Chapter 17
I'm just finishing up. I'm sweaty and my knees hurt like hell. Hank seems pleased. At least he hasn't hit me so far. The doorbell rings and Hank tells me to stand up and answer the door.
Stan and Red are there and come right in. "It's good to see you naked, slave," says Stan. "Back where you belong." Red grabs me by the back of my neck and forces me down so I get back on my knees with my head lowered and my hands behind my back, soaking up the reality that even though I was so well dressed last night, this is the way I am more comfortable, this is the way I'm meant to be, groveling before superior men, sweaty from hard work to please one of them.
Hank comes in holding the brush I'd been using to clean the floors. "I haven't beaten the slaveboy yet. I was waiting for you to arrive so we could all enjoy hearing it howl. Tyler said we should redden its ass for our own amusement. Stand up, slaveboy," he orders, and once as I do he takes me by the head and bends me over. "Put your arms around my waist and make sure they don't fucking move," he says to me. I get into position, fearful of the pain to come. "Let me have the first few cracks," says Red, who picks up the brush and smacks my ass several times. Automatically I actually cry out the word "ow!" and I hear Stan say "nice. Now let me have at it." Next thing I know, Stan is slashing at my upper legs and damn, does that hurt! I cry out but don't cry. Hank lets me drop to the floor. "Crawl into the kitchen and put on a pot of coffee. I assume you're not too stupid to figure out how to work my stuff," he says, and I leave them standing there watching me as I slowly make my way towards the kitchen with my flesh throbbing and burning from that little humiliating beating.
When they come into the kitchen, Tyler is with them and that makes me happy despite the pain. Right away I notice that they're all barefoot. I pour four mugs of coffee and set them on the table, go into the refrigerator and find a carton of cream and go to put it on the table but Hanks stops me and smacks my ass. "Put the cream into a pitcher, asshole. Show some respect." I put one hand to my sore ass. Tyler slaps my hand away and says "What the fuck! Slaveboy, never ever touch yourself after a Master beats you. I don't care how much pain you're in. Take what you're given and take it gratefully."
I quickly withdraw my hand and concentrate on pouring the cream into a pitcher and set it on the table along with a small carton of sweeteners. I hesitate for a minute but Hank tells me it's okay to put that on the table. Finally, I fish around for spoons and when I find them I put one by each cup and the guys sit down.
Tyler speaks. "Get under the table and munch our feet, slave, while we enjoy our coffee." I do so, and there I am, all crouched down naked getting eight feet nudging me and I make sure there are always someone's toes in my mouth and pay no attention at all to the talk and laughter they're enjoying up top. This is where I belong. Sucking toes, not knowing whose is whose except for Tyler's, which I've come to know very well. One of the guys has huge feet and I lick along the side of it trying to avoid the toes which don't look very appealing to me. Fortunately, another guy shoves his foot in my face and I tend to that. Foot-licking naked slave, freshly thrashed, doing what slaves like me must do while the Masters carry on a friendly conversation with each other.
"Hey, guys, I wanted to tell you. I took the boy's cherry last night, so feel free when you have a chance. Not too rough, but I think it will be good for it to get to know what it's like for your hard cocks to plow it. Not too rough, please. Don't want to do any damage because then I won't be able to fuck it when I wish."
Stan proposes a group action and the others agree. "Okay, slave, out from underneath the table. Crawl into the bedroom and wait for us," says Hank. "You have enough lube?" asks Red, "cause I've got some in the car if you need it." "Nah, I've got plenty."
They all come into the bedroom talking to each other. It seems they want me to feel each of their cocks up my ass as they play "gang rape," but no one plans on cumming. They just want to penetrate and make me realize that my hole belongs to the entire tribe, so that's that they do. Hank bends me over the side of the bed and sticks a pillow underneath to hold my hole up high.
Next thing I feel Tyler leaning over me. "This won't hurt much. Let me open you up first, baby." And so he does and I remember from last night as he fucks me and holds his cock deep within me. "I want you to get to learn what each of our cocks feels like, just like I want you to get to be able to identify each of us by the taste of our cum. So here's your first lesson," he says to me as he withdraws.
Red goes next, and he's not as thick as Tyler so he's reasonably easy to take and he massages my shoulders while he's taking me. "Good slave cunt," he says as he slides in and out. "Me next," says Stan, and damn, he's thick. I cry out as he tries to push beyond my sphincter. He backs off right away. "Tyler, you've got to get the faggot practicing with dildoes," he says. Hank is last, and he's big but uses short brief thrusts to work his way inside and I find myself crying while he's doing me, thoroughly humiliated and so much unlike the way I was with them last night.
While Tyler's bringing me home later he tells me what he doesn't like the use of the word "cunt" referring to my ass. "You're all male for me, boy. I fuck your hole. I fuck your ass. I screw you. I take what belongs to me. Boy ass. Slave ass. Faggot ass. You hear me, boy?"
"Yes, Master, boy understands and appreciates how you think."
"I don't like anything that would feminize you. You're a boy, almost a man and you're my property, kid. I've claimed you and taken you for myself and your role in life is to give me and my friends pleasure however I command it. That's your purpose. That's how you earn your keep. Understand?"
"Yes, Master, your slave understands."
"We're stopping for lunch. Bobby will be joining us. You may speak freely. I will decide what you are to eat. Call us by name, not by Master or Sir."
It's a quaint little café he brings me to. Bobby is already there. "sorry I couldn't make it to Hank's. I had a meeting I couldn't get out of. Everything go well?"
"Very well as far as I'm concerned," answers Tyler.
"And you?" asks Bobby.
I'm not sure what to say. Then I get an idea. "Learning my purpose, Bobby."
"Good for you. The more you learn the more you can settle into your real identity. How's the hole?"
"Not as sore as everything around it. They used a bath brush on me and it hurt like the dickens."
"Hey, that's good for you, kid," says Bobby. "You're lucky, kid. Tyler's not as much of a sadist as I am. And speaking of which . . ." he turns to Tyler, "I've got a guy coming over later who says he can take the cane. Should be fun."
"Warm him up well," says Tyler. "Hands and some strap to get him into the pain before you use your cane. He'll be able to take more."
"Oh, look who's the expert at caning," laughs Bobby.
Tyler laughs as well. "I remember reading about it," he says. I believe the word that was used was "tenderize the meat."
Bobby chuckles again. "sounds good. I'll let you know how it goes."
"Is this someone you might be serious about?" asks Tyler.
"Can't say for sure. I don't want a live-in, though. Not right now. Gets too complicated."
"I know what you mean," says Tyler.
"This kid giving you any trouble?"
"Not yet," he says.
The waitress comes over. Tyler orders me a chicken salad on rye and a cup of pea soup. I'm sitting next to Tyler and across from Bobby. I'm keep my eyes lowered.
"Look at me," Bobby says. "Don't hide your eyes from me. Let me see them. Let me see your hunger when you gaze at my face."
I look at Tyler, not sure what I should do. "When Bobby tells you to do something, you'd better damn well do it," he says. "I've told you that I expect you to be obedient to all my friends, but most especially to Bobby, especially because he's the one who got you started on the path you're on now. Don't get confused, boy: I'm the one who owns you now. I'm the one who controls your behavior. I'm secure in my identity and I have no jealousy over the fact that Bobby was the first to capture your desire and do something with it. Remember this, boy: When you obey Bobby, you please me. So look up. Drink up his face. I know it turns you on. I'm not concerned about that at all, because after all is said and done, if I give you to Bobby and Bobby works you over and uses you for his own pleasure, once he's done with you he returns you to me, back where you belong, you've become even a better slave for me to enjoy.
This is so confusing and so frustrating for me. I lust after Bobby every bit as much as I always have. I still wish, in vain, I know, that Bobby would capture me to be his 24/7 slaveboy. I know that will never happen. At the same time, I lust after Tyler, especially because of the way he treats me. I know I would do anything for him. After all, look at what happened at Hank's place before and how Tyler had commanded me to offer my asshole to his friends, and how Tyler wants me to learn each of the tribe members' cocks by touch and by taste. That includes Bobby's, I'm sure.
Tyler speaks again. "Baby, you're mine. I own you. I give you to my friends not only because I like sharing the things I own with them, but because I know damn well that every time one of the tribe members uses your mouth and your ass, it does you a lot of good. Yes, boy, you are a slave. You belong mainly to me right now. Don't be afraid of your attraction to Bobby. And when you're allowed to serve him, show him that devotion he and I both know you have for him. Just because I've taken you for myself does not mean that I've taken you away from Bobby. Can you get that through your thick skull, boy?"
"Yyyyes, Sir...think so..." and I look into Bobby's face and he gives me one of those lusty grins and his eyes pierce my soul the way they always have. "Eat your soup," he commands. "Yes, Sir, I answer and pit up my spoon. Pea soup isn't my favorite but I know that doesn't matter any longer. I just concentrate on finishing my soup while Bobby and Tyler talk about the way Hank's club is becoming so popular, and how on any given night there are scores of needy subs parading around hoping for something that they might end up not being able to handle.
"Hank's changed the dress code policy. Shirtless boys can get in for only $10 now and that entitles them to two non-alcoholic drinks. Same deal as usual for guys who strip completely naked, although only a few have taken that step so far. You really have to bring the boy along more often. The sight of him naked, collared, and caged will surely inspire others. The sub I'm seeing tonight is meeting me there at 10. He's afraid of stripping down. I wish you'd bring this boy around. It would probably help."
"Are you planning to cane the sub there at the club?" Tyler asks.
"Haven't decided yet. It will depend on how the fag will be most comfortable. I'd rather do it in private, to tell the truth. I like doing it without any distractions, so I can put my mind into each and every lash and stroke and personally enjoy the sub's reaction to the pain."
"Then why bother bringing him to the club at all?" asks Tyler.
"Damn, Tyler, You've got a good point there. Maybe I'll just skip the club all together. I can make much better use of the time at home in my dungeon."
"Well let me know. If you decide to go to the club, I'll bring my boy. But if not, so much the better. I'm thinking of bringing the pup to "Fernando's Hideaway" tonight."
"Wow. Romance. Stark contrast to having the kid gang fucked a few hours ago."
Tyler chuckles. "I know, but it's important to me to build a good foundation for us that isn't based on corporal punishment or public humiliation."
Bobby turns to me. "See, kid? Tyler wants things from you that will help round you out. You're in the right place, kid. You've got the right owner. Never forget that, boy."
"I won't, Sir," I reply, wondering what Tyler's got planned for me tonight. To be honest, I'd much rather spend the night at the Inferno, not some mushy love nest. But in all things, my role is to surrender to the Master's wishes, no matter where they may lead me.
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The Alex Chronicles 9/25/2022 Sweet Subjugation 1/15/2023 Brandon's Bosses 4/3/2023 Brandon's Brothers 5/19/2023 Total Subjugation 5/25/2023 Tommy Loves His Sub 8/17/2023 Training Toby 12/31/2023
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