A Tale of Two Subs

By Robert Louis / Robert Halstead

Published on Jun 4, 2024

Gay

Chapter 20. Breaking them in.

When Patrick gets up in the morning, before he even gets out of bed, he kisses aleff awake. He plays lightly with the boi's nipples because they're probably still very sore from yesterday. "Listen, aleff, I want you to do something for me that I've never asked you to do before. It wont be easy, but I want to do it. It's time you begin to realize that you're nothing but a faggot pig as far as I'm concerned." His words turn aleff on more than one would think. After all, aleff is used to rough talk.

"Pig, Master? You want this slave to be your pig? , Tell me what you want. The slave submits itself to his will, gritting its teeth. It has no idea what it can be. He waits for the Master's command.

"Put my balls in your mouth and massage them with your tongue. They take your mouth off them and use that tongue to lick up all the nighttime sweat between my legs right into the place that's split. Use your spit and clean me there like the pig you know you're meant to be. Go now. When I tell you you'll start cleaning me all over."

aleff likes it when Patrick lets him at his balls, but the rest? Ugh. "fuck, boi, you don't get any `ugs' now. Obey the man. Let him conquer you however he wants. If you don't you'll regret it. Don't worry. You'll get turned on inside." he keeps tonguing Patrick's balls until at last Patrick gives the command. "Get at it now, slave! All the way in there. Don't hold back or when Tony gets here the both of us will whip you with our straps!"

aleff dives in. It's mostly salty, not as bad as he thought it would be. And Patrick's body scent is so strong in there. Wow! His tentative licking soon gives way to focused obedient service. Soon he's licking his spit and the Master's sweat from the Master's most private areas. Patrick plays with the slave's scalp as a way of giving gentle encouragement to the slave and making it perfectly clear that he is in control of this slave's behavior as he continues to train it. A bit deeper almost every day.

Once Patrick is satisfied he rushes into the bathroom to piss. He realizes he'll have to drink a lot as soon as possible after his shower. Once he's done he lets aleff piss as well, sitting down—new rule. He turns on the shower, shaking his head "no," and the slave leaves to go make the bed and put on the coffee. NO sense hanging around there. He wonders why Patrick isn't letting him shower. Does this Tony guy like a slave all slimy from sleep? (That's a hard sentence to say if you have a lisp!)

Patrick calls in aleff to dry him off. He wants to get dressed to meet Tony. Both of them dressed while the slave is naked and groveling, more or less. When he goes for his coffee, he puts in one Pop Tart. Only one. "You go eat a slice of bread (multigrain). Not toasted. Nothing on it. Eat standing up. Let the bread soak up all the slime you swallowed when you were pigging it out between my legs, champ"

Patrick chuckles at the way that came out! "pigging it out." Neat. That must have hit the slave's pride good and hard. That's the effect he's aiming for. Constant reminders. Constant humiliation . Constant reinforcement.

To this end, Patrick chooses his words deliberately. He had read a brilliant article about this in the Dom Times, about the power a Dom exerts by the way he speaks to the sub. That's where he got those "constant" phrases and a few other ideas as well. He has it delivered to his mailbox at the hospital so aleff doesn't know about it.

Just as Patrick is done eating, the doorbell rings. He has the slave answer the door. On its knees. Best way for it to present itself the first time it's viewed by another Master.

There is Tony. Black boots. That's all the slave can see since it has lowered its head looking down, not daring to raise his eyes to see this man until given permission. Meanwhile aleff knows that Tony is taking in every detail about this slave. aleff's doubly embarrassed because its pubes have started to grow back since Duke but the Master hasn't chosen to shave him bare again. This is like humiliation added to humiliation. Tony sees all of him.

The depth to his voice and the sense of command as he speaks puts aleff into high slave gear. "If we had more time, I'll scrape that hair off you," he says to the slave. To Patrick he says "Some other time, I'd be glad to get this boi bare, I get off in humiliating a former free guy that way."

Patrick chuckles. "You're on, Tony. If you've got nothing else to do, you can stay around all day. I'd really like to watch you shave the faggot bare."

"I've got all day, Patrick . . . . and this boi is a right enjoyable sight. How's its mind?"

"It's a tough kid. Determined. Begging for me to own it permanently. I've made a lot of progress with it in a short amount of time. Damage was done before I decided I'd better take care of this boi myself. Tremendous potential and craving to be brought deep down some dark hole, if you know what I mean."

"Think I got you. Let me at the boy alone? Might as well get it prepared to serve me."

Patrick makes the slave fix Tony a cup of coffee. Then he extends his arm towards the bedroom. "Crawl after me, faggot," says Tony on his way into the bedroom. Shortly after that, the door is closed. Tony looks down at the slave and can tell it's trembling, and not in a good way. Tony gets down on the floor right there next to the slave and starts stroking the back of its head as if it were a nervous puppy. "SShhh, ssshhh," he coaxes the boi to settle down. With one hand he strokes the boi's face while the other is stroking its head and shoulders and then he puts a light kiss on the slave's forehead, then nose, than chin.

"Open a little, baby," he says as he puts a finger to aleff's lips. aleff opens slowly, just enough so Tony can stick in his thumb and then begins to explore a bit more of the slave's mouth. "There, that's a good boi who wants to be Patrick's slave with all his heart. Patrick brought me here to work with you, help you learn more about being submissive. "See if you can let in more fingers now, boi. Your Master wants you to please me, baby, so let's do it, okay?"

He manages to get four finger in and aleff surrenders his mouth to Tony. Tony keeps speaking in his hypnotic voice. "Oh, yes, baby, I know, I know what it's like to yearn for someone, to be willing to do anything he wants, take anything he wants, obey every rule and restriction and ways you keep getting forced to surrender to something new to prove how much you need to. . . . yes, baby."

Tony takes his fingers out of aleff's mouth and trails them down to the boi's nipple. Just a tiny tweak gets the boi to moan and tighten up a bit. "Oh, aleff, they're good and sore. You were a real good boi for somebody. Was it Patrick? Someone else? Yourself? Do you torture your own nipples, boy?"

aleff shakes his head no. Tony chuckles. "I guess you don't have to. I bet your nipples are gonna be sore most of the time from now on because I know how much Patrick gets off on putting tears in your eyes that way. Yeah, boy ..." he puts his lips to aleff's and is soon invading his mouth with his tongue as he kisses him deeply while putting more pressure on the boi's nipple and the boi opens his mouth to cry out and Tony gets in even more deeply.

"You're such a good boy. You're gonna make someone a great slave, aleff. Hey, I've got to get up off this floor. Go sit in that nice chair over there. Why don't you crawl over there after me, faggot. Crawl like the sub-human you're trying to become. Keep your chest low to the ground while you're crawlin'"

He looks at his watch. It's 9:30. Time to up the ante. He takes aleff and guides him up on his knees while laying his head in his lap. "Your Master told me that he's planning to do something to help humble you more deeply. Something he's never done before to any slave. That's why I'm here with you guys. To encourage him. And I just know, aleff boy, that he wants this so much because he knows it is something that every slave has to learn about. Do you think you could promise me to be a good boy and submit to your Master's will now, boi?"

aleff takes a very deep breath and faintly nods yes.

Tony gives a signal and Patrick comes in, still fully dressed, and orders the slave to crawl into the bathroom and get into the bathtub. aleff, breathing deeply again, surrenders and obeys his Master. Patrick and Tony both follow the slave on its way to the bathtub.

"Kneel up, facing me like a good boy," Patrick coaches and aleff obeys, looking a little scared. "Your face is awesome when you're a little scared," Tony says to the boi, acknowledging the way the kid's feeling and not being surprised or angered about it. "sit back on your heels now, boi, and spread your legs wide so we can see your junk good," orders Tony and aleff quickly gets lost in a world of his own. It helps that Patrick deliberately did not put the lights on, so this atmosphere is very different than what it usually is.

Patrick pulls down his zipper and takes out his cock. "Close your eyes and relax, both of you," Tony commands and they both obey. Relaxing helps Patrick start pissing and the slave gasps as his piss hits his body and then travels around.

"Look at you, getting pissed on like a piece of trash. So appropriate for a slave like you," says Patrick.

"Can anyone piss on this faggot?" asks Tony.

"Yes, anyone as long as I approve. So be my guest, Tony."

Tony's stream is full and fast and covers a lot more of the slave's body. He even pisses in the slave's hair, fully marking it. "We're marking you like the animal you are, aleff. Pig. Cocksucker. faggot," says Tony, finishing up and shaking his dick to let the last couple drops fall. "Stay there. I'm leaving now. Obey Tony. I've given him permission to punish you if you don't please him." With that, Patrick heads out of the bathroom and out of the house on his way to see Kent.

Tony turns to aleff. "Stay down there in the piss until I come back. I want you stinking of my piss while I make you suck my cock, slaveboi."

. . . . .

Meanwhile, at Kent's house . . .

aaron can't believe his eyes! He had no idea this was here, or that his Uncle obviously had a lot of experience and a lot of skills. And the soundproofing is incredible. Kent could have been having a full-blown orgy in here and he's be sound asleep upstairs and never hear a thing. He starts wondering if things like that ever happened.

Kent has the boi sucking his cock. "so here's the thing, aaron. Someone is coming here tomorrow morning to discuss being a Dom and training a slave. He thinks I might have some tips for him. So he'll be here and we'll sit at the kitchen table. You'll serve us, naked, of course. I may want to demonstrate something with you or have him question you. You must go along with every single thing that happens. You won't be servicing him sexually. I just want him to see what it's like to have a naked slave around that we basically ignore unless we want something. I want him to get to see a truly broken in slave. That's why I'm taking my strap to your ass for the very first time. Right now. Get yourself up over that spanking table." He points as he lowers the adjustable height of the table.

aaron is really tense now. "You're had worse than this, so don't be melodramatic about it. Damn, kid. You've even been caned. This is nothing compared to that. Can you remain still while I thrash you or would you like me to bind you down?

aaron stumbles on his words as he begs Kent to bind him. (He's wearing the manacles that Kent bought for him at Evander's that afternoon.) So the boi gets bound hand and foot. Kent stands next to him caressing the slave's ass, getting it to tremble.

"I'm giving you a dozen lashes," Kent tells the boi. "I usually start with just 6, but, considering your past days as a masochistic slut, I think a full dozen would be more appropriate and will make a better impression on you. And please remember, aaron, that there will be another dozen waiting for you tomorrow if you displease me when my guesthis here. Do you understand me, boi?"

"yyyyyes, MMMMaster," mumbles aaron as the tears are already in his eyes. Kent stops temporarily after delivering the first six lashes, wondering if the reader might be doing the same thing to himself or to his slave as he reads this. aaron has started to cry out quite loudly as he writhes around as much as he can considering the way he's bound. Kent enjoys the sight and also the knowledge that the pain of this thrashing is really getting to the boi.

7,

8,

9,

and the slave is screaming out loud now, "no more, no more, please, Master, please!!!!!!!!!!!!)

10,

11, 12. Ke nt throws down the strap. Quickly sets the boi's legs free first, then its hands, then he scoops the well-whipped slaveboy into his arms and lets the boi cry into his chest for as longs as he needs to. It takes quite a long time.

Once the boi's comes back to itself, Kent pushes it down to its knees and has it take out his cock and suck it in gratitude to him for finally consenting to be its Master. The irony is not lost here, of course. One should always appreciate the fact that it can be quite a humiliating act to have to thank the person who has just beaten the lowly slave. And so it is for aaron.

Remember, dear reader, that aaron has not ever been thrashed like this by his uncle/Master, and as far as this red-eyed slaveboy is concerned, this thrashing hurt far more than that caning because of the circumstances in which it was given. It should also be noted here that this was not being done as punishment. It was being done to help condition the slave when it's forced to serve two Doms tomorrow morning.

To make matters worse, Kent does not allow the boi to sleep with him as bedtime approaches. Kent knows that between the pain of the thrashing and the fact that this is the first night this slave will spend with its dick locked up, he doubts the slave will get much sleep. Kent, however, wants to have a good night's sleep. That's why he shows the weepy boi to the guest room, as locks him in there (with a chamber pot on the floor) for the night.

Kent was quite right about the plight of the slaveboy this particular night. The boi got very little sleep. Kent was prepared to allow the boi to go back to bed after Patrick and he are done with their conversation.

Morning comes . . .

Kent gets up refreshed, puts on the coffee and takes his shower while it's brewing. He takes pity on the boi and figures it probably is asleep now, from exhaustion if from nothing else. He enjoys his first cup of coffee, gets dressed, and unlocks the door to the guest room and yes, the boi is dead asleep. He gently shakes the boy awake.

"Get up quickly. You can have cereal this morning standing up. I doubt you want to sit down. Hurry now, boi. Don't forget what I told you last night. Twelve more with that strap if you disappoint me this morning. Go brush your teeth, wash your face and see if you can to something with your hair. That's all. NO shower for you. Eat your cereal and then go make both beds. I know you're tired. That's the breaks. I'll let you sleep after my meeting if you're a good boy. If not, we'll be down in the dungeon again."

aleff yelps when he realizes how sore his ass is, but it reminds him he has to get himself moving. "Damn," he realizes," (it's coming true. I'm pushing myself to obey him because I'm afraid of having my ass whipped again with that strap!" It's starting to sink in: this is a lot more than a brief bdsm roleplay; he is being trained to live his entire lifestyle as a slave. As Kent's slave. He couldn't imagine taking a thrashing like that from some other Dom. He hoped it would never happen, that the Master would never give him to someone who wanted to whip him. "After today, I think we should have a chat," he promises himself, hoping he won't chicken out. Again.

he goes to the bathroom to do what Kent told him to do. His hair is a real mess. He wishes he could get a haircut, but Kent won't give permission. He likes it "full and out of control. Just like you, boi," he said. So he just wets it down and towels it off. it's gonna be embarrassing, another Dom looking his over with his ass almost purples with a couple welts when the strap went out of control or he had tried to dodge it. Those places hurt the most. Kent had told them that. "when you writhe away from my lashes they land in places that will hurt a lot longer than everything else. That's why I won't tie you down any tighter. You've got to learn the hard way to stop avoiding the strap. Slaves like you deserve the strap, and even worse at times."

His uncle had always been a good teacher. Quite a mentor over the years as well, especially since his father was an absent parent after his mother had died. It had been frustrating. Sometimes, Dad would send him over to Uncle Anthony's for several days—one time for two whole weeks—but then he would still get jealous that he was closer to his faggot uncle more than he was to his own father.

But what could the guy expect? Sometimes when he slept over Uncle Anthony's he'd be so horny that he would jerk off three times in a row before going to sleep, always wishing that his uncle wouldn't freak out if he got naked and crawled into his bed. No. He wouldn't dare. He was a coward.

And then the day came when this college guy invited him over to get to know the frat before joining anywhere else and took him to an off-campus party in a thick leather collar. When they got there he cuffed his hands behind his back, slapped him around pretty hard, then brought him into the house on a leash. It was quite dark in the house. Red lights here and there. The guy who brought him made him kneel and suck his friend's cock, knowing he was already a pretty good cocksucker at age 15.

It was hot as hell until they heard someone getting whipped. Then went to see the scene. Barry (aaron) almost passed out. The man wielding the whip was his uncle! There was a bright light shining on the body of the sub on the St. Andrew's cross so it was hard to see anyone else's face. Barry got out of there quickly until the leash stopped him. "Please!" he cried. "I've got to get away from there!"

Fortunately someone else stepped in. A man dressed like a cowboy with his open shirt sporting a chest covered with hair took hold of the leash and yanked it. The other guy let go. He saw the boi was cuffed. "Where are the fucking keys?" he demanded in a rather angry voice. The boi was soon uncuffed. The cowboy took off the slave collar and then ushered him out the door. Once they got outside he said to Barry, "How old are you? Don't fucking tell me you're 18."

"YYYounger," Barry said.

"How much, boy? Don't fool with me or I'll take my rope to your bare back!"

"FFFffifteen, Sir," he said.

"Who brought you here?"

"DDon't know his name. I swear, Sir."

Meanwhile, guys were standing around looking at each other, wondering who brought an under-age kid here putting them all in danger. Well, guess who comes out to find out what's going on?

Yes. Uncle Anthony. They drove back to Anthony's house in silence. After all, they'd both been outed to each other. A bit awkward. Meanwhile Anthony's trying to figure out how to handle this and not make a big deal out of it. This kid is not stupid. And it seems that this kid already has attracted the attention of at least one very careless Dom.

Finally, they get home. Anthony asks the boi to put a shirt on and come sit in his office. This is going to be somewhat official, Barry figures.

Finally, after an eternally long silence, Anthony speaks. "I suspect we're both upset and embarrassed. Me as well as you. We've both been discovered at things we really didn't want the other to know. However, I have to be responsible party here and I'm not sure what to do about this. All I can say is that you've gotten started a lot younger than I ever did, and I'm sure that what happened tonight was not your first rodeo. . . .

" So as your uncle, I'm worried. Concerned. I know you're not going to stop. I know you can't just wish the desires you have away. I was hoping that I would never have to talk to you about my life and my interests until you were of age. And I swear, Barry, I do not want to talk about this. Not at all. Not until then. . . .

"So what do I do? My main concern is your safety. In fact, I think my only concern is your safety. So tomorrow you and I are going to sit down and come to some sort of understanding. I want you to think about this. What could you do, what could I do that you would be okay with, to try to keep you safe without having to know any details about what's going on. Damn, Barry, I wish I could have done what you're doing when I was your age! So please, nephew, help me help you without taking over your sex life."

The sad irony on top of ironies is that Barry already knew that he would be ecstatic if his uncle would barge in and take over his sex life. Damn. That's why he kept after older guys. He was trying to find someone who could replace his uncle. at least until he was 18. But of course, it never happened.

He'd been talking about all this to his best gay friend, a guy named Austin. Austin had been trying to tell him to let his uncle know how he felt. not to hold back. After all, he was a senior on high school. He's been consumed with this desire for years already. He had to let Anthony know how he felt.

He had to let Anthony know that every time some trick put a collar around his neck he always closed his eyes and wished it was Anthony who was collaring him. Finally, on Halloween night of his senior year of high school, Barry asked Anthony to become his Dom, to help him learn. Anthony refused. "I couldn't do that to your father.

All his worst fears would have come true. I can't destroy him that way. Look, kid, I know he hasn't been the best father in the world. I know he's always given you mixed signals. But I insist he be respected. It would wreck him to find out you were into this stuff. He doesn't even know that about me! But then, for him to find out what I'm the one treating you that way, that I'm using you. No. That would be child abuse. No, Barry, no. A thousand times no! Please never bring this up again." And that was that. Until his father passed away . . .

And so, unfortunately, our narrative got sidelined by some reveries.

Patrick and Kent will have their chat in the next chapter. Promise. And Tony will really do a number on aleff.

THAT'S ALL FOR THIS CHAPTER!

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