A Tale of Two Subs

Chapter 35. Scenes from "The Inferno" gentlemen's club.

Jonah and Patrick show their Dominion ID's to the person at the door. "These look brand new. I assume that means you've never been in the private Dominion room."

"I have, but my friend hasn't," says Jonah, referring to Patrick. No reference is made to the slaveboys. Their ID's weren't even needed since they were clearly connected to a Dominion Dom in good standing.

"then please have him check it out before anything else."

"Thanks for the suggestion. I'll bring him there first." The doorman stands aside. Patrick and Jonah enter, the slaves following them, again staying as close to them as possible, so the leash drags along the ground.

"Bois, pick up those leashes and hold them. Don't let them touch the dirty floor." Patrick, always concerned about hygiene, gives the order. There are already a good number of men there, standing around, roaming, chatting, pushing subs to their knees.

As usual, far more subs than Doms are hoping for some attention. A couple of them make themselves stand out, obnoxiously so. These are rarely ever summoned by a Dom. It's the quiet, shy subs who appear to be the most sought-after by the Doms who enjoy breaking in a sub's mind as well as its body.

In fact, Jonah sees his friend Zeke over in an alcove, a pale trembling boy kneeling before him, while Zeke is exploring the boy's mouth with three of his fingers. timmy is transfixed by the sight and gives off an audible sigh. Jonah looks to see what timmy just reacted to. . . . "Noted." he says to the slave who immediately regrets having been so obvious. Something new is being added to his Master's repertoire. Honestly, he can't wait. That looked so damn hot to timmy.

Jonah leads the parade around the side of the circular cavern-type room until he gets to a door which glows with purple light. PRIVATE is at the top of the door. Jonah taps his card to the reader at the side of the door and it opens allowing the four of them to enter an amazingly well-designed area providing a comfortable lounges and screens for viewing any part of the area as well as selected clips of bdsm actors, the finest bondage equipment found anywhere, several cages in an area marked "dormitory" just as at headquarters, and also three doors that look like the doors to solitary confinement cells. One of the has a red light indicating it's being used.

Patrick pulls aleff to him and says, "Sometime maybe I'll lock you in one of them while I go around and play. Would you like that?" aleff frantically shakes his head "no" and Patrick rubs his head on top of the boi's hood.

"See anyone you know?" he asks. "Not here, Sir, but in the outer room yes. The guy with his hand in the kid's mouth is one of them, and I think I saw a couple others but didn't have time to take a close enough look. Thank you again, Master, for the hood." Patrick pats his ass.

Jonah recognizes one of his friends there, apparently on his own. He walks over to him and they have a short quiet conversation. Jonah then hands the end of the leash to his friend and tells timmy, "I want him to have you for a while. Go. Be a good fag for him." then walks away before the slave even has time to answer. No answer is needed.

The man holding the leash leads timmy through another corridor lined with private rooms. This isn't the first time Jonah's ever given his slave over to someone, so timmy just follows along, eyes down, tasting that initial nervousness that always accompanies such a time.

"I'm gonna strip down and have you eat my bod a little. Then all I want is a blow job, boi. Take my clothes and lay them on the table as I take them off. And don't worry: I'm clean. Just showered here."

That puts timmy's mind at ease as the Dom immediately raises arms and says "Get in there. Let me feel your tongue on my pit hair, slaveboy. Start there." timmy doesn't hesitate. Jonah's really been helping him learn now to act when commands are given. Soon he has the Dom breathing heavily. "Oh yeah, faggot, eat me up."

We'll leave timmy to his chores for the moment.

In the outer room, aleff can finally tell Patrick that the fellow they were talking about is Zeke. Patrick chuckles. "I'll have to bring you over and stare right in his face later. Was he good to you?" "No, too rough for a beginner, Sir."

"You mean like me, boi?"

aleff giggles. "You're perfect for this beginner, Sir."

Patrick raises an eyebrow at him. "Maybe I'll give you to Zeke tonight. Then you can find out if you've toughened up enough for him."

"You own me, Sir. Do as you wish." A standard formula that aleff ends up using a lot lately. Usually when the slave says this it's because he really does want to get involved with the matter but doesn't want to ask for it outright. If he did ask like that, he'd probably be refused, maybe even spanked for asking.

"Let's try these," says Patrick, looking over nipple clamps laid out on a table. There's a sign that says "all have been cleaned and disinfected. Please return them to the tray on the right." Patrick selects a set of clamps that have a dial on them to increase the pressure. "Give me your nipples, faggot."

aleff sighs then presses his right nipple to Patrick who puts on the clamp at the lowest setting. "Just give you a chance to get used to the weight," he tells the slave. Then he attaches the other as aleff gives it to him. "Okay?"

"yes, Master."

"Well then let's see . . . . " he tightens them one click. aleff winces.

"Nah . . . you can take more. I want them sore." He clicks one more. aleff opens his mouth and breathes through it heavily as if he were trying to pronounce a word beginning with a hard h.

Patrick's eyes open wider as he hears aleff reacting. "Yes," he says, "just about right for now."

Patrick goes to the lounge area and makes the slave kneel, facing him. "I want to watch your body. Even though I can't see your face I can still see your reactions," he tells aleff. Two other Doms are there. One with a hooded slave bound with chains, the other on his own.

"My names Patrick," he tells the others. Marvin and Pat, Marvin with the slave who's standing at attention with the chains hanging down. Patrick looks him over and realizes that Marvin's slave really has to work to keep standing up straight. Those chains are not flimsy at all. They must be heavy.

He talks to aleff, whose concentration is focused on his nipples as the pain slowly increases. "The other slave over there is chained up and those chains look heavy. Meanwhile it has to stand up straight, and that must take effort. Gee, I'm getting so many new ideas tonight." aleff says nothing, ordered to silence before they got to the Club. Pat addresses Patrick. "Cute slaveboy you have there, Patrick."

"thanks, Sir. Only recently became legal. I had to enslave it for its own good. On its own, it just kept getting itself into awful situations. At least now I know that anything awful will be coming from me, not from some old fart perving on young flesh."

"I hear you," says Pat. "Me, I come a lot because it's a nice place to hang out in, no social pressure, and once in a while I connect with a sub for an hour or so. I'm sure a few more Doms will show up before the night is over. The place is always overloaded with sub wannabe's. Now we can have them thrown out if we catch them in their act. It's our call; the subs can't protest. This keeps most of them real careful and real honest. No one's going to kick a sub out for having high limits. It's the dishonesty that pisses us off."

Patrick is impressed with what Pat is telling him. A lot of thought has gone into making this place both safe and intelligently cautious. The culture at the club is most definitely ordered to keeping subs inferior right from the beginning. That's probably why so many subs like hanging out here. Even the Club management is ruling over them.

They hear the private door open again. Kent just walked in with aaron and immediately brightens up when he sees that Patrick and Jonah are both there, Patrick with a slave kneeling before him, Jonah on his own. He goes right over to them. "Hey, Patrick, Jonah. I'm so glad to see you both in the same place! This is like a reunion. I'm glad I decided to come tonight. Where's your boi, Jonah? Don't tell me he ran off already?" Jonah shakes his head. "I'm lending him to a friend right now. They should be done soon."

Let's peek in the room where timmy is being used by a Dom who hasn't even given him his name. The Dom is bending over on the bed and timmy's got his mouth at the Dom's asshole and is licking the Dom from his taint to his asshole, up and down. "that's right faggot. Lick me up like the pig you are." timmy's only recently been trained to service a man this way. Surprisingly enough, he finds he likes it, especially because he's often humiliated and shamed when he has to do it. Just like what he's being told now.

"Okay, fag. That's enough." The Dom flips over on his back. "Come on up, faggot. Show my cock what a good cocksucker you are. Get me wet. Work me slowly. All of it."

And timmy is coached how to suck the guy's cock the way he wants it. "that's right, slaveboy, suck it nicely, so I don't have to complain to your Master and have you whipped. I'd hate for that to happen. Swallow me, timmy. More eagerly."

timmy's got his work cut out for him, since this guy keeps complaining and making him do it another way. all part of the act, to be sure, but eventually the guy stops all the hot talk and just has the slave suck his dick. This is when it gets tedious. That's so often the most annoying problem for a slave—getting real bored after a while when it takes a Dom a long time to cum. Then blaming the slave as if it's the slave's fault it took so long. And that's a real act!

Fortunately, Jonah had made it a point to train the slave to serve well despite suffering boredom. One night, in fact, he had timmy suck and lick his feet for the entire length of a 90-minute movie that the slave could only hear and not view. Besides, after the first 30 minutes there were constantly tears in the slave's eyes more from exhaustion than from humiliation.

Anyway, the lesson was well earned and along the way timmy's been developing some techniques to get him through the boredom level. Meanwhile, timmy's brother aleff has tears in his eyes because Patrick has clicked the clamps tighter twice. He's just about getting to his limit. Patrick starts dialing them back, one click at a time, rather than inflicting the shock on the slave if they got taken off all at once. Finally they come off completely but of course, that doesn't stop the pain.

"That's a good pup. Feel the slow constant pain; suck it up, boi. Those nipples belong to me, not to you, slaveboy. Feel my name branded on them by that pain. I own every fucking inch of you, boi. . . . " He waits for a while until he can see that the worst of the pain has subsided.

"Stand up now. I want to display you outside so more guys can view you and realize you belong to me, boy."

They head out to the outer room. There's a good-sized crowd there now and a lot of action. Off to the side they hear the crack of a whip. Right away Patrick goes to observe. Some slave is getting whipped with a single-tail whip, upper back and ass. The slave begins to moan loudly as the lashes continue to mark its body with faint red lines.

A couple of the Doms say hello, but it isn't really normal for much chatting to go on in the main room. A couple slaves are being given orders, and one is getting its balls beaten with a ruler while it's bound to an x-cross. that guy can really howl.

aleff sees two guys standing together. He's served both of them on more than one occasion, and they kept telling him that one day they would spit-roast him. He tells Patrick about having subbed for them and now he's relieved they can't recognize him. "Is that so?" asks Patrick, getting a very naughty idea. "Let's see if they can tell it's you by toying with your body."

He walks right up to the two guys and introduces himself then pushes the slave to them and invites them to use their hands to explore any parts of its body they want to. Damn! They each go for a nipple right away. aleff gasps!

"Just had a session with some tight clamps," Patrick explains. "Real sensitive now. Enjoy the sounds it makes." One of the guys keeps at the boi's nipple while the other grabs the slave by the balls and pulls on them forcing the slave to stand on its toes for a bit. aleff closes his eyes and tries to ride the sensations, but the guy is really torturing a nipple and it's just too much.

aleff reaches out with a hand and taps his Master. Right away Patrick says, "Okay guys, that's all for now. I want to give the boi a break." They promise more contact at another time.

Patrick walks away a bit but then stops, leans against a wall, and takes aleff in his arms. Nothing needs to be said. aleff calms down almost instantly in Patrick's warm safe arms. He holds on tight. "You're doing real good, slaveboy. Take a little rest now." aleff sighs in his Master's arms. Every time Patrick takes care of him he falls even deeper in love with the man.

Kent comes over with aaron in tow. "You're a good man, Patrick, knowing when it's time to rest and when it's time to play. It's always good to see a talented Dom care for his property the right way. Me, I'm just getting started now. I know you've never been here before, but if you had, you probably would have seen this slut rushing around offering itself to ever man with a hungry look in his eyes. This is its debut tonight as an owned slave. So anyway, keep up the good work. It's men like you who help raise the standards around this community."

Kent goes and stands right in the center of the room and puts aaron in front of him after clipping the boi's hands behind its back. He puts both hands around aaron's neck. aaron knows what's coming next and mentally prepares himself as Kent tightens his hands just enough so the boi has to work hard to breathe. He keeps doing this, tightening and relaxing with no distinct rhythm so he can keep the kid guessing. What he's doing attracts attention.

Several men stand around watching what Kent's doing with his slave. aaron's closed his eyes now because he doesn't want to have to see the guys he's played with before.

Two of the men watching recognize the boi. "That's Barry!" once says to the other. Kent overhears it. "No, this isn't Barry. Barry is gone and will never be back. This here—he takes his hands off the kid's neck and aaron takes deep breaths—this here is my slave. Its name is aaron. I'm just teaching it that even the air it breathes is a gift from its Master.

Good training to help a slave develop the type of gratitude that all slaves should show their Masters." The men smile. One of them says "Congratulations. If you ever hear from Barry, tell him that I miss fucking his throat."

Kent isn't going to miss this opportunity. "Like I said, I don't think Barry will be back. Maybe you like to try out this slave's throat and see if it measures up to what that other fag was doing for you."

"Right here?"

"Sure." Kent pushes down on the slave's shoulders and it kneels obediently without having to be told. "have at it, friend." The guy takes out his hard cock and puts it at the slave's lips. Get my cock in your mouth, faggot. Let me fuck your throat. Show me how well you can take it." And with that he grabs the back of aaron's head and starts fucking his mouth and throat.

"No comparison, man," he says to Kent after a while as he holds still while the slave slobbers over his dick. "This faggot of yours is a much better cocksucker than Barry ever was. You've done a good job teaching it how to suck like the cock-hungry faggot it is."

"thanks. I never had sex with Barry so I have no basis for comparison. But I've been working hard with this boy, and I'm pleased so far with the progress it's making. Glad to hear you approve."

Needless to say, the other guy uses aaron as well. and offers similar praise for the progress the slave aaron is making. And, of course, they all realize that Barry and aaron inhabit the same body and the same throat! But damn! Kent has done wonders training the kid as his slave.

After the guys walk away Kent pulls the slave into a corner, sets its hands free and allows it to hug him and lay his head on his Master's chest. "You've done real good, boy. You've brought honor to your Master and played right into the game we were playing with no hesitation. I love that you're such a good actor. And I tell you what: tomorrow, beginning right in the morning, I'm going to spend the entire day treating you the way I used to treat my nephew whenever he got a good report card. Starting right with taking off your cage in the shower. Would you like that?

"You know it, Master. That will be awesome. First time for us!"

"I want to socialize on my own for a while. Come with me," says Kent as he walks to the corridor off the back of the main room where the solitary confinement cells are located. One is already being used; there's a small red light on the door. The other two are vacant.

Kent unlocks one of the doors. "Get on the ground and crawl in there. I'll come fetch you when it's time for us to go home." aaron looks up at his Master with fear in his eyes. Nonetheless he doesn't use a safe word. "Open your mouth," Kent orders. He forms a large glob of spit on his lips and lets loose so it all falls into the slave's waiting mouth. "Swallow my spit. It will give you strength." He stands over the slave lets more spit fall into its mouth.

"Go on. Crawl in there." aaron sighs a sigh of total submission and crawls into the empty cell. Kent shuts and locks the door. These cells are monitored with audio and visual surveillance. The man at the central control panels can see and hear and in case of emergency, can have the door open automatically. Then he goes to the office to let them know he's got his slave in cell number three. "Please unlock the door at any sign of panic." Always protecting the slave, even in the most difficult and humiliating circumstances. Even if it means the protection itself has to be humiliating.

After all, isn't all this precisely what the boi had begged for?

THAT'S THE END OF THIS CHAPTER.

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