Chapter 39. Subjugation 101
larry was working as an intern in a law firm before beginning Law School. He rented a room from an older gay couple he had met once night at a party celebrating a friend's graduation. At the time he was still living at home and the situation was becoming more and more tense because his parents kept wanting to know why he had never had a girlfriend. He had a bit too much to drink one night at a gay bar and ended up sitting in a corner with this guy named Avery and pouring out his heart about his miserable life then fell into Avery's arms crying his drunk heart out. Heinrich came over, not too pleased that his husband had some weeping twink in his arms until he found out what was going on.
larry became inconsolable despite their best efforts. Heinrich had a much more authoritarian manner than his husband and simply informed the sobbing child that they would not allow it to drive and that they would bring the boy home to spend the rest of the night with them. There was something about Heinrich that stimulated larry's submissiveness and so he put up no fuss when they took him from the party, drove him back to their place with the boy sitting in Heinrich's lap. Heinrich began to explore the boy's body a bit and larry just let himself go limp, resisting nothing. When they got the boy home, they smoked a joint with him and both began stripping him. "You will be a good boy while we use you to please us, now, larry." Heinrich whispered into his ear and then bit his neck in a way that let the boy know what the score was. "Yes, Sir, please take what you want," the boy said, and so they spit-roasted him before putting him to sleep between them in their big comfortable bed.
The next morning, after showering, Avery and Heinrich each took their pleasure from the hungover sub again before allowing it to shower. They served the boy a wonderful breakfast and questioned him more deeply about his life, his ambitions, his situation with his parents, and then also rather bluntly about his submissiveness. Avery took over explaining things lest his husband overwhelmed the very embarrassed twink. "There are many boys (they both kept insisting on calling larry "boy") like you who discover that they are meant to serve and obey more aggressive men both in and out of the bedroom.
In fact," he said, "I'd bet you're already finding that you enjoy being at the beck and call of the lawyers in the firm where you're working." larry cannot deny this. Heinrich picks up the indoctrination: "I bet you really enjoy pleasing one or two of the men you serve more than all the others." Larry nods. "You see, boy, some people are put together in such a way that they naturally take charge and that they have this ability to inspire the obedience—and submissiveness—of boys like you. We often call men like that `Alphas.' When an Alpha dominates a boy sexually, he's considered to be a Dom."
"So why are you telling me this?" larry asks. "Are you suggesting that you want me to, um, let you have me be a sub for you?
"Not entirely," Avery states. "Not on a regular basis, but I think perhaps we can make you an offer that might help solve your problem with your family. We have a lovely guestroom with private bath in our finished basement. It even has a private entrance. We would be happy to have you move in there." Heinrich takes over. "Of course, you will have to pay rent, but we'll keep that minimal—say, ten dollars a week."
"That's very generous of you. I'd be a fool to refuse it, Sir," says larry.
"It is good for you to call us each `Sir', boy. It will help you realize that you are sub to us."
Avery's turn: "We are not really interested in much of the Dom/sub scene ourselves, but the way you've been responding to us it's clear to me at least that Heinrich is very much the Alpha to you."
"So as part of the package," takes up Heinrich, "from time to time, let's agree to no more than once a week, you'll come upstairs and offer yourself to us so we can use you the same way we did last night and this morning."
"If you need time to think about this," says Avery, always the gentler one, "take all the time you need. Our offer will stay open indefinitely. We really have no desire to bring a stranger into our home, but for you, considering what a good boy you've been, we'll gladly make an exception. This way we all win. You can move away from your parents. You'll have a nice inexpensive place to live, and at the same time you'll get some valuable experience as a sub serving two men you've enjoyed subbing for."
"A win-win-win situation for a sub slut such as you. And us, of course, because we have both enjoyed using you the way we have last night and this morning," concludes Heinrich.
Avery tells larry they'll be happy to answer any questions he might have.
"So you say you'd want me only once a week?" "Correct."
"And the rest of the time I can come and go as I please?"
"Correct. The apartment is private. You'll have your own entrance. We will not check up on you."
"Do you realize that this whole Dom/sub thing, as you said, is something I intend to get more involved in. What if I want to invite someone to my apartment to experiment with me?"
"We'll have to discuss that a bit more. However, if I could make a suggestion, it would be better for you to explore the scene in public clubs like the "Inferno" because it's much safer than getting yourself alone somewhere with a man you barely know."
"You mean like I did last night, letting two men I didn't know kidnap me, bring me to their den and have their perverted way with innocent little me?"
Heinrich laughs. "Careful, boy. Your sarcasm might earn you a spanking, if that turns out to be your thing."
"Um . . . . not so sure . . . "
Avery chuckles. "Not important, boy. You know what we want from you. That's the total extent of what we'll do with you. The rest you can experience somewhere else."
larry tells them he never heard of the "Inferno" before, so they fill him in and Heinrich even offers to bring him to the place the first time. That is what happens.
So anyway, that's how larry the new sub found a nice place to live and earned it partly by serving two very nice men once in a while. Heinrich did offer to bring larry to the Club for the first time but larry felt confident enough (and eager enough) to go on his own. And that brings us up to the sub's first night at the Inferno and his initiation into doing something that few other subs would ever want to do. Needless to say, there would be much more to learn as time went on.
larry did take his new landlords' advice and confine his activity to the Inferno for quite a while. The arrangement he made with Avery and Heinrich had only one drawback, as far as he was concerned: the guys would only use him like the whore he was becoming once a week. He would have liked having it more often, but Avery and Heinrich set the limit for their own reasons.
As we can see, however, not only did larry discover he was meant to be a public urinal for groups of Doms; he always discovered he was a totally insatiable submissive slut. Eventually he did end up over some Dom's knees one night when he was in a sullen mood and the Dom called him out on it and told him that a good spanking would help.
It did.
. . .
Kent woke aaron up the next morning with a good solid slap to the boi's ass. "On the floor, boi. Crawl into the bathroom and kneel in the tub." It might seem unlikely, but the minute aaron heard Kent's voice he responded by slipping right into sub space and slid right off the bed and onto the floor. Like a whipped pup he made his way into the bathroom, crawling with his belly almost on the ground. He climbed over the side of the tub and got right down there, legs spread, head and eyes down. "I love being like this," he said to himself.
Kent came in, himself naked. He held his puffy big cock in one hand. He aimed a solid stream of foul-smelling piss at the hair of the slave's bowed head and saturated it. "Close your eyes and raise your head." He watched the piss begin to drain from the slave's head, dripping down onto its face, shoulders and back. "Think of this, aaron: you're wearing my piss because that is what you're here for. That is how much of a pig you are. That is how much power I have over you."
He waits and watches and he senses that the slave has let go so much that all the muscles in its body have slumped and it absorbs the shame into its soul. After a while, Kent leans over the slave's body. He takes the slave's piss-wet hair in his hands and wrings out the ends letting more of his piss drip over the slave's caged groin. Then he takes his wet hands and holds the boi's face in them, moistening its cheeks.
"Just a tiny taste for now," he tells the slave right before he forces his wet thumb into the slave's mouth. "Suck it clean," he orders. aaron obeys then grimaces as the foul taste. "Morning piss is the worst," kent says. "The next time you ever pull an attitude with me or my friends, you'll get a mouthful of it and hold it in your mouth until I tell you to swallow it." Kent, of course, knows how to use the threat of punishment as a way of training a slave's mind as well as its body.
aaron gets fearful. He knows that sometimes he trouble controlling his thoughts and attitudes. He knows that a lot is involuntary—but yet, his Master has let him know that it won't matter, that he'll be punished regardless. aaron realizes yet again something about what it means to be the slave of a Master as diabolically wise when itcomes to controlling his slaves. He couldn't help wondering if his Master had done things like this to subs when he wasn't hanging around. "Shit! He gave up so much for me and I didn't even realize it. I owe him so much. How can I ever resist what he wants to do with me, how he wants to rule my life?"
The warm water begins to flow down upon him. Kent washes his hair with lavender soap, scrubbing the top of his head roughly enough to hurt. He throws a rough wash cloth to the slave. "Scrub yourself raw with this. Armpits, nipples, sides, groin, balls. Get on all fours, reach back and scrub your crack and asshole—make sure you can really feel the scratch of the washcloth."
Once Kent is satisfied—and keep in mind that the slave is highly motivated at this moment to obey the Master like the grateful dependent he is—he steps into the tub and showers himself, letting the soapy water fall over the slave's body after it has washed his own body. He reaches out and closes the drain and the tub slowly starts filling up with the water that just washed his body. When the tub is about one foot full, he steps out of the tub and turns off the water. "Roll around in my dirty water. Wash yourself with it. Wash everywhere including your face."
Exquisitely demeaning humiliation that aaron feels acutely. Kent has conquered him.
Finally Kent opens the drain again. When the water is all gone Kent throws his used bath towel to the slave. "Dry yourself then crawl inside to my feet and start licking the clean bathwater off them."
About a half hour later aaron rings the bell to let the Master know that breakfast is ready. Blueberry pancakes, butter and syrup for the Master, a bowl of slave gruel sitting on the counter cooling off. When Kent comes in, he adds a special powder into the gruel then mixes in half&half, cinnamon and sugar then lays the bowl down on the floor for the slave to eat from. Kent was obviously pleased by the slave's behavior in the bathroom and doctors up the gruel as a special treat. It also means that the training will get particularly demanding today.
Kent puts small clamps on the slave's nipples even before he leaves so it can clean the kitchen from breakfast. Once in a while aaron has to stop working and just stand still, trying to lessen the pain by sucking it up. Of course, that never works. The slave starts working faster because those clips will only be removed when the kitchen is perfectly clean again. Kent has found a way to "crack the whip" over the slave, getting it to work harder, without the Master ever having to exert himself at all. Quite effective.
aaron crawls from the kitchen to the Master's feet and looks up at him, the beginning of tears in his eyes, begging without using any words. Kent actually smiles at him as he reaches down to remove the little clips. aaron cries out twice and then relaxes as the pain spikes then begins fading away.
The doorbell rings. "that's my friend Nicolas coming to fetch you. You'll clean his apartment today, top to bottom. Get my short strap and hold it in your teeth and crawl to the door and open it. Follow Nicolas to his car and do whatever he tells you to do. I'll come by this afternoon to check your work. If I'm not pleased, I'll beat your chest with that strap. Before I bring you back here I'm going to let Nicolas watch me fuck you. Then I'll bring you back here and you better clinch your ass tight so my cum doesn't leak out of your butthole and get my car dirty."
Nicolas, you see, is one of the Masters Kent promised the slave to as a houseboy. The first of three. He is the one who was referred to as Master Whip. The apartment is a mess and aaron has never served as a houseboy before, so a lot of direction and several swats of that strap were necessary to help the slave learn how to clean a Master's home.
Later that afternoon, when Kent arrives, the slave is still on its hands and knees scrubbing the kitchen floor—the only proper way for a slave to clean kitchen floors, and bathrooms as well. Nicolas offers Kent a beer. They sit and chat while Kent waits for aaron to finish what Nicolas ordered him to do.
"I was really surprised," Nicolas tells Kent. "The boi takes instruction well. After all, the kid isn't stupid, and it was obvious that he's had some experience cleaning up after you all these years. I only had to whup it three times but that was just for it losing its concentration."
"So this is a good idea, do you think, to offer the slave's services to others this way?"
"Absolutely. Not only does it give the slave something to do that isn't terribly demanding—after all, lots of people do this kind of work as a way to earn their livings. Besides, that, it also keeps the slave servile and submissive outside the bedroom since it has no choice whom it must serve this way. At least until you find something ever better for it to do. What about when school starts this fall though? He'll be starting college, right?"
"No. He won't be. Not this year anyway. I don't want the boi distracted. I want it to live the life of a slave 24/7. Next year I'll decide about college."
"Anthony, you can't just starve the boi's intelligence. That would be as bad as amputating part of its body."
"I'm well aware of that, Nicolas. One can exercise one's intelligence without going to college. All I'm doing is diverting it in another direction. aaron is very introspective and I know he'll be constantly reflecting on what it means to be my slave. I don't want to turn him into some brute which obeys my wishes like an automaton. I want him to be conscious, aware that he is a slave and always will be a slave and what that means here and now. I know him well. I know he'll be reflecting on that when he cleans toilets or scrubs floor, when he washes a Master's clothes, when he sucks cock and when he drinks what a Master spits into his open mouth. All of it. Everything that happens will keep help him realize that hs no longer an ordinary free man."
"Wow, Anthony, you're quite the philosopher!"
aaron has finished scrubbing the kitchen floor and is kneeling at the doorway. Anthony goes to inspect it and he approves. "Good boy," he says, ruffling the slave's hair. "Now stand up and bend over the end of that sofa so Master Nicolas can watch me fuck you. Don't make a sound or you'll get the strap."
Can you imagine what it must be like to be ordered around that way by a man you've always been in love with, a man who sees nothing but a slave whenever he looks at you now, forgetting all the years when you were only a spoiled nephew secretly lusting for him? Your secret wishes have come true. What now?
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Epilogue
The very next night Kent had planned to bring aaron to the Club again, but as it turned out, he never saw him again. He had brought the slave to Master Bill's estate to labor for the day, but on the way home from Bill's he was killed in a horrific traffic accident when he was T-boned by the drunk driver of a "Exxfit" gasoline truck which exploded and burst into flame devouring several automobiles in addition to several stores in the strip mall where the accident occured.
As for aaron, that day a surly foreman grabbed it by the back of the next and hustled it into the stables that stank of horse shit. "Clean the shit out of these stalls. Dump it in that wheel barrow. When the things is fully, someone will take it and bring it back empty. You stay inside and keep mucking out the shit. That's all you're good for as far as I'm concerned." Then he smacked it on the backside with his huge calloused hand then rubbed in the pain and the callouses made the pain hurt even more.
The slave labored for a couple hours and by the time it had filled up the wheelbarrow with shit for the third time it had shit all over its body and it kept getting bitten by horseflies. It was crying while it worked. When the guy got back with the wheelbarrow he told aaron, "that's enough. You're doing a shitty job with the shit, faggot." Remember, of course, that aaron had never ever even been in a stable and did the best he could with no instruction. "Get outside and go stand on the right side of the stable. I'll get you cleaned off."
The slave got cleaned off with cold water shooting out of a hose and the farmhand was laughing while aaron was crying and writhing from the cold water. Once it was cleaned off, the farmhand, whose name was Winter, clipped its hands together in front then clipped a leash to the chained hands and led the slave away from the barn out into a big field of freshly mown grass. It smelled so wonderful! Winter laid him open the warm green blanket and fucked the daylights out of the slave. They both fell asleep.
Meanwhile Master Bill found out about the accident and when he investigated he discovered that Anthony Kent had been vaporized in the explosion. Master Bill simply claimed possession of the now master-less slave, one day eventually telling it that its "uncle" had sold him the slave as a permanent possession. He thought that the kid would get so angry at Kent that he'd end up hating him.
But that's not what happened. Aaron was heartbroken, to be sure, and it wasn't until years later that he found out the truth. By then it didn't matter because his fortunes had taken a turn for the better.
Back to the ranch for a minute. One day Master Bill put a leash on the slave's collar and took it on a long trek to the far side of the estate. where there was a rickety farmhouse with an old outhouse in back. He brought the slave to the outhouse and ordered it to "do his business" in there.
Then he brought it to the old farmhouse and locked it up inside the house by an elaborate network of heavy chains. He made the slave suck his cock while he kept slapping its face. Finally he pulled his cock out of the slave's mouth and shot a large load of cum on its face. He gave the slave a glass with some liquid in it.
"Drink this down. It's faggot juice. It'll make you feel good. Promise." aaron drank it down. It didn't taste too bad. Bill left. The slave remained bound in the house. Fortunately there was a large oak tree by the porch shielding it from the house from worst of the heat so it was reasonably comfortable inside. After a while, aaron felt very high from whatever Master Bill had made him drink down. "At least it wasn't piss," he said to himself, making himself giggle.
Finally he settled down. His senses seemed highly tuned in to everything. The musty smell from the house, the warm air, the cum caked on its face (which it couldn't reach with its hands because of the way they were chained), and a symphony being sung from the tree by a couple different birds dazzled its senses.
Every once in a while a new bird with a different song would land on a branch and sing for a while then fly away again. In his stupor, aaron imagined that bird was singing him a song about how to be a good slave.
The bird wasn't all that came by. Different farmhands came by as well ordering the slave to suck them off. One of them took a switch to the slave's body one day. The pain from the switch was unlike any other kind of pain it had ever felt from being whipped.
Only when the slave had collapsed to the floor of the porch crying out and begging for mercy did the guy (who told aaron to call him "boss") stop flogging it. "Now you're ready to suck my dick." He grabbed aaron by the back of the head and brutally fucked his face until he shot his load and watched aaron swallow it. "Get that fag mouth over the head of my dick again, faggot, and drink down my piss. Spill any of it and I'll finish you off with my thick belt."
aaron was so stoned and the pain from boss's switch had driven him out of his mind with an overpowering urge to do whatever this Master wanted. He drank down the guy's entire load of piss without even realizing that this was the very first time he'd been used this way by a total stranger. (That was the day the slave became a urinal for every boss who would stop by to use its body.)
The Dom emptied his bladder down the slave's throat, pulled out his dick and put it away, then hit the slave across the face so hard that it knocked the slave back onto the ground. So aaron was kept there in chains.
Some "bosses"—that was what he had to call the horny farmhands--would bring him food and watch him eat it from a bowl on the floor like a dog. He was always drugged, frequently punished for trivial reasons, and used to please the cocks of a number of rough men who called him "faggot," and used him as a urinal before they would leave.
Master Bill, the owner of the ranch (and therefore also aaron's owner now), eventually sold the slave to a German man who trafficked him to Berlin and used him as a "model" for a bdsm porn producer. He treated aaron like a precious possession which motivated aaron to surrender himself completely to the Masters who would work him over in the films he starred in. Over time the films became increasingly long and more intense. They became popular not only in Germany but throughout the world. \
As the years went by, the former slave rose in the ranks. He became a gifted director whose work won several awards and many accolades in Europe, Asia, and the Americas . . . . . . . .
As time went by, Patrick became increasingly more demanding and more violent. One night he told aleff that he had decided to turn him into a "nullo" since he no longer deserved to look like a man between his legs.
The next morning aleff contacted a Dom Patrick frequently gave him to who had offered to claim him for himself and take him to Canada where he lived, and out of Patrick's reach. The man's name was Master Vincent. He owned another slave whose name was larry. Eventually aleff and larry. fell in love.
Master Vincent was aware of what had happened. He knew that aleff had the potential to become an astute and intense Dom and began coaching the lad to assume a new way of life. He gave larry to alef as a gift. Eventually, aleff became known as Master Prince and he gave larry a new name: Patrick (tickled that he could do this as a "fuckyou" to the Patrick who had turned out to be so cruel.)
Master Prince and the slave known as Patrick lived happily ever after and as the years went by they became great fans of Aaron Vincent's films. Master Prince, formerly known as "aleff," renewed his old friendship with the old aaron. Whenever Arron Vincent had business in the States, he'd spend as much time as his schedule would allow with Master Prince.
When they were all in their forties, Aaron even coaxed Master Prince to star in a bdsm love story with slave Patrick about a M/s couple who learned to negotiate their passage from youth into middle age.
And there we have it. The Two Subs turned into Two Doms. They lived happy, productive lives that extended far beyond those days when the two of them would be bound face to face and naked in on old Club known as the "inferno," both being soundly whipped with single-tails while making out and crying out into each other's open mouths while a crowd stood by in awe of the talents of the two Doms wielding the whips with incredible precision as they made their marks on the slave's quivering bodies.
As always, pain can way to joy. And love.
THE END
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