A Tale of Two Subs

Chapter 23 Good Morning?

The next morning aleff is still sleeping when Patrick wakes up. He was going to make the boi clean up his groin the way it did the last time, but he gets a better idea—yet another way he can help aleff realize that he's now the boi's Master, the true Master, the one who puts an end to the faggot's never-ending search for the perfect Master. Patrick has become that man. aleff has no idea what it's in for.

Patrick quietly slips out of bed, uses the bathroom and takes his shower before returning to the bedroom where the slave is still blissfully asleep. Not for much longer. Patrick gets out the long red whip Kent had given him that he's been saving for a special occasion. Kent told Patrick what he was planning to do to aaron; he decided he was going to do the same thing.

This whip stings like the dickens but rarely ever marks the flesh, so it's perfect for time when they want to beat their slaves without doing any damage or leaving any evidence. He goes to the bed, takes a moment to gaze on the beauty of the snoozing boi's face, then quickly pulls back the covers and begins lashing the boi with the red whip.

aleff quickly wakes up, trying to figure out what's happening. Patrick keeps lashing the boi and aleff writhes on the bed trying to escape the lash until finally the slave falls off the bed and onto the floor and lies there in fetal position hoping Patrick is finished whipping him. "This is how I'm going to wake you up in the morning if you're still asleep when I get up. I figure that sooner or later you'll train yourself to wake up before your Master. That would be wise, boi. Now crawl inside and get into the tub. Squat and piss then stay down there."

Patrick follows and stands at the side of the tub, his cock semi-hard and ready for his own morning piss. He holds his cock in his hand. "Look up at your Master, slave. Watch the piss as it flows from your Master's dick." He starts the flow but then squeezes his cock to stop it. "I bet you're dying to find out what my morning piss tastes like, aren't you, faggot? Answer me, boi!"

"Please, Master, please train your slave the way you want it to please you."

"Open your mouth. Do not close your mouth. I'm going to piss into your open mouth. Do not swallow any of it. Just let it fill your mouth and then spill out until I tell you to stop." Patrick releases his flow again and aims it into the slave's open mouth. He keeps on doing this until he knows there is only a little more remaining in his bladder. "how's that taste, faggot?"

"am I allowed to say it tastes unpleasant, Master. Or must I pretend I like it?"

Patrick reaches down and slams his open hand against the side of the slave's face. "Don't be a smart aleck or your ass will be as red as the ass I saw yesterday. I just want you to tell me the truth. If it tastes unpleasant, just say so. I know morning piss is a lot stronger than at other times. So how does it taste, slave?"

"Unpleasant, Master."

"Ain't that a shame. I've got just about enough left to fill your mouth once. This time I want you to close your mouth after I fill it. Do not swallow. Just hold my piss in your mouth and learn what it tastes like. Open now."

aleff opens his mouth and just as he said, Patrick shoots the rest of his piss on the slave' mouth. aleff closes his mouth and Patrick can see from the look on its face that it's not very pleasant. "Slosh it around in your mouth, faggot. Look at how low you are, practically gargling my piss. Memorize the taste, faggot."

Patrick stands and watches the misery on the slave's face. "Okay, open your mouth and let it fall out of your mouth. Do not spit it out of your mouth; just let it fall out by gravity. Lower your head so you can get as much of it out of your mouth as possible." Patrick watches it happen. "Now close your mouth, faggot, and keep it closed." Patrick knows that there's still some of in the slave's mouth which didn't naturally fall out. So much the better.

"There. This was a good first lesson for you, aleff. `Toilet Training 101.'"

Patrick chuckles at his own cleverness. Slaves like you must serve as their Masters's urinals. Part of every true sub's destiny. Not something up for debate for faggots like you. Not anymore. A cage, a collar, and toilet training: basic staples of a slave's life. Of my slave's life. Okay. Now take a shower then you can brush your teeth. Then crawl to me and I'll get you dressed the way I want you. Then we've got to get going. I'm bringing you to the county registry. I want your legal ID changed to the name I gave you. Then we can take care of your driver's license in the same building and also have your car registration signed over to me."

"After that we'll go to the bank so you can sign over your accounts as well. I want you penniless and totally dependent on me for every single thing."

"After that I'm taking you to the Dominion* office to find out what it will take to get your officially registered as an owned slave. I know you don't know anything about the Dominion. Don't worry about it. I don't know much either. My friend Kent just told me about it. This will simply be to get some basic information."

(*The organization known as The Dom's Dominion will be the subject of another story.)

Patrick leaves the bathroom. As aleff takes his shower he lets the water flow down his face and wash away his tears as he allows himself to feel sorry for himself despite the fact that he knows he needs a Master to take control of life. The reality is overwhelming. Patrick is taking this far more seriously than he ever suspected. He just tasted Patrick's horrible morning piss and aleff knows where this is heading. Soon he'll be drinking it.

Patrick has renamed him, given him a unique name that Doms will recognize as a made-up name for a slave. Today the he'll be stripped of his legal identity. Oh well, he thinks, the old identity wasn't all that kind to him. At least now he'll have a new beginning. At least now he'll be the slave he was born to be.

At last now he'll owned by a Master who is perfectly comfortable and competent to be taking over his life and remaking his very being. Not only that, but aleff feels safer as Patricks's slave than he ever could be as an ordinary free person. It he's going to live as a bdsm slave, this is the very best option he would ever find.

So why the tears? They're tears of surrender. The tears come from deep within the boi's psyche as he weeps away the past. He weeps for all the parts of his life he has to grieve now. He weeps because he realizes that he will always be corrected and controlled by punishment. He weeps because he's been denied any kind of affection since he was first awakened this morning with the sting of the Master's whip. No good morning kiss. NO hugs. No sweetness. He weeps because he's afraid that Patrick's former sweet ways will no longer be part of his life. He misses that Patrick, the one who held him after Duke had been brutal. The one who very gently got him to lick the shower water from his feet the very first time.

He finishes his shower, dries himself off, brushes his teeth and uses mouthwash to get rid of the awful taste in his mouth. He crawls to his Master and kisses his feet. "Stay down there for a little bit until you feel grounded again, aleff. I've given you a lot to deal with. Service my feet so you can remember why all this is happening." Patrick knows the effect this action has on the boi. He knows how much it helps.

Finally aleff takes his mouth from his Master's feet and looks up at him. "thank you, Master. Thank you for taking ownership of me. Thank you for everything you're planning today." aleff isn't just saying this because it's expected of him. He's saying it because he means it. His gratitude for Patrick is coming from deep within his slave's heart

Patrick is satisfied now. He reaches down and takes the slave up off the floor and back into his arms. He rubs the slave's back and kisses his minty mouth. It feels like old times now. aleff remembers those first encounters with Patrick. He remembers his kindness, his affection, his gentle manner. Again he weeps tears of relief.

"Why the tears, baby?" asks Patrick. "I was afraid you'd never be nice to me again, that I don't deserve any tenderness, that you were going to take all of that away from me."

"What a silly boi you are, aleff! Don't you realize that it's all wrapped up together, the tenderness and the severity? That one cannot exist without the other? Kisses, hugs, humiliation and pain---all parts of my slave's life. It will always give me pleasure to give these things to you, baby. It will always give me pleasure to know that I am the one who determines what it takes to keep you as my possession, my property, my faggot slave, my sweetheart?"

The more Patrick speaks, the more the slave breaks into sobs. Patrick waits until the slave has emptied all of itself out, then tells it stand with its hands behind its head. He takes several pictures of the boi's body.

(***A picture of the slave is now available to anyone who asks for one.)

He hands aleff a black jockstrap. "Put this on." Then a pair of black gym shorts. A blue tank-top is next. "I'm having you wear this so it'll be easy for you to show your shaved armpits to others who might want to see evidence that you've been shaved."

Patrick then takes a dog's chain collar and makes aleff kneel. He gently puts it around the slave's neck and pulls one end it so it fits snugly, then locks it with a bicycle lock which hangs down over the boi's chest. aleff stirs a bit because it's cold. "This is a temporary collar until I'm able to get something more permanent. I want you to get used to having something around your neck."

A pair of flip-flops completes the picture. "Let's go," says Patrick, taking a short leather strap with him as they leave the house. aleff is embarrassed to be seen with his neck locked into a chain—just one of a number of signs that he's not an ordinary free man but rather an owned boi. Before he gets into the car Patrick takes the strap and lashes the boi across its backside as he opens the car door.

"Get in," he orders and aleff hurries in hoping to avoid another lash with that strap.

As they're driving away from the house, Patrick says, "open the glove compartment, aleff. There's something black in there. Take it out." He reaches in and his eyes open wide as he realizes what it is: a black silicone dildo shaped like a cut cock, about seven inches long. "Put in your mouth. Salivate and get it wet."

aleff obeys and Patrick reaches out to toy with his scalp as a way of rewarding his obedience. "I put that in there so you can practice cocksucking while we're driving anywhere. No use wasting all this time. Use that to train yourself. Take it in as far as it will go and hold it there for a while," he coaches the boi then looks out the side of his eye to watch the slaveboi fuck its mouth with the black cock.

"Good boy. So now go up and down on it like you do on my cock so nicely." Patrick's kind voice soothes aleff's nervousness. He thinks this is confusing, Patrick being sweet on the one hand and subjugating him on the other. He works the cock the way Patrick told him to do. He can only take about half of it into his mouth. "That's fine, slaveboy, just keep working that. Try to cover the side of it with your hand so other drivers don't see what's going on."

Patrick is pleased he thought of this. He really doesn't want to have to train the slave's throat himself, so he decided he'd just have the slave do it as he coaches it. He tells aleff to go down as far as he can then just hold it there for a while. A little while later Patrick tells the slave, "I bet that if you open the back of your throat, you can create some space back there and you'll be able to shove the cock a bit farther into your mouth. Try it, cocksucker"

aleff does it and manages to take in more of the cock but the boi's right on the verge of choking.

"That's good, aleff. Hold it that far in but don't make yourself choke on it. Not yet." And with that they pull into the parking lot of an official-looking building. "Take it out, wipe it dry on your pants, and put it away for now." aleff does so, wiping the dildo try between his legs.

Patrick gets out of the car taking a portfolio with him along with the strap. When aleff gets out of the car and sees it in Patrick's hand he forgets himself and actually whines. "Oh, damn, you're not going to be carrying that around with you in here, are you? People will know . . " Patrick cuts him off.

"I want people to know. Besides the only people who will draw the right conclusion will be people who either like to do this kind of stuff or wish they had a slave of their own. The right people will know you're my slave and that I won't hesitate to use it on you while we're in the building. Now face the car and stick out your ass, brat!"

Sighing, the boi presents its ass. Patrick looks around. No one is in the area, so he quickly pulls down the back of aleff's shorts and gives him three good whacks with the strap. aleff whines a high note.

"Let that pain remind you what you are. Do not hesitate to obey me immediately when I tell you to do something or I'll flog your ass until it's bloody and let everyone watch me and hear you crying. Don't test me on this, boi."

aleff has come to understand that whenever Patrick says "don't test me" the he's dead serious and in the mood to totally humiliate him if he does. So he says nothing and tries to follow Patrick into the building but Patrick stops. "Walk on my right side because that's the hand I have the strap in. Keep up."

Soon they're into the ID Registry office. Patrick goes to a tall table and takes out aleff's embossed Identity card with a picture of him probably as a teenager. His name on the card is Desmond Christopher Gaines. He holds the card out, noting that his home address is the Social Service Children's Division office. It's a hold-over from when aleff was a foster child in the system. That all ended on his 18th birthday. Being owned by Patrick is the first time it's had a sure home since it was 8 years old and its parents were killed in a car accident. He barely remembers them.

"Hand your old ID to the lady. Tell her you now have a permanent home and want to disassociate yourself from your old identity. Ask to have your name changed to "aleff christopher barnes." Ask her not to use any capital letters in the name if possible."

aleff finds that this makes him so happy that he doesn't notice the pain from the spanking at all. He knows he was identified as an orphan on his card. That's all he's ever been for as long as he can remember. What his Master is making him do right now puts an end to all that. His account at SSCD will be terminated.

Patrick is giving him his own surname indicating that for the first time in his life he has a home and a family and this will not be yanked out from under him like it had happened so many times in the past when he was being moved from on foster situation to another, sometimes from bad to worse. He remembers the miserable placements more than the few which were benign. But all that is over now!

The line is long and he starts to fidget a bit until he hears a familiar voice clearing he throat in warning to he stops moving around and focuses on standing still. "Goddamn," he thinks to himself, "he even controls me here. Always controls me. I need this." Is he beginning to doubt it? He looks at the card he's holding again. No doubt at all.

Every time Patrick decides to make a new rule, control, or restrict his life more is like pounding a nail into his soul, releasing submissive chemicals through his body, a masochistic mutation of endorphins we've come to understand. He hears Patrick get up but doesn't turn around to watch.

As it turns out, Patrick realizes he forgot to give aleff his address. He gets a note card from the work table and fills in his address. When he hands it to aleff, now second in line, he whispers to him, "Say you've been at this address for nine months now. It's not wise to let them know how new this is. They'll suspect it's being done on impulse. But there's no impulse here."

aleff nods his head as he moves to the head of the line, once again marveling at how good Patrick is at being in charge.

It's his turn. The lady looks nice, reminding me of one foster mother he had who was really kind to him. A good sign. He hands her the things he has and explains what he needs. She says she's happy for him that at last he's found a family that's so serious about this that they're giving him their surname, making him really a member of the family. "You have no idea what it feels like," he says to her, smiling and looking into her eyes. "How long have you been with the Barnes family?" she asks and aleff quickly blurts out, "nine months." She finishes entering all the information into her system, and has him pose for a picture.

"Are you sure you want to be photographed with the chain you're wearing as part of a costume?" she asks. "Yes, Ma'am, please. The reason I'm wearing it for the picture is that it's something that has a lot of symbolism for me, almost a part of me."

It should be noted that aleff is no slouch when it comes to being able to say the absolute truth to people who automatically think of it some other kind of truth. Of course, for aleff, the collar is a symbol of the fact that he's an owned slave, even more than a member of the family. The family of 2.

The picture comes out good. "Now just wait a bit, honey. The card should be ready soon. They'll call your name. Your new name." aleff thanks her for her kindness and goes off to the side. There are no empty seats in the room. A lot of people are putting through name changes since the law permitting it was just passed last month.

The old and new names are both associated with a government id number but there will not be any reason for this to be investigated, or so he hopes. He just leans up against a wall. Again Patrick clears his throat. aleff stands away from the wall and stops leaning on it. Controlled again!

It's all worth it when he hears someone call his name, "Aleff?" "Aleff Barnes?" He goes to get his new identity card. As he walks over to Patrick, Patrick is transfixed by the beauty of this boi's face when he's smiling like that. What a treasure it is, owning this boi as his slave. And soon that will be made "official" as well. But first this had to be done. Next, changing the drivers license.

This chapter has already gotten too long and I have a lot to say about what's happening to aaron as well, so I've decided to end the chapter here and pick up with aaron's story in the next chapter. If you only want to follow along with what's going on between Patrick and aleff, just jump to chapter 25.

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