Chapter 21. Doms' Secrets
Before Patrick arrives, Kent has aaron kneeling between his legs looking up into his eyes. Aaron had begged for a chance to speak about what's been happening.
"Nothing you have to say right now will be held against you. A lot happened yesterday, I know. What do you need to tell me, aaron?"
"Uncle Anthony," the boi began, hoping to appeal to that side of his nature, "please, Master, it feels like you want to turn me into a real slave, that this is no role play. I AM your slave and you seem to want it this way. I . . . I.. . I'm frightened, Sir."
"What is frightening you, boi? Can you tell me more precisely?"
" . . . that . . . well, it's like this: I'll do everything I possibly can to please you, Master . . . "
"So far so good. That is what I'm expecting of you, boi. Don't' forget that you asked for this. You've been asking for it for over a year now. Finally you begged me so much after your Dad died that I've decided to give you what you've been asking for. You know what they say sometimes, aaron: Be careful of what you ask for. . . So of course I expect you to please me today, boi. Every day."
"but I'm gonna force myself to be a total slave and a good boy for you because right now, Master, I'm afraid of being punished again . . . . . . " tears are in his eyes now.
Kent reaches down and wipes the boi's tears away. "That's good, aaron. I want you to be afraid of being punished. I'm not interested in doing some easy heavy impact play just to titillate you. If you want that I'll find someone else to play with you that way then finish you off once you've reached you limit. When I decide you need to be whipped, it's going to hurt. That's why they call it punishment. aaron, when your father and I were little boys our Daddy---your grandpa who died when you were just a toddler—used to take us over his knee every Friday night without fail. He whupped our asses once a week no matter what. Sometimes it was punishment for something and he'd use a thick leather strap that hurt like the dickens and he wouldn't let up until we were begging for mercy. No such thing as limits. If we'd been good that week, it was only a hand spanking and only until we started whimpering. But if he felt we deserved to be punished, we knew how awful it would be. And that, boi, is how we were taught to behave. Fearing those Friday night spankings every week. Now I don't plan to spank you once a week no matter what. No, boi. The only way you're getting it from me is when I decide you need to be punished. You got that whipping last night just so you WOULD start fearing it. Just so you know that I'm not playing around with you, boi."
aaron has tears in his eyes now and is ashamed to show it. Kent lifts him up by his chin and nods as he looks into the boi's tear-filled eyes.
"You begged to be my slave, so I'm making you my slave. You know how awful it will be if I have to punish you today. That's good. You should fear it. You have to get this through your mind, boi. You! are! my! slave! You are being trained to behave. I will train you to break through your limits whenever I think it's time. Don't forget that I know you're no beginner, no fair inexperienced novice. You've been around. You know the score. And still you begged me to enslave you. Well, you got what you asked for. You will be on your best behavior as my slave because you know what will happen if you deserve to be punished. I'm not fooling around with that.
"The same thing goes for all the things that happened yesterday. Being paraded around Evander's. The collars. The manacles. The cage. I wanted you to realize what you are so I gave you the advanced course. Maybe you would have liked it if things moved more slowly. Well you're the slave, not the Master."
"What happened yesterday happened because I knew you were ready even if you didn't think so. And aaron, I know you deserve this. You deserve for me to take all this very seriously. So you got it all yesterday. The collar, the manacles, the cage and a damn good whipping. Too much too soon? Do you think that?"
"I was going to say that, Master. But . . "
"But I decided it wasn't too much too soon. I've heard of your um, adventures out in the community. I'll never forget that frat party I found you at when your balls had only just dropped! And I saw the evidence printed on your ass by that moron you got involved with—that Keith guy. No, faggot. It wasn't too much too soon. Not for a boi who begged to become my slave. That's what I think. So that's the way it all happened. All at once. Your life has changed and there's no way you'll be able to forget that or pretend it didn't happen."
"It did. happen. It's all been done. If you really can't handle it all, then you can have a chance to change your mind. But listen to me carefully, Barry aaron Kent: Right now you either leave or you stay. If you leave I'll even set you up on your own apartment away from here. But that's the end of it. We are Uncle and nephew, nothing more than that. Ever."
"If you stay, then you know how it is and how it's going to be. Your life as my slave can be very simple. Please me and everything will be fine. Disobey me or pull attitude with me, then we settle things downstairs in the dungeon I had prepared for bois like you. That's what happens to real bdsm slaves. That's how I will train a boi to become my slave, whether it is you or some other lad down the road. Understand, child?"
aaron slides off the couch and bows to the ground before Kent, kissing his feet. Things have been settled. And at that very moment, the doorbell rings. Patrick has arrived.
"Get up, open the door wide. Display yourself. Hands behind your back. Then follow his lead. Now go!"
aaron has trouble standing up. Kent helps him get his balance and he's off to open the door, swinging it wide open and standing to the side, head bowed, hands behind his back, silenced and humbled.
"Well isn't this a nice greeting," says Patrick. "I'm going to have to bring my boi to see how well you know your place." He walks in, leaving the slave behind and reaches out to shake Kent's hand, thanking him for the invitation.
"Put on a fresh pot of coffee, boi and the brownies that are in the fridge should go on the table." to Patrick he says, "these are just ordinary brownies, buddy. NO drugs."
Kent leaves the kitchen with Patrick and brings him downstairs to show him around the dungeon. The coffee is ready when they come up. aaron fixes his Master's cup and waits for instructions how to fix Patrick's coffee. That done, the men sit down.
"Grovel in the corner, boi. I know you don't want to sit." aaron goes to the corner and folds himself down on the floor with Patrick watches.
"the boi is sore this morning. Last night I taught the faggot what it will feel like if he ever displeases me. I showed you the strap I use. I really wanted to get my point across so I gave the boi a full amount of lashes. Take a look at the result."
"Raise that ass in the air, aaron. Let the man see how well you were thrashed last night."
Patrick looks and even touches a couple of spots, hearing the slave gasp and whine.
"I could never do anything that extreme with aleff."
"To you it's extreme because you're new at this and I assume your new slave boy is inexperienced and probably still quite tender."
"Precisely, Kent."
"Severity is a relative thing, Patrick. This faggot's been around and has built up its endurance. You could probably get the same effect with only three lashes the first time. The point is to give the boi an object lesson. Stay within its limits for sure, but make sure you get to the outer edge of those limits. Then call it punishment and make sure the slave realizes what It's in for. That's how punishment can be an effective training tool. And then hopefully, you won't have to go there again."
"Interesting. I never heard it discussed that way, to be honest."
"And there are many Doms who wouldn't agree with me. It all depends on what role you want pain and heavy impact to play in the dance that the two of you are performing together. Every sub is different. Some subs never get hit and that's usually because they couldn't deal with the pain. Other subs get all bent out of shape if a Dom isn't hard on them. And there are many other variations as well. You see, I've known this slave for all of its life. It was my nephew outside the scene, but we've both agreed to put that aside because this faggot has been begging me for years to make this happen."
"My boi has a taste for it rough, but has no common sense. The last Dom he was with landed him in the hospital, to make a long story short. That's when I decided I'm going to have to take things into my own hands because otherwise it's going to self-destruct. So we're working it out. And your idea about three hard lashes makes some sense."
"Well think it over more before you act. "
"thank you. Good advice. I'm finding, much to my surprise, that I want it to work out. At first I was only going to protect the boi from getting into dangerous situations, but there is something about the lad's submissiveness that's calling out to me, that's making me want to take charge, . . . I don't know how to put it into words . . . "
"You don't need to, Patrick. I can see the look that came over your face when you were just speaking. It's the look of a Dom. You might be inexperienced, but you're most likely going to become a true Master for that boi. Think of it as a sort of dance. You are leading, but at the same time you have to be tuned in to how your partner needs to be moved around. Tune in to the deep needs of the sub boi."
"You spoke rightly: the boi's submissiveness is bringing out your dominance. It's the same for all of us. We think we're the Masters, we think we're in charge . . .but . . . . we can only go as far as the slaves can handle. Otherwise we lose them."
"How did you know, Kent, that it would be important for you to whip the boi as badly as you whipped him last night? Did the slave beg you to be that severe?"
"Not with words, Patrick, but with the hunger in its eyes and with the things I've heard and seen, including the slave's ass striped with a brute's cane. I knew it had a high pain threshold so I used my strap to explore it. I know precisely when the boy had reached its limit---that it had taken as much as it was able and began to panic because it know there was still more to come."
"That's when it started writhing, trying to escape the lash—which, of course, ended up raising welts on the most tender places. I purposely took the slave beyond its limits because I wanted it to understand what I was capable of and what would happen if it ever deserved to be punished again."
"Fear."
"yes, Fear. But at the same time, Patrick, it still understands that it is not in danger of being destroyed or permanently damaged."
"my boi ended up in the emergency room, Kent. When I saw the welts and cuts I was furious that the monster who had done that to him was so uncaring that he sent the boi on its way with no after care. I'm the one who called an ambulance on the kid."
"Thereby proving to the novice slave that you would not ever let it come to any serious harm, no mater what you demand of it, no matter what limits you choose to explore. The boi is safe with you. That's the first of the three words that have to guide our actions: Safe, sane, consensual. Let me show you something else that we haven't looked at:" he turns to aaron, still groveling. "aaron, my boi, come here to me. You've been a very good boi. Come put your head in my lap, child."
It's as if Kent's entire demeanor changed. He looked at his slave as if it were the most precious thing in the world. And he could see how hopeful aaron looked, how he responded to the change of tone in Kent's voice. He took his place between his Master's legs and laid his head down and maybe Patrick imagined it, but it seemed as if the boi was going to start purring as Kent ran his fingers through the slave's long hair. (He and aleff shared that trait.)
"This boi had quite an eventful day yesterday. Collared, caged, displayed naked in the establishment visited by both Doms and subs. To be honest, I had not intended to cage the boi on the spot, but I could tell by the way the boi was breathing when I was looking over the cages that it both feared what might happen and was hoping it would happen despite what it would mean. It was the slave who convinced me it needed to be caged right then and there. I just did what would help it settle into its identity."
"how about sane? I think most people might think we were quite insane doing these things to barely legal twinks."
"Most certainly. But that doesn't matter what they think. Watch your boi when it doesn't realize you're observing it. What do you see? Is it tormented, broken down to a miserable state of mind? Or does it look like it might actually be flourishing as it settles into its rightful role as your slave? What have you seen?"
"I might be completely mistaken, but I see peace in my boi. Peace and even a bit of joy. Above all, it's safe."
"Just like my boi despite the fact that I've caged its dick. It's no longer there for the slave's pleasure. Despite the fact that it got the most severe thrashing of its entire life last night."
As he's saying this, aaron is sighing and surrendering itself into its Master's body, grateful to be there.
"Look at this slave and see how it knows its Master will always look out for it. See how it trembles from the lightest affectionate touch."
"I saw that before. I have a friend looking after the boi while I'm here. As soon as he arrived he literally took my slave in hand and began treating it like a little boy, coaxing it to surrender itself to him to the point where we were able to mark it with our piss and it did nothing at all to resist what we were doing to it."
"Doing FOR it, I dare say, Patrick. Keep that in mind always and you won't go wrong. A lot of Doms just don't get the finer aspects of this life. It's all about pleasure, Patrick. The slaves give us pleasure and we figure out what kind of bdsm activities give our slaves pleasure in return.
"Wow, thank you, Kent. I never thought of it that way before. But I can see how true it is, especially when my slave kneels before me and shows my dick how grateful it is for the pleasure it had received, and, of course, for a faggot cocksucker, working on my dick is a source of exquisite pleasure for the dear boy. Gotta love him."
"That's the best part of all if it can happen between a Master and his slave."
"What part, Kent?"
"The love. I love this boi," he tells Patrick.
Patrick looks at the slave's well-whipped ass as if that were a contradiction.
Kent notices. "It might not seem this way, but that was an act of love as well, me giving this boi the best thrashing of its life. I told him it was punishment for all the times in his life when he did something bad but never got punished for it. I also told him I knew he jerked off before going to sleep every time he stayed over here when he was younger. Now I'm punishing the boi for that as well. From now on, he'll need permission to jerk off, and most of the time I won't allow it no matter how much he begs. In fact I will even start punishing the faggot for even asking to play with its cock."
Patrick looks doubtful. "I can get that you came up with good reasons for punishing the boi, but weren't you afraid you'd get carried away and scare him off?
"Not at all. That's why I said he'd only get twelve. That set a limit on me getting carried away. And I don't think it would be possible for me to scare him off. He's the one who begged to become my slave. I whip my slaves. it's all elementary bdsm. I know that if he were awake, he'd tell you how much he feels loved, even though he probably doubted it when he was crying and begging for mercy. It does something to a boi's system, a beating like that. Sends all sorts of awesome chemicals through is body. Endorphins, they're called. And the day after is the best of all. Right about now, all the boi feels is pleasure and warmth back there."
Patrick notices that aaron is awake and is taking in everything Kent is saying. "Is that true, aaron," Patrick asks him. "Are you grateful now that he beat you so badly or pissed off at him?"
"Not pissed off, Sir. I got whupped hard. I cried and screamed and begged him for mercy. Thought I'd be pissed at him for a long time. But now I'm glad. Can't explain it, but I just am. I know my Master loves me and will always take care of me. And there's something that's really turning me on—knowing that I'm someone who will be getting punished sometimes by my Dom."
Their chat continued in the same vein. By the time they finished, aaron had fallen asleep and somehow managed to wrap its arms around the Master's waist. Patrick had to admit it was indeed a beautiful sight.
He never did get to speak to aaron after that, but it wasn't important. Kent had helped Patrick realize that the most important thing a good Master has to do is to observe his slave. Observe everything about it, the parts of its personhood that few people ever pause long enough to consider.
Kent indicated that he wished to remain seated with his boi without waking it up. Patrick quietly thanked him for sharing his wisdom and then saw himself out.
When he got back home he saw that aleff had finally been allowed to shower. Tony was sitting on the bed with his legs extended. aleff was lying across his lap. Tony was methodically landing hard slaps on both cheeks of the boi's ass and he was groaning and trying to bury his face in the sheets to block his outcries.
Tony just kept spanking and occasionally just caressing the boi's cheeks as they got nice and red and the boy's face was red as well as it fought not to cry.
As he spanked the boi, Tony was speaking to him about what it took to become a true slave, about what it took to honor its Master and surrender even at times when it was difficult—especially at those times, because those are the times when a boi descends into its slave state the most.
Tony was completely naked and let Patrick know that his slave had serviced every inch of his hot body and sucked his cock maybe even twice. He also managed somehow to put small clips to the slave's nipples and encouraged it to ride the pain and convert it into a fierce desire to give as much pleasure to Tony's body as Tony was giving pain to him.
"I discovered something unexpected when your faggot was sucking my cock."
"What's that," asked Patrick.
"It responds well to light choking. Do some research about breath control when you get a chance, Patrick. it doesn't have to be rough. Just a little pressure to let the slave know that it's able to breathe only because the Master is allowing it. It really turned your boi on to be controlled that way. Surprised the hell out of me. That's rare with beginners, Patrick. You've got a fine specimen of submissive boihood here. Treasure it and it will continually surprise you with how much it wants to devote its life to you."
Tony stops spanking the boi. He commands it to kneel up, then takes the clips off the slave's nipples which causes it to cry out in pain. "Such pretty music you make, aleff," he says, further demeaning the boi.
"Now that you're home, Patrick, do you still wish to watch me shave the boi bare?"
Down to the dungeon they went. aleff was all spread out, hands bound over its head so Tony could get at his armpits. While he scraped the boi bare with his special razors, Tony kept talking.
"The next time you have this boi eat your ass, you're going to find his technique has improved. Had to teach it how to do it right," Tony reported.
"How'd you do that?" asked Patrick.
"the best way possible. I bent the boi over and ate his ass until he almost shot a load. Best way to teach. I did it to the slave myself so it knows exactly what feels good. Then I had it show me what it had learned. A+ as far as I'm concerned. Your boi is a quick study. Gotta give him that."
"Better you than me," says Patrick. "Never did it myself, and don't intend to."
"You'll never need to. If you find his technique slipping, a good sound session over your knees will help refresh the faggot's memory. Guaranteed every time. If there's a problem, give the faggot to me for a day and it will be completely reformed when I let it come crawling back to you covered with welts."
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