel in the tub."

aaron is puzzled about this, but of course he obeys his uncle. Kent follows him into the bathroom.

"Sit back on your heels and spread your legs, boi."

aaron obeys.

"Before I let you shower with water I'm going to have you shower with something else."

aaron looks confused.

"My piss." Kent takes out his cock. "I'm marking you with my piss because it will help you realize that you're no longer an ordinary boy. Now you're a slaveboy, less than a real man. Stare at the head of my cock, aaron. Watch me let loose with my piss as I cover you with it. Keep watching until I tell you to cover your eyes so I can piss all over your face."

With that his strong flow splashes down on the boi's body and aaron shudders, mesmerized at what's happening to him. He's watched lots of bdsm porn; he's seen guys get pissed on; nonetheless, he's in a state of shock when it's actually happening to him now, that he's being marked by his uncle's piss like dog marks a fire hydrant, and there's nothing he can to do stop it from happening.

The worst part is when he sees his uncle's piss covering his groin, covering his pubes and dick and balls. But that's not even the worst part. For a moment, Kent stops the flow. "Okay, aaron. Close your eyes and keep them closed."

As soon as aaron obeys, Kent starts pissing again, this time all over the boi's face, and his piss blends with the tears that begin flowing from the boi's eyes. "It's okay to cry, boi. Cry and realize that I've taken you away from your former life, that I'm marking you as my pet, treating you like a subjugated slave in the most humiliating way possible. Feel yourself covered with your Master's piss. Feel yourself looking so pitiful in my sight. Let your tears flow down your cheeks and wash away my piss from your face. Take your hands and wipe your eyes, then open them and look up at me."

aaron does so, and as he looks at his uncle's face he realizes that he's not looking at his uncle at all, that everything has changed now. He's looking into the man that has claimed him as his own. He's looking into the face of his Master, and he is his Master's slaveboy.

"Get used to the smell of my piss, aaron. Now the smell. Soon the taste. I have no intention of slowly breaking you in. I intend to treat you as if you're already broken. Start thinking that way. Start thinking of yourself as a slave. As my slave. Start facing the fact that you have actually no claim to any shred of dignity. Get ready for what will be happening soon."

Some day soon I'll have a few friends over and they'll watch me mark you again with my piss, and then I'll have them all join in and piss on you as well. It will happen soon enough. Now tell me, aaron, tell me that you're my faggot slave. Thank me for pissing on you."

"Sir, I am your faggot slaveboy. thank you, Master, for pissing on me, for giving me your piss." aaron says this while choking back more tears.

"Never ever hold back from crying, boi. Never try to be brave. Never try to hide anything. If something makes you cry—and there is going to be a lot that will make you cry---let it come. Cry, sob, cry out, beg for mercy. Whatever you're feeling, never hold back. Especially when I'm beating you or hurting you in some way. If I don't know how much it's hurting, I won't have any idea about how much you can handle. Get used to this, slaveboy. Keep no secrets from me. Never have any secrets from me. Do you understand me, boi?"

`yes, Sir. Understand. I'll hold back nothing from you, but Sir, I'm really scared right now. Scared of what's going to happen to me. Scared of what you're gonna want."

"Good boi for telling me what you're feeling. Of course you're scared. Any newly captured kid your age who's turned into a slave would be scared about what's going to happen next. But you're gonna like what's coming next. You're gonna get to take a nice warm shower and wash all my piss off your body. I'm going inside to fix breakfast. You shower good. Take your time, aaron. I'll leave a towel for you on the counter. Dry yourself completely and put the towel into the laundry bin. Then come into the kitchen. Remember: hands at your sides or behind your back. Never hide your precious little dick from me or from anyone else. You no longer have the right to any modesty."

Anthony goes into the kitchen and puts on coffee, then starts preparing ham and cheese omelets for their breakfast. They're almost finished when aaron comes in, smelling nice from his shower and still as embarrassed as hell to be walking into his uncle's presence stark naked.

"Quickly, boi. Set the table. Put the dishes here so I can put the omelets on them. Get out the juice and the butter. I'll put in toast. Quickly, boi, quickly!"

Soon they're sitting across from each other having their breakfast. "You drink much coffee, boi?"

"Hardly ever, Sir."

"So you aren't hooked on caffeine yet?"

"no, Sir, don't think so."

"Fine. So then, from now on you are not allowed to drink coffee. Ever. Maybe once in a while I'll let you have some, but it will only be with my permission. You drink milk or juice for now. But get u[ fix me a cup. You know how I like it. Go!"

aaron gets up and quickly gets his uncle Master his coffee, then starts to sit down but Kent stops him. "Get a dish towel out of the drawer. Sit on that. I don't want your bare asshole soiling the seats in my house. Always get a towel to sit on."

Makes sense, aaron thinks, although he's never seen it in any porn. Maybe it's just Kent's idea.

"Did you know that dudes also sit on towels in steam rooms and saunas?"

"No, Sir. didn't know that."

"Well it's true. Sanitary. That way no none gets any ass juices on the seats."

aaron giggles. "ass juices?" he blurts out which makes Kent giggle as well.

"What else could I call it? shit?"

aaron guffaws. "No! ass juices is cool, Sir." The boi's relieved to know they can still have some fun together. At least that part hasn't changed. Kent picks up on what's going through the boi's mind. They've been like this for years now.

"I don't intend to trap you inside a role-play. We'll still have our fun. But one thing: whenever anyone else is around and you're naked—get used to that idea because all my buddies are going to get to see your dick—whenever someone else is here you must be completely subdued and respectful, and you don't have the right to speak unless asked a question or given permission. In the presence of others you're just my slave, ruled by the lash. Understand, kid?"

"yes, Sir. Understand. Thanks for explaining that to me, Sir."

"So. Let me tell you what we'll be doing today."

aaron can hardly pay attention after what Kent just said to him: "ruled by the lash." What?????

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