A Tale of Two Subs

Chapter 19. They're slaveboys for real.

Yes, indeed, Patrick is serious. Patrick has always been a good student; now he applies his mind to learning as much as he can about how to become a bdsm Master. He posts something to the local bdsm site:

"My boyfriend is very submissive and has had bad experiences with a couple Doms. I've finally decided that I'm going to have to take charge of the boi myself so protect him from anything dangerous. So I'm now the boi's Master. I'd like to learn as much as I can from experienced Masters who aren't afraid to treat their slaves a cherished possessions. If this is the way you act towards your slave(s), please contact me. I'd be so grateful."

He's surprised to get a reply only a day later: "Yes indeed, a good Master cherishes his slave but can still be as strict the slave needs. I've got quite a bit of experience. At the moment I'm breaking in a novice slave who is very dear to me. I'd be happy to speak to you, preferable in person. I'm also wondering if you've gone to the `Inferno' to observe what happens there."

Wow! This is too good to be true. He replies through the confidential messaging system.

"This is far more promising than I had ever hoped. The fact that you're breaking in a novice slave makes me hope that I might benefit from your experience." This is the time for him to give actual contact information so they can communicate directly. He does so and hopes for a quick reply.

While waiting, he decides to let aleff know what's going on. aleff already saw the ad Patrick had originally placed. He was tickled pink to see Patrick refer to him as his "boyfriend" and thanked him by sucking and licking a part of his body he had never gone near before.

Patrick had never experienced that kind of service himself, so it was a complete virginity-breaking experience for the both of them. aleff didn't have to worry about Patrick being clean back there. Patrick, he discovered, takes three showers a day sometimes, and always showers the minute he gets back from working at the hospital.

Oh, and by the way: Some people at the hospital were so impressed with the way Patrick had acted when he brought aleff (aka Luke) to the ER and helped care for him that they'd recommended he be promoted from "orderly" to "nurses' assistant." and would provide on-the-job training. Patrick also arranged to be on duty for the 3-11 shirt so his hours corresponded with aleff's work at "Dino's" restaurant where he worked. He starts his new job next week.

Where were we? Oh yes, aleff is eating Patrick's ass. Patrick decides the boi will be doing this a lot from now on. "This is what I want you to do for me, aleff. Start licking my falls, then when I tell you, like my stain and may your way around to my ass, lick my crack and finally end up at my asshole. Then lick and suck that. What a great way to humble aleff even more than ever!

aleff was surprised to discover that (a) he really enjoyed doing it; and (b) he always felt this was the ultimate way to prove that he was Patrick's total no-limits slave; and (c) his inner slave registered this as a source of shame since if he didn't do it eagerly he'd get beaten with the Master's strap. At the same time he realized that something else will probably soon be in store for him: piss. He's struggling in his mind to understand it as an act of total submission rather than just something disgusting.

aleff had been allowed to read Patrick's ad, and he thought it was really good. "Master, one of the things I like about your ad is that you've worded it in such a way that it might weed out some of the phonies or pretenders," he said. "That is why I wrote it the way I did," says Patrick."

He continues. "I'm glad you could understand what I was doing. You're a smart boi and that turns me on. Just because you're meant to be a slave doesn't mean you can't be intelligent. One of the reasons it turns me on so much to be able to see you as my slave is that you do have a good mind; you're no dummy. It's a challenge to help you learn to think like the slave you are. We can talk about intelligent things but yet when I order you to get down on the ground and lick up the spit I've drooled onto my feet, the talk ends and you get down there to obey your Master because that is the way you're meant to live."

"Everything that happens in your life is meant to be instructive. I'm the one who has the responsibility of instructing you. It's a challenge to turn you into the type of slave I want you to be. I love the challenge. You get turned on by being a slave. That's just the way things are. You get turned on by being restricted, by having things taken away from you, by being subject to punishment by a superior man."

"You get turned on by having your Master make use of your body for his pleasure. I get turned on by using you for my pleasure. I don't fully understand it, but I don't need to. What I do understand is that the more control I'm able to have over you, the happier you'll be. It's your nature as a submissive. "

Patrick was in a drug store earlier today and he happened to notice the rack of shoelaces of various materials and sizes. There were three pair of very long leather laces hanging there. "The might make a good whip," Patrick thought to himself and so he bought all of them. While the slave was down sucking his feet, Patrick took them out and fashioned a make-shift type of whip—or maybe a flogger—out of them and began waving it through the air.

He let it fall on aleff's behind while he was bent over with his mouth on Patrick's feet. "Ouch!" aleff yelled as he jumped up and rubbed his ass with his hands.

Patrick gets an Idea:

"So here's what we're going to do. You'll get your mouth back on my feet—RIGHT NOW—and I'm gonna play with my new whip. You stay down there and keep your hands down as well. I don't care how much it hurts. You can cry out or beg all you want, but don't fucking jump up. Keep at my feet while I whip you."

Actually, he starts of quite easily, toying with the laces, watching the strands land on the slave's back then pulling them in back in. Once in a while he lands a hard lash on the boi's ass again—after all, he deserves it after what he did before.

After the hardest lash yet the boi cries out loudly then says to himself in a trembling voice, "Oh my God!" Then he starts crying, not because of the pain but because he now knows beyond any doubt that this is real. Totally real. Patrick owns him. Patrick can whip his slave any time he wants to.

Patrick realizes what has happened and he's pleased he's gotten his message across.

Now he can be tender. "aleff, come up here with me now. You're a good slave." aleff practically flies up and looses it when Patrick wraps his arms around him. "Good boy. Let it out. Let it all out. I've got you. I won't let you go." And aleff cries until at last Patrick helps him up on the bed and then lies down next to him. The boi falls asleep half on top of Patrick and half off to the side with its head against Patrick's pec. Patrick wishes he could take a picture of this; this slave has never seemed so adorable. And so young. If he'd been born into a family that was well-off, he'd probably be entering college as a freshman in the fall. Instead, as a slave the boi is getting a totally different type of education.

The next morning he hears from the person who answered his ad, inviting him to chat on the phone at a convenient time. He provides his mobile number and Patrick rings him right away. They have a long conversation and at the conclusion, they plan to meet at the guy's home the next morning for coffee and conversation.

"It will just be you and me chatting about being Masters. My slave will serve us. I'll thrash him first thing in the morning so he'll be in an obedient state of mind. You can question him if there's anything you want to know from the slave's perspective. He's a bright boi and knows how to put an intelligent sentence together. In fact, I'm considering letting him take a couple courses in college this fall. Full-time enrollment will not be possible for this slave as long as I own it."

Patrick catches that the guy switches from "he" to "it" when referring to the slave, so he feels better about the fact that he's not able to be consistent yet. "This sounds wonderful, far more than I could have hoped for. It seems that both our bois are about the same age. Mine won't be going to college. I haven't made any decisions about things like that yet. Not until I know for sure that this isn't just a phase it's going through."

"A wise consideration, indeed. I'm impressed that you two know yourselves so well. That is a sign that things will work out well for you both. Anyway, here's the address: xxxxxxx. Tomorrow at 10 am? Would that work?"

"That will be fine. I'll find someone to `babysit' the slave. See you then."

All this time, Patrick had aleff kneeling with his back to him in the middle of the room with his arms extended. It started because he wanted to check if there were any marks from last night. There were only a couple red streaks where he most likely hit the hardest.

He was planning to make that phone call and he had a bright idea. "Extend your arms to each side all the way up level with your shoulders," he commands the slave. "Stay that way while I'm on the phone. Something to distract you from eavesdropping. Maybe I'll make you do this whenever I'm on the phone."

Patrick had met a young guy about aleff's age named Tony. He met Tony when the stud was visiting his father Vito, who was in the hospital for a routine procedure. Patrick happened to be cleaning their room. He was wearing a leather wrist band, so it didn't take long for them to realize they were all Doms. The young guy's name was Tony. He was a Dom and had been trained by his father.

Patrick let Tony know that he was training a young slave of his own. Tony gave him his information and told him he could call if he ever needed any help. After he got off the phone with the guy he was going to meet—who had never given him his name—he called Tony and asked him if he could "babysit" his slave (and also have his way with it) in the morning because he had a meeting to attend. Tony was more than happy to do so. They spoke about limits and other such matters.

"Make him suck your feet and your dick and even your ass if you want, provided it's clean. Don't hesitate to smack him around if needed." Then Tony told him he likes to make a sub suck his cock after he's pissed on him. "Perfect," says Patrick. "Go for it, but I don't want him drinking any piss yet. I'm saving that for myself some day."

"Don't delay much longer," Tony advises him. "My Pop always says that new subs be told about piss right from the beginning so they have a chance to get away before it's too late."

"Thanks for the advice. So maybe he'll learn about it from you."

"No," Tony objects. "It's not my place to break a slave's limit. I'll leave that for you, Patrick. The kid's your slave, not mine."

Patrick gets an idea. "So how about this: you get here about 9 and we'll both piss on the boi. It can be part of his morning shower."

"Hot as fuck, dude! Great idea. I'll make sure I've got a lot saved up. See you at 9."

Patrick gives Tony directions. Tony said he'll get there before 9 so he can "get acquainted" with the slave before they put their plan into operation.

While this is going on, aleff's really struggling to keep his arms up, cursing Patrick to himself and starting to sweat. Patrick was right about this, though. He's reached a point where all his attention is on his pain and he didn't catch anything of this last conversation between Patrick and Tony. Damn, "holding arms up " is definitely not going to be high on his list. "But, my list doesn't matter. It's all Patrick's list I'll be suffering."

Does the aleff really want to be Patrick's slave? It seems so. Could he actually call all this off? Could he? Honestly, he doesn't want to. He make himself a promise: he's going to become the slave Patrick wants him to be. That's what he'll give up his freedom for. For Patrick, whom he'd come to worship. The idea that Patrick won't trust him to be alone bye is having some other Dom come over to "babysit" him really helps him realize that he's no longer just an ordinary guy.

Patrick says the Dom is hot as hell. The fact that this Dom is the same age as aleff makes it seem even more humiliating. "I'm sure he'll help you make progress as a slave," Patrick reassured him. This is going to be fun, he hopes.

Patrick has been is watching the boi's back, watching the way he's struggling to keep his arms up. He's already been warned that the strap is near should he lower them. Finally he takes pity on the boi and lets him put his arms down and crawl over to him. His phone signals a text message. It's from the phone number he had called. "Patrick, I'm sorry for being so forgetful. Pardon my rudeness. I never told you my name. Patrick, my name is Kent. My novice slaveboi's name is aaron. See you tomorrow."

. . . . . . . . . .

It's obvious that Kent knows his way around Evander's. He takes the boi the wing to his right where many articles are on display. A good-looking man named William greets him, apparently knowing who he is. "Anthony, it's good to see you. And what an attractive young slave you own. What may I help you with today?"

"Several things, William. Let's start at the top. Collars. One in black leather with rings, strap in back. A second one made of chain. This one will be permanent so it would be good if it had a simple lock. Large enough openings for bondage possibilities."

"I'd like to measure the boi's neck." Kent nods. William wraps both hands around aaron's neck, causing to gasp. "Settle down, boi, or you'll end up with something too tight." He tries again. The boi stays still. Kent looks puzzled. "This is how I measure necks," William explains. "it's a natural ability I have for some reason. I'll go get some collars that will fit the slave. We also have chain collars that automatically lock in the back. I'll get some of them as well and lay out a display for you. It will only take a couple minutes." Kent nods and William goes into the back.

"You look stunned, child," Kent says to his nephew.

"Just surprised you're collaring me so soon, Sir. You must be more confident about this than I am."

"What aren't you confident about?"

"That I'll be good enough for you, Sir."

"Boi, you really don't know much about what it will take for you to please me. Don't base your feelings upon facts you don't have." And with that, Kent reaches back and swats the boi on the ass.

"sorry, Master."

"Kneel, boi," Kent orders. aaron has to admit to himself that it's starting to feel normal, him kneeling so much. The carpet is soft here and at home Master has him wear knee pads.

"Listen, aaron. I know how much you've wanted this. I think it's safe to assume that you're not going to deliberately sabotage what you've wanted to for so long. As for me, I've decided I want this too. I want you to be my slave. As far as I'm concerned, this relationship is permanent. You will always be my slave."

Once again, tears are flowing down the boi's cheeks. All of a sudden they hear a noise and see a window being drawn back on the side of the room. In that window is a display of over a dozen collars. William is standing there as well. "All of these are the boi's size," he says. "I'm here to answer any questions you may have. I've also included large samples of the chain materials so you can lay them against the boi's flesh to see what they'd look like."

"I love shopping here. You people here know all the right ways to help. It's well worth the price. A worthy slave deserves the best when it comes to things like this."

Kent looks over the leather collars. It's an easy choice for him. He picks up the one he wants and leans over to put it on the slave, then toys with it after fastening it. "This is definitely the one I want," he tells William. "Now for the chain," says Kent. He picks up a couple chains and lays them around aaron's neck. "Allow me," says William, "so you can stand back for a better view of the overall effect."

Kent has him try four of them and from that he makes a selection. William puts it around the slave's neck and holds it in the back until Kent is sure it's the one he wants. aaron realizes he doesn't get to choose; his Master does. Kent nods to William. "Go ahead. Lock it on."

aaron closes his eyes and takes a deep breath when he hears the lock click. "This in now permanently locked around you," Kent tells him. "The only way it can be removed is by breaking it."

William asks what else Kent is interested in purchasing. "Penis gags, with 3" and 6" rubber inserts that strap in the back of the slave's head. I also want a rubber ball gag. I'm throwing away everything in my current collection. I'll never put anything in this slave's mouth that's been in someone else's. Also I'd like a black rubber seven-inch dildo for the boi's mouth and a faux glass one for the ass."

William adds these things to items Kent is purchasing. Is there anything else you need to sample?"

"Yes. a wire chastity cage about an inch smaller than this one (he takes aaron's dick in his hand.). Something that can be worn long-term. A plastic one two inches smaller than the boi's current size for temporary use." aaron is about to pass out from a mixture of humiliation and fear. Kent massages the boi's shoulders to help him relax while William goes to get what he asked for.

New humiliation is always a shocker. Just when the boi thinks he couldn't go any lower, he finds out that Kent is going to lock up his dick in a cage. Trying on the cages beats them everthing else so far, especially because he realizes that Kent's decided to keep him caged. He reattaches his leash and leads the boi out through the storeroom, shaved, collared and now caged.

The humiliation doesn't stop there . Kent leads the slave back to the lounge area so he can display the collar and the cage. Tony asks if he might inspect the cage more closely and Kent agrees. "he's really got you jammed in there, boi. that's good. you won't get sores from your dick rubbing up against the cage cause it's a tight fit when you're still soft. Nice. Our slave at home has been caged for years. Only has a nub now. My Dad tells me that when he was first caged he'd cry himself to sleep at night the first few nights. I wonder if you'll do that too, aaron."

aaron just shrugs his shoulders. Tony looks to Kent and when Kent nods, he hauls off and slaps the slave across the face then back again on the other side. "Answer in words, not in shrugs, faggot! I said I wonder if you'll be crying yourself to sleep tonight, boi." aaron fights back tears. "I guess I probably will, sir, because I'm a crybaby anyway," he says as tears fall a bit.

Tony sneers at the slave and mocks it: "Those tears look good on you, boi. Tears always look good on a slave's face to the man who's cause it to cry like a little boy."

Kent decides it's time to leave. He says his goodbyes and leads the boi out to the car. Once they get in the car he says to aaron "I know that was quite an ordeal. I was going to reward you but when I saw you shrug your shoulders like an unresponsive adolescent to that Master's question, all thought of reward when right out of the window. Instead, when I get you home you'll be getting your first taste of my strap."

Nothing could knock aaron out of nephew mode and right down to slave mode quicker than the way Kent speaks to him. It's like he's just picked up this slave from a market and now has to be bothered training it from the beginning. Rules, punishments, humiliation. No hint of reward.

"I know you've seen caged bois in the porn I let you view, so there just doesn't seem any reason to have to take it slow. It's on for good now except when I decide to clean it. No sense toying about it. As cute as your dick is, I was getting tired of seeing it waving around all over the place. I was getting tempted to either suck it, beat it, or cover it in Ben Gay. It was distracting. aaron."

"From now on, my cock is the only one that matters. It's the only cock you need pay any attention to. So as soon as we get home you'll get your ass beat and then you'll kneel before me and suck me off again. If you don't do it enthusiastically, there will be more of the strap for you. Face it, kid: now you really are my slave. I'm not going to fuck around with you or baby you."

They pull up to the house. "Get yourself inside and strip. I'm bringing you down to my dungeon. Wait for me on your knees by the door that leads there."

Kent, in the meantime, goes to his own room, strips down to his leather jockstrap, boots, his leather vest. leather gloves and a policeman's cap. All black, of course. He unlocks the door to the dungeon. "No need to lock this door any longer. I've never let you down there before. Now it's time. From now on you'll be spending a lot of time down there. Walk down the stairs, slaveboy."

Ulp!

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