Chapter 30. Piss.
This is where we left off . . .
"And that night, even though this boi Anthony loves so much is sleeping in his arms, he can't sleep. What is he going to do about this? What are they going to do about this? What's the right thing to do?"
aaron shivers a bit in his sleep so Anthony pulls more of the cover over him. Still the thoughts come, some unbidden. Why has Anthony done this? Why did he give in to his nephew's begging and agree to become his Master.
He even changed Barry's name to "aaron" so there's a chance he might become someone other than the boy Anthony had seen grow up all his life, a chance that he might become a simple bdsm slaveboy with no connections to the past. But was that possible?
Yeah, sure he'd thought about this from time to time, especially after that night when he discovered the boy hanging around a gay frat house pretending he was legal, giving himself to anyone who had a taste for a raw twink like him. Dammit! Anthony demanded the frat brothers meet with him after that night. He told them the boy's age and threatened to destroy them if any of them ever laid a finger on him.
At least he's legal now. `aaron' is his slave name. Anthony never liked the name "Barry." He knows the kid managed to find other places to cruise—parks and tea rooms and dark leather bars that didn't bother to check ID's.
He even followed the kid one night in a car he wouldn't recognize and found out the kid was giving middle-aged men blowjobs in their cars for fifty dollars a shot.
(AUTHOR'S REMINDER: There are no sti's in this universe.)
Anthony quickly put a stop to the kid's stint as a male prostitute. He threatened to tell his brother—Barry's father—what was going on if he didn't stop selling himself on the street. The two of them didn't talked for months after that until at last the kid came begging for forgiveness, promising to behave himself until he turned 18.
But of course, once the boy turned 18, the entreaties started up. He took aaron—then, Barry—out to dinner for his birthday to one of his favorite restaurants. They had a lovely time, talking about a family wedding coming up in a few months among other things. When it came time for dessert, the staff gathered around to sing a hokey version of "Happy Birthday" while placing a piece of chocolate mousse cake with a candle in it on the table in front of him.
After the staff went about their other duties, Anthony said, "So, you gonna make a wish and blow out that candle any time soon?" aaron giggled, closed his eyes, took a deep breath then opened his eyes and blew out the candle. Then he looked up with his most seductive face—the one he can always get his way with ever since he was a little boy—and asked his uncle, "Do you want to know what I wished for?"
"If you tell me it won't come true." Anthony deflects the question.
"You know what I want. No, it's more than that. You know what I need." he looks into Anthony's eyes with desperate pleading in his mind. "what I need, Sir. What I truly need."
"Not as long as your father is alive." Anthony is adamant.
Again aaron stirs in his sleep. He mumbles something which sounds to Anthony like "please." Nothing unusual about that. Goddamm shame it is, how needy the kid is, how relentless his search to find a Master to break him in. Two of Anthony's friends saw the kid at the "inferno" on 18+ nights and they both told him that the word's getting around about Barry that he's looking for a Dom to take control of him. Several guys are interested, it seems.
They told Anthony the kid was playing a dangerous game and the chicken hawks at the club were placing bets on who would finally take the kid home and "fuck him into the mattress and not stop no matter how much the faggot begged." A couple of them were even plotting to break him in right there at the club and then pass him around from one Top to another.
He remembers what his buddy Kyle told him one night when he was trying to convince Anthony to claim what was rightfully his: "you know, buddy, the best way you could ever love this boy would be to become his Master before he gets himself seriously hurt by some asshole who wouldn't give a shit about him. Think of it as protecting the kid, dude."
But. . . but . . . but what? He still has pictures on his phone of the kid from when he was a toddler, all the way through the years until now. How could he possibly consider doing any of the things Barry thinks he wants and needs?
And so he goes back and forth. Love? Protection? Incest—well no, not really--? Child-molester? Then he shuts himself up. Barry is not a child. aaron is a legal-aged potential submissive in search of someone who would . . . . Yeah, he just might have to take care of all that himself.
Finally his mind goes numb and he falls asleep. He wakes up to the smell of coffee. aaron is carrying a perfectly prepared mug of coffee to his Master. He looks so beautiful with his permanently unkempt hair spilling over his slave collar in the back and locked into chastity in the front. He is so graceful as he manages to kneel down at the side of the bed without spilling even a drop of coffee, then reaches out to offer the mug to the Master.
"You look tired, Sir. Didn't you sleep well?"
"not really. A lot on my mind," says Anthony then taking a sip. "Nothing for you to be concerned about. Why don't you be a good boy and go make breakfast for me. Scrambled with buttered toast, and you can fix up your gruel with anything you want to add. Go now, git, brat!"
aaron bows. He gets up and rushes off into the kitchen.
Anthony lays back a while longer trying to recall everything he did to the boi yesterday. Damn, what didn't he do? Punishment, lecturing, paddling, binding arms to legs then fucking him, and—oh shit---really getting carried away by pissing in the boi's mouth for the first time and making him hold it. Of course the boi ended up swallowing his first mouthful of his Master's piss. A prelude of things to come.
Really? He realizes that he's not really getting the kind of pleasure from all this very much. He's going through the motions. He's almost being compelled by a sense of duty—he is the one responsible for this boy's upbringing now that both parents are dead, and at the same time, he's the one responsible for turning this boy into the slave that he thinks he wants to be.
He's deliberately going rough on the kid to try to scare him away, but the novice slave takes everything he dishes out and comes back on his knees for more.
Maybe he should make an appointment with one of the advisors at Dominion. That might not be a bad idea. His bladder forces him to get out of bed. As he pisses, right away an image coming into his mind of himself pissing full out into the slave's mouth, some day fully trained that way and dammit! The thought is hot to him. Very hot. So hot that he stands there and jerks off right into the toilet trying to quiet down his libido.
He finishes up in the bathroom and sits at the kitchen table set for him. As he's drinking his juice, aaron places his plate of eggs and the toast in front of him. Then he gets down on the floor and crawls under the table to start licking the Master's feet as a way of communicating very clearly that even after everything that happened yesterday and last night, he worships his Master's feet like the good slave he is being trained to be, one that knows his place, one that loves being Anthony's slave.
As Anthony eats his breakfast, he decides that he should stop mind-fucking himself and just pay attention to what this very special young man is trying to tell him. As so often happens at times like this, the Master is the servant of the slave.
Maybe that's just the way it has to be. Maybe he should allow himself to enjoy himself as aaron's Master.
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Speaking of a Master enjoying himself, our friend Patrick is experiencing the awesome power he has over aleff. This slave's body bears the evidence of corporal punishment on its body, marks that Patrick put there simply because he decided it would do the boi some good. Ass cheeks still quite red and now striped by the lash of the cane. Marks from the cane in several other spots. The beatings had their desired effect: the slaveboy drink his piss. All of it.
He sits down across the room, getting ready to play with his "toy" some more. "Crawl over here, faggot and show my feet how grateful you to be my slave. Totally my slave. Show me you accept what I've done to you and what I'm making you do."
aleff's mind is blown. Finally. Patrick broke him. He did it. Gulped down Patrick's piss and after a while didn't even taste it much. Now he's the lowest. Lower than aaron even? Not sure. And so he finds himself down there sucking on the toes of this awesome man to thank him for the abuse he's received all day. Nothing could be better for a boi like him with his weird kinks and desires. To be Patrick's slave. Patrick! Patrick is more family to him than all the families he had to live with growing up, shipped off here and there, some good, some awful.
Better to be here sucking Patrick's toes after drinking down his piss than to have to bend over and get fucked by that one bastard and his sleazy son day after day until he got transferred, never knowing what would come next. Sometimes it was a question of going from the frying pan into the fire. There's a big difference between getting brutally thrashed by an angry foster parent who saw him as nothing more than a source of income and what Patrick's been doing to him.
Patrick loves him. Patrick is giving him what he needs. Patrick watches carefully so he doesn't get carried away and go to far. And tonight? Patrick made him into . . . what? Patrick did this. Patrick broke him. Patrick owns him for good.
Patrick is the one who got him an ambulance after some Dom beat him up too cruelly, but now Patrick can hit him anytime he wants and aleff will take it gratefully because when it comes from Patrick it really means something special. He can't wait for others to see what it's like when Patrick brings him to that club.
"I'm going to lock you up tonight. If I could afford it, I would buy a cage to keep you in sometimes, something that wouldn't let you stretch out. I'd lock you in it and piss in your water bottle so you could suck it down from the nozzle in the cage. Think about that. Anthony has one—maybe you noticed it when we were down there."
"Tonight I'm gonna just lock you in the little bathroom off the garage, the one where workmen go to piss and wash their hands. You're just a slave now. Your Master is putting you away tonight after getting what he wanted from you. I'm still breaking you in, aleff, still getting it into your head that now you've lost all your freedom. "
And so Patrick leads him to this utility bathroom that is really very small. It's going to be torture trying to find a way he can sleep in there tonight. Best he sleeps sitting up with his back against the wall and his knees bent. But that's not Patrick's concern. Patrick just had a new lock put on that door and he alone has the combination. Before he shuts the door locking his slave in, Patrick orders it to look up at him, then spits in its face and says goodnight. He shuts the door as noisily as possible and then locks it up. All through this aleff said absolutely nothing. It's been an exhausting day.
aleff takes stock of his condition. Not the physical circumstances of being cramped, sore from beatings, belly full of another man's piss, and so broken that he willingly accepts all these things because that's what happens to natural born slaves like him. This is his place in life. He's way down on the scale compared to most other guys his age. And no? A kinky form of solitary confinement even if only for one night. It brings back an old memory.
He was sent to a house where there were twin brothers two years older than him. The twins' Dad had built them a tree house. Anyway, one night the three of them were up in the treehouse and the twins made him strip naked and both started beating him with a switch they cut from the yard until he started to cry.
Then they told him he had to spend the night there alone. They went down the ladder then removed it from the tree house so he was trapped. At first he was crying and crying, but eventually a sort of weird thrill went through him that those two good-looking boys had smacked him around and now he was their prisoner and the sore spots on his body were proof that he was their slave.
And here he is now, some years later, a real slave who got punished and humiliated today in ways that most guys would say was disgusting and now he's locked in a tiny cell until the Master, the one who has total control over him, decides to let him out. He wonders if he's going to have to drink Patrick's piss in the morning? He wonders if Patrick will ever be affectionate with him again after what he'd done today.
Meanwhile, back in the house, Patrick gives Jonah a call, just to chat for a while.
"Hey, Jonah, how it's going?"
"Very good. Just a quiet night at home. timmy's brother Paul is visiting and I gave the boy permission to go out with him tonight. Paul is straight so he won't be getting into any mischief . . .I think."
"You think?"
"Well Paul told me he wouldn't pimp out his brother, at least not tonight. He's completely cool. He knows timmy is living as my slave."
"Wow! Would you really allow the boy to be pimped out like that?"
"I've done it myself a couple times, but it was always to guys I knew and trusted. So anyway--what's happening? Did you call about something specific?"
"Jonah, I'm just really high from how much power I have over this boy. Tonight I took a big step. I'm glad I did."
"What happened?"
"I was just planning to make the slave have its first mouthful of my piss then to swallow it on demand. that's all I was aiming for."
"So what happened?"
"I keep looking into the boy's eyes and when he swallowed, even though he made a face because of the taste, he kept his eyes on me. I gave him a second one. Then a third. He kept responding and looking almost as if he wanted to go all the way."
"That's good, Patrick, that you were able to focus on his reactions. Always important."
"So then I just told him to open his mouth and drink it all or let it fall over his body."
"Good to make the slave have to make a choice whether or not to surrender totally to you."
"Well, then, the way you put it, he ended up choosing to serve me as my urinal. Took all of it. I could even hear the faggot gulp."
"Fucking fantastic! Congratulations, Patrick. That's quite an accomplishment. Makes me remember when I first broke timmy in. It's a special time, when you're able to unload all of yourself into your slave's body. So when will it happen again? Are you going to make this a daily thing? For me, every day my slave drinks at least one full load—just to help it remember that it's still my slave."
"I'm not sure yet."
"Well a piece of advice, Patrick: don't discuss it with him at all unless he insists he has to. Don't make anything special out of it. It's just a simple thing now: your slave is your urinal whenever you want it to happen. Just an ordinary part of its life now."
"Why do you advise that, Jonah?"
"You're in control. You've broken this slave. You use it when you want to. The less attention to it you give, the more humiliating it is for the slave to realize that it's just expected to serve you this way whenever you want. No big deal. That mouth is there for the Master to use as he sees fit."
"fucking hot, Jonah. Thanks so much for the encouragement and advice. I'm glad I called."
"My pleasure, Patrick. Keep up the good work. Call anytime. And let's get together soon. Maybe go to the Club together with the bois."
"I've never been there before," says Patrick.
"It will do you some good. Maybe tomorrow night? Come over here first. We'll split a pizza and I'll have something special for them to eat from bowls on the floor. You do that, right?"
"Oh yes. that would be hot—watching to two of them feeding like puppies." They make it a date. Tomorrow night. And that takes care of that.
THAT'S THE END OF THIS CHAPTER.
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