Bodybuilder Trains a New Pussie Boy

I'm so sorry, my committed readers. I told you this would be a 6-chapter story, but... it got out of hand. It's not my fault! That damn stubborn muscle-hunk Brock is so fucking nasty and demanding. He doesn't know when to stop re-forming cute, formally straight, high school jock, Chad. God! He was so sweet and innocent. With the perfect trim body, and boy, did he love the girls. Yes, I said "did," past tense. Or, perhaps... Brock knows more than I. Could it be that Brock and his friends truly psyched-out the real inner Chad? And his needs?

Bodybuilder Trains a New Pussie Boy

Part 6 of 7

We both collapsed on the floor in our great, sweaty organism. We were silent. I needed to respond in a way that indicated that I was Boss, top dog, and he was my faggot pussie slave bitch. I wanted to say something besides, "Wow, that was great." But I could not give up my power.

Then he said the darnedest thing, "Thank you, Master."

I was at a loss for words. I couldn't thank HIM or tell HIM how overly pleased I was. For now, "You're welcome, my pussie boy."

I gestured him to the locker room. "Let's go shower and get to your new place." Chad pointed to his collar. I guess he wondered if it could get wet. "Well, it's not coming off, so yes, you can get it wet." It looked like leather, but it was an all-weather leather-like material. We showered together, but I made him wash my body and dry me off. I got dressed as he dried himself with my used towel.

I thought about what just happened. I was so freaked out knowing that I must have begged HIM to let me climax. Wow. Did he hear that? God, I hope not. I figured he was so focused on pleasing me that he did not hear anything I said. That could really fuck up our new relationship. It could mess up his need to be the slut pussie whore and me the absolute top. Period. I went out to talk to and visit with Rick as Chad finished cleaning up. It was about 3:10. We were all exhausted.

Chad crawled onto the main gym floor toward me, in the manner I taught him, with his ass upturned and his knees apart so anyone could see his balls swinging. Of course, he was totally naked, wearing only his leather collar. He knelt and kept his eyes on my jean-cover crotch as previously ordered. Those were all good signs. He still knew his place. So, I just came out and told him, "You did good tonight. You did me proud. But you need to always know your place as a pussie whore, cum-dump, and be proud of that status."

"Yes, Sir."

"I'll see you, Rick. Thanks for hosting a very good and intense training session."

"Brock, I don't like to admit it, but this may be your best pussie boy yet." Rick said, smiling.

"Chad, follow me to my car." He started to follow me out the door on his hands and knees. "No, inside you crawl, outside you walk ... or we will never get anywhere." I smiled. So, he crawled to the front door, and when I exited, he did also, then stood up and walked at my side.

I wondered if he would hesitate about being out in public naked and in that beautiful, black leather studded collar. After all, cars were still driving by, even at this early hour. I could tell he was nervous, but he did as told without question. That surprised me. I also wondered if he remembered I was parked in the back parking lot. When we arrived and entered the gym through the back. But again, he did not question me at all. I liked that. Of course, I intentionally left through the front door because I wanted him naked on the street, wearing only my collar. Chad was uncomfortable, but he stayed at my side as I walked down the block, about 600 feet, to the corner. There, I stopped and pretended to read the early morning newspaper on the news rack under the bright streetlights. I was watching him with a side glance. He was fidgeting and looking in all directions. I pretended I did not notice his anxiety, but I liked that he had some, maybe a lot.

"Looks like we will have clear weather all week," I told him, meaning nothing at all. After a good five minutes there, and a few drivers honking their horns or hooting, or the one car full of teens when they yelled out, "Hey fag, need a good fuck!"

Then I casually strolled down that street to the alley, then down the alley to the back parking lot behind the gym. I know it was painfully slow for Chad, who, I'm sure, just wanted to get his naked body out of public sight. As we approached my car, some people were in the parking lot. There is a bar across the street, so maybe they are the staff who had just closed up. Chad went to the passenger side and put his hand on the door handle, ready to hop inside the moment I unlocked it. Without opening his passenger side, I got in, started the engine, and turned on all my lights on high beam.

Still, instead of unlocking his door, I push the bottom to roll down that window. Chad stuck his head inside but did not ask me to open his door. That was good. That's what I wanted. "Chad, I think I do want a copy of that mourning newspaper. I fished around in the ashtray change and came up with two quarters. "Here you go, go get me that paper, and don't run."

This time, he gave me a scrunched-up look of puzzlement. As if he was asking, "Sir? Do you really want me to go back there by myself? All naked?" But he did not say anything. That was good. "Oh, when you come back, and before you get into the car, make sure you have a boner for me. You know, it's like a `thank you' for taking such good care of you tonight." He was really nervous. To tell you the truth, I wasn't sure he would leave the safety of the parking lot.

But I did get a very shaky "yes, Sir."

"Chad, I know you think this is humiliating and embarrassing being out naked in public. And you probably hate it. But look on the bright side, I FUCKING LOVE IT! Isn't that great?"

Chad absentmindedly nodded, "Yes, Sir."

"See how many ways your life can be twisted to please me? You can be really proud of letting go of all that nonsense about modesty, the need for school or a girlfriend, and all that crap about a job. Now ... you have me. Isn't that just wonderful?"

"Yes, Sir," he said with a bit more confidence.

Then quickly, Chad "walked" all the way to the corner news rack. Got the paper and then fast-walked back here to stand so beautifully naked at the passenger door. I let the "fast walk" go. He was being too well-behaved to punish him. He handed me the paper through the open window and then quickly began to pump his dick. He has some exciting energy in his body because he was semi-erect when we left the gym, and when we stood at the corner, I saw his dick growing firmer. Not erect, but nicely filled out. Super. That's a good sign. Pussie fags like him need to have someone to tell him what to do and push him more than he feels he can take. I am the only one who can give him that true-lived experience.

He was at the passenger door, playing with his dick, maybe having a little trouble getting it to full erection. I tooted the horn to get his attention, making him look up at me quickly. I just pointed to the front of the car, and he knew what I wanted. He went to stand in my headlights and beat his nice plump dick, just for me. The headlight did it; it added just enough humiliation for him to become fully erect. "Yes," I said to myself, this boy needs me. And he needs me to push him." I was pleased. I waved him over to the driver's side to check out his dick. I placed my hand on it and fingered it along the shaft. I swear, he would come any minute if I continued to touch him. Now, that's a wonderful sign. Still, with his terrified look, he did not ask me to let him in. Something had clicked in his mind. To be honest, I don't know when that happened. But he was making me very happy.

"Hold your dick up. Let me see your balls." He did, and I fondled his hang balls. He moaned. "OK, Chad, go around to the other door and come inside." He gladly did. And as he ran to the passenger door, his big boner bounced up and down. But when he went to open the door, it was still locked.

He looked at me, "Sir?" He pleaded as he stood all naked, cute, and vulnerable in the parking lot lights.

"No, Chad, you may never take the easy way out. You ran around the back of the car to avoid the headlights. Now, come back -- around the front of the car to my window."

"Yes, Sir." And around the front, he came. I was so fucking excited. Man-oh-man, did I luck out with this one!

"Chad, do you think you can subvert my wishes? Do you think you can try to trick me? Cheat on your training? Fight me at these little things?" I wanted him to remain outside the car and know there was a real possibility that he would not come into my car if he misbehaved. He needed a scare. He will always need a scare, but that's my job, and I am good at it. "You'd better explain yourself now, or maybe you're not the good pussie cunt boy material I first thought you were."

Bingo, he started to cry. Well, it had been a very long day and night. So much had happened, and most of it was excellent stuff. He is so exhausted. I know he is so totally worn out that he can't think straight. This is just the time to push him. His resistance faded. "Look, faggot pussie cunt. You better explain yourself to me and what you just did, sneaking around the back of my car." I spoke as if agitated.

"Please forgive me, Sir. I know I need to learn a lot. I know I fucked up, but please don't dismiss me. Sir, you are so right. I fucking did go around the rear end to be safer. To cheat. And that was just like disobedience to you. I can try better and harder." Then he cried more, probably thinking I was on the verge of kicking him out of my life. That's good. I also noticed he was not concerned about me keeping him naked in public. What was much more important to him was that I was displeased with his behavior. That's a great sign of progress.

"And your punishment?" I thought I would toss that out just to see what he would offer. To see where his mind was at. And to signal punishment is often dished out for poor behavior. Subs need these fixes when they do wrong things.

"I have no suggestion, opinion, or concern." That was as great a surrender as a Dom can get.

I clicked the door unlocked and waved him in. He opened the door and sat inside. I'm sure he was relieved. This was an important exercise. It accomplished some essential elements of slave training. First, he could trust that I would protect him if he obeyed and did as I said. Second, he feels good when he is pushed to expose himself. Third, he needs me. As much as I enjoy him, he truly needs me to train him.

Still, he has not yet complied with all my commands ... without question or hesitation. He's getting there, but he is not there yet. That's a big deal. But now, with his scary, imagined threat that I may dump him, the time is right to push further. As I said, he is extremely exhausted ... perfect timing.

Chad was looking at my crotch, as was the basic rule when idle. Then I started talking to myself so he could hear me. "Yeah, it sure has been a long and tiring day. I want to sit here and relax. Take a breather. Yes, it feels good to do nothing for a while. The only thing better would be to have my shoes licked all over as I sit in the car and ... "

I didn't even finish expressing myself, and the next thing I realized, he was naked, in the foot weld, stuffed in that small space, with his head projected to my side, moving his tongue around to lick my tennis shoes. I expressed pleasure, and Chad did not hesitate to give it to me without my specifically asking, which is fine in this case. It was awkward in the small space for him to tilt my foot sideways to lick the bottom of the sole and continue. He said nothing and seemed content, or ... maybe actually happy.

But I wanted to talk to him. "OK, stop now and just stay in your little foot weld there and listen." He looked so cute, hunched in a ball on the floor. "You may have thought that I forgot you have not eaten today. Well, I mean, besides all the wonderful cum." Chad involuntarily licked his lips at the word `cum.'

"Yeah, I know you have not eaten. And I am hungry also. Look, it's almost day light, and some 24-hour cafes are serving delicious breakfasts. Would you like a good, fat, juicy hamburger with lots of fries?" He nodded eagerly. "Yeah, or I can get you a fabulous breakfast with eggs, bacon, hash browns ... wow! Wouldn't that be great! But ... you tell me what food you crave the most right now. Speak up. I want to know what would please you most."

Chad, very hesitant to offer any suggestions of what he truly craved, said, "Well, Sir, I really, really would love a nice tender steak and eggs breakfast."

"OH? And how do you want the steak cooked?"

Chad's face lit up like that of a little kid in a candy store. "Oh, cooked medium, please."

"And, anything else on the side?"

"Oh, yes, please, hash browns, cooked a real crispy." He was so excited. He was so fucking cute. My personal little faggot whore, expressing the most wonderful breakfast even I could imagine. We were both famished.

I noticed a trash truck down this way. I was parked in the back parking lot of the gym, which was located in a rather large strip mall. And the two guys at their truck were emptying the trash cans at the other end and slowly working their way toward us. Rick had put out 4 trash cans that they would eventually get to.

"And what kind of toast?"

"Oh, yes, Sir. I love that whole wheat bread with all the healthy seeds and grainy bits. YES, THAT WOULD BE GREAT!" Chad even started to drool a little as he got more and more excited. I'm sure he could taste every bit of what he was describing. His hands and feet were fidgeting with anticipation. He probably guessed that he had pleased me so much that I would finally reward him with a super fantastic meal.

"You know, Chad, I think what you just described is probably the best breakfast I can think of. Maybe we really do think alike. Thank you, Chad, for being so helpful. I was not sure what I wanted to eat just now, but your suggestion is perfect."

I could tell he enjoyed pleasing me. "OK, I will head to an all-night cafe and order everything you mentioned. The steak, cooked medium, the eggs with hash browns, extra crispy, and even the whole wheat toast. You have pleased me so much today, and especially just now." I reached down to his head and ruffled his hair like one would do to a little boy or big dog.

Looking at his backside, I saw his hands move up to his eyes. He was joyfully crying now. He was so fucking happy. As I put the car in gear and was about to drive off, I looked at him, "Breakfast is going to be great. But before I leave, I want you to get out and go to where those four trash cans are behind the gym. Play with yourself and get and keep a big, super-hard dick. Don't cum, but do enjoy your dick. Think wonderful thoughts about me being so pleased and enjoying your favorite breakfast."

Chad's face caved in. He was at a loss for words, stymied. But he did not complain, or at least he didn't express his obvious monumental disappointment verbally. He slowly extricated himself from the tight floor space. At the same time, he was trying to hold back tears of disappointment and pain. He said nothing as he continued his slow naked movement to the seat and then placed his hand on the door handle to open it. Chad was likely moving slowly in his hopeful anticipation that I would stop him and tell him it was all a big joke and that, of course, he was coming with me to breakfast.

I just stared at him with a big smile as he crept the door open and moved his naked body, once again, in the full bright lights of the parking lot. He asked for no clarification. He did not plead or beg me not to do this. And he slowly began to walk away from the car with his head down. I waited for him to get 20 feet away and then yelled out loudly, "When the trash men approach those trash cans, offer to suck their big dicks." He turned his head around, looked at me, and nodded to acknowledge my order. Then waved goodbye.

You may think I voiced some safety assurances, such as, "Don't worry; I'll be back in an hour and bring you some food." Or "I'll be back in two hours." Or "I'll be back."

No, I wanted his obedience without regard to making any kind of a deal with him. Legally speaking, a binding deal can only be made between two responsible adults, not between an adult and a minor, an adult and a big puppy, or an adult with a subservient mouth hole. No, no deal. No conditions.

I drove away, tooting my horn to make a lot of noise in case anyone was around to look in this direction. However, instead of going for breakfast, I circled around the block and parked out of sight. After retrieving my binoculars from my glove compartment, I sneaked into a nearby bushy area and watched him from there.

I saw the trash men come to those cans, and I saw the two guys physically surprised by the collared, naked teen beating his dick. The trashmen went about their job, picking up one trash can after the other and dumping their contents into the truck's lift bin. I could see some exchange of conversation. The trashmen were done, and I expected them to drive off to the next business.

Then I was surprised. Chad was not trying to hide behind the cans; he was actually out in full view of them with a raging boner for whoever could see him. I think he really learned not to hide his body. And he did this without any awareness that I was watching. I saw non-stop action of him playing with his dick. They were actually talking back and forth. Well, not all three. One of the trash guys obviously wanted nothing to do with Chad and stood way back on the other side of the truck. Then, I saw Chad kneel under the brightest light near the gym's back door. He continued to pump his dick.

The trash guy talking to him stepped back to place himself in the shadow, and then I saw him lower his pants. Chad had to "walk" on his knees to where the worker was, and he leaned his face forward. I could not see all the details clearly because one guy wanted to stay in the shadows but placed his hand behind Chad's head. That wonderful, naked, kneeling boy was moving his head back and forth in a sucking motion. My wonderful, naked, kneeling pussie boy! The worker was slamming to hips forward and fucking my faggot mouth hole. It didn't take long, plus I'm sure the trash guys had to quickly get back to their business.

The one guy fixed his clothes, and both men hopped into their truck and rode off to the next waiting cans. Chad remained on his knees for a short while and then moved back behind the empty trash cans to wait. But to wait for what?

As an experienced dominator, I still can't read the mind of any boy that I am training. Was he thinking I abandoned him? I gave him no assures I was coming back. Was he overly meditating about his wonderful breakfast, which seemingly he was getting none of? Did he realize I was never coming back? Was he planning what he would do next in life, maybe see about dating a girl? Or is he getting his job back? Or getting any job? Was he missing me?

I let him be there, all alone, for another hour. We initially got back to my car just after 4 AM, and it was now near 5. I knew some business might open soon, so I got in my car and drove as silently as I could, coasting the last 100 feet to the trash cans. He must have been in deep thought or, maybe, sleeping. I got out, quietly shut my door, and soft-walked to where I could see him sitting on the pavement behind the trash cans. He was turned away from me, rubbing his face as he sat there. I stepped behind the cans and greeted him with a hand on his bare shoulder. He was so startled and jerked his head around to see me. He immediately grabbed my legs with his arms, encircling them in a tight bear hug.

He cried so hard and loud, continuously, squeezing me so tight, like he never wanted to let go. He cried and rocked his body back and forth, so happy to see me.

I was telling him it was OK, to calm down. But he was not hearing me. He continuously mumbled between his sobs, "Thank you, Sir. Oh, thank you. You are so fucking great. Oh god! Thank you so much!"

I tapped him on the shoulder and gestured for him to raise, but Chad would not let go and not stop thanking me. I was pleased beyond belief. I lovingly petted the hair on his head. I knew he was not thanking me for simply returning. That was not it. He was not thanking me for not punishing him. No. He was thanking me for keeping him. He was thanking me because I still wanted him as my sub-faggot, slutty-whore pussie boy. You see, I was now his world.

I had been thinking a lot, or should I say, rethinking, since our Gym session ended. I hesitate to utter out loud that I am very impressed with Chad. "Pussie boy, up now," I spoke softly. "To the car. "I gestured for him to get in, and he did. He immediately squished himself into the foot weld, placed his face on my tennis shoe, and began licking it. "OK, Chad, time to go home. I can't drive with you down there," I told him with a big smile.

"It's kind of cool, and my car heater is not working, so undo my pants, nudge them down a little, and my jock down, and warm up my balls. Breathe on them as I drive. That should warm me up."

Chad did just that. But he first had to lift my dick and balls, which were wedged between my thighs, to rest in the open on top of my thighs. Then, with one hand, he held my floppy dick out of the way, so he could place his head sideways on my bare lap with his open mouth against my hairy balls. Then he got into a slow rhythm, exhausting his hot breath on my balls. Ah, so nice.

As I drove him to my place, which was the plan, he never stopped his breath heater. That was fine. He needed to be used, even if only for body heat. We bonded extraordinarily. Having said that, I know he is in a heightened state of anxiety. He is naked, without anything. He was not just void of clothes; he now had no job, nowhere else to live, and no family or friends to whom he could turn. He only had ... me. Chad was hungry, starving, actually. And he was extremely exhausted, 100% spent.

I engineered all of this. And I know that tomorrow, or whenever Chad regains a mental space from where he can think clearly, his allegiance to me will be considerably less. More training will be needed. It is always required.

I parked. I escorted Chad, collared and fully naked, up the steps to the porch of my modest house. I unlocked the door and let him in. "First, go to the back where my bedroom is," I pointed, "into that bathroom room and kneel. He didn't speak; he just nodded, a guess as a thank you, and went to do as asked. I soon followed and stood before his kneeling form. "I need to shower," I just looked at him and waited.

He began to undress me as if he intuitively understood. When I was naked, I entered the shower and stood there again. And, something clicked. He entered, turned the water on, and began to soap me up. He moved my arms and legs to get every area, including my dick and balls. Then he raised me off, and I stepped out when he finished for him to towel me dry, then kneeled. I turned my back to him and bent over with my ass in his face. Without hesitation, he placed both hands on my ass cheeks, spread them wide apart, and hungrily worked his tongue into my hole. He was moaning and enjoying his job. After about five minutes, I pulled away, or ... tried to, but he gently held onto me and continued, so I let him. The moaning sounds he made and the stiff boner he displayed pleased me, but this was not the time to clarify our relationship. It was a time for rest, complete rest.

I lay on the bed, on top of the covers, and wiggled my finger for him to join me. I did not direct him as to how he would lay there or what he was to do or not do. I just closed my eyes and went into a deep sleep. It must have been near 2:00 PM when I woke and found Chad still asleep with his body squeezed between my outstretched legs and his mouth on my dick. Chad was softly snoring.

I lay there for quite a while. Thinking. I untangled myself from him slowly and climbed gently out of bed. I had made a decision. But this particular decision needed Chad's approval. When he woke up, I told him something he did not expect. It must have been very confusing to him. I remembered that cute saying, "If you love something, set it free. If it comes back, it's yours. If it does not, it never was."

"Chad, I want you for my permanent slave slut pussie boy. However, you get to choose to stay or to leave. And this time, there is no Taser, no coercion, no force, and no threats of harm to you or anyone. No blackmail. On that chair are some clothes I am lending you, jeans, a T-shirt, socks and tennis shoes. In that envelope is $5,000 in cash. And here is your wallet and your ID. Sorry, the collar cannot be unlocked, but a locksmith might be able to remove it."

When I initially found Chad, I told him (and every new trainee I picked) that I'd be training him for a few months. In truth, training is such a long and complex endeavor that to get my "money's worth," I might keep some for a year or two. Then, if he chose, he could leave and return to his previous life. That is, what he could patch together again. But Chad was different. Oh fuck, was he different?

"Now, Chad, you will leave," I spoke calmly. He reached out to hug me, but I gently and firmly pushed him back. "You have until midnight tonight to return here if you wish. And if you do, all your social, economic, physical, financial, and even medical decisions will be made by me. You will become my property unconditionally. There will be legally binding agreements you will sign later when you turn 18, codifying your purpose and function as my property, though the word "property" can't be legally used. There will be no going back, so choose wisely. Do you have any questions?"

He started to speak but realized there was nothing to ask. I'm sure he has lots of mixed feelings and emotions. I did, ever since I first met him. But as I said, I made up my mind. He got dressed, took the few items, and left. You might think I felt strongly about whether he'd return. I really did not have a sense of it. I was saddened to see him leave, but this was necessary.

I went about my business, doing errands, laundry, and such, making no plans for his return even though his return would create a totally changed lifestyle for both of us. I looked at the clock. Midnight was a long way off; it was only 7:10 PM. I went out the door to get something out of my car, and I almost stumbled and fell over the naked form on my porch. There was Chad, naked and collared. Kneeling and looking up at me. I wondered where his clothes were, but that was unimportant. His wallet with ID and so on was not anywhere around, either. He held the envelope with the $5,000 cash in his hand.

No, I did not embrace him, jump up and down joyfully, or call him my "friend." I said very calmly, "Boy, good to see you. Come in." He crawled into my living room. "We have many rules to go over and learn, but there will be lots of time. All my desires for what you will do, how you will behave, and what you will fully become will be told to you over time. But, for now, you may ask for clarification about anything you do not understand. That's fine for now. Training is an ongoing process. Often, I will not answer your questions; some things are just not for you to know or contemplate. It's not your job to know why; just do it. Next week, I'll have a carpenter here constructing special quarters for you. For now, you'll sleep on the floor by my bed. You will be my alarm clock. Every morning you will slowly wake me with your mouth sucking gently on my dick.

"Did you eat when you were out? Have lunch?"

"No, Sir. I didn't think that was right."

"Chad, that's just great. And the good news is - and this will really please you, it'll just blow your mind - I had a wonderful steak and eggs lunch, the same one you described as the best breakfast. I really enjoyed myself." Chad smiled at my `good news.' "You see how your new goal in life is making sure I am pleased? That's the thing. I love seeing you feel embarrassed, humiliated, uncomfortable, and degraded, especially publicly. And more good news, I will train you to perform the most degenerate, indecent, sluttiest, emotionally painful, and physically challenging acts you never ever considered. And I will enjoy your torment immensely! How does that make you feel?"

Chad started to cry and said, "Sir, I only hope I can live up to your expectations. Please help me get there, Sir."

"Of course. And you have no recourse, no one to help you except me. No place to go except here. Isn't that wonderful, Chad? You don't have to worry about anything. Hell, I'll have your mouth hole and asshole fucked to oblivion, not just by me, but by whoever I allow to use your holes. In the meantime, usually, your cock-sucking brain will focus only on me."

Chad was so exhausted. Who knows what real thoughts he was thinking. He was tearing up as he realized he needed to be used. I didn't tell Chad this, but I would give him another 48 hours to reconsider.

"Oh, my little pussie boy, thank you for those tears. Thank you so much for all your struggles, pain, resistance, and surrender. But soon, you won't be thinking about what's right and wrong, or good and bad ... you'll just be thinking about what your Master wants."

"OK, more later. For now, stand up, get in the kitchen, and prepare me something for dinner. Keep it simple." He made me a very tasty sandwich. Yes, I do remember he never ate for a very long time.

When I was finished, I took two mixing bowls out of the cabinet, filled one with water, and placed it on the floor in the corner. "Drink." He did; he was really thirsty. Now, I had no dog food on hand. This whole new situation would take a few weeks to fully set up the basics. I had a can of spaghetti, but I wanted him to have more protein. So, I grabbed a tin of sardines and smashed them into it. It did look awful and probably tasted grouse. I placed it on the floor but gave no command. He did not charge for it. In fact, he didn't make any move at all. I was getting more impressed.

I stood over his food bowl and took my dick out to pee on it, but I was empty. "I just emptied in the toilet. "Sorry, boy, help me out." He had no clue what I wanted. "No problem." I explained. "Go ahead and lift one leg, like a dog and piss on your food to give it some flavor."

He just did it. No hesitation. He lifted a leg and peed, flooding the floor as well as getting some in the bowl. "No worries, it takes time. You'll learn. But before you eat, lick up all the piss that missed the bowl, and then chow down." I felt that I didn't need to watch him obey me. I was beginning to trust him, but watching was fun.

It was time to kick it up a notch. I like to put a boy through the wringer early on. I had to really test him forcefully in public, with strangers all participating. I must strip away even the tiniest bit of pride, modesty, personhood, self-respect, or desire to make decisions or to control himself. Fortunately, a special event would occur in a few days, on Friday. It is the grand opening of....

To be continued...

WHAT THE FUCK?! Now, there's another chapter? All because Brock must find a way to degrade and humiliate Chad to the extreme. I suppose there will be no limits at this time. Is this going to be something the entire community gets involved in? I wonder what Broch has in mind "to remove every bit of Chad's personhood." I'm guessing this will be BOLD and DARING to the extreme! Stand by for the last chapter, Chapter 7.

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