Chapter 19
After he took me from the cage he made me do jumping jacks to restore movement. That was excruciating until I loosened up. Then he gave me a shower and washed me himself, gently and carefully while telling me how pleased he was with me and how his love for me was growing every day. His actions showed the truth of what he was saying because he bathed me like a beloved and cherished boyfriend. He also dried me himself after he dried himself, and allowed me to use a clean and soft towel.
I knew I had to speak to him about my doubts after being locked in the cage, but I found it hard to do so when he was treating me so gently. Not only that, but he cooked breakfast. We had pancakes and sausages, and he even allowed me to sit at the table with him to eat like an ordinary person. This felt very strange and disorienting. We spoke about school and how my classes were turning out. He also told me some things about the other members of his tribe. It turns out that Hank was the most successful of the group, involved in his father's corporation and being groomed to take his father's place eventually. Bobby was actually a parole officer, and I chuckled at the fact. He was well suited to command inferior men. Eddie, the oldest of the group, had an executive position in an electrical supply company. Stan, must to my delight, was a kindergarten teacher!!! Red was a police officer, of all things.
Tyler teased me and told me he was wondering whether or not Red might let me spend some time in a jail cell, but I strongly rejected the idea.
"I was only kidding, boy. I'd never want to expose you to any danger like that. The only imprisonment you'll experience with me is either when I tie you up or when I lock you back in the cage."
"Speaking of that, Tyler . . . "
"Yes? Speak freely, boy."
"Being locked in that cage was the worst thing I've ever experienced. For one thing, you sprang it on me without ever getting me ready for it. And, of course, I freaked out for a while. No fun at all. To be perfectly honest, Sir, it caused me to wonder whether I might have gone as far into all this stuff that I can, maybe even too far. For the first time, I began to doubt that I'm really cut out to keep living with you as your slave. I don't think I'd want to be pushed into anything else at this point. Maybe I'm not cut out to be what you're looking for, because I know there's an awful lot of things you haven't tried with me yet. But I'm feeling like I need a time out or something like that. Some time to get some distance so I can figure things out. This is even more confusing right now because I know I'm falling in love with you. That really complicates things."
"Thank you for telling me these things, pup. I would never want you to have to hold upsetting things within feeling that you can't tell me about them. As you know, I expect my slave to be naked as much as possible and also on display when others are around. But nakedness means more than that. I expect you to be internally naked for me, to be transparent, to reveal your thoughts and desires the way you just did. I want you to realize that you can ask for time to talk like this any time you need to. I will always make the time to listen carefully as you expose what's on your mind. Let's begin there, okay?"
"Sure. And thank you for telling me about being internally naked. That's what I'm trying to do now."
"And you've done a very good job with it. But take a moment and think, boy. Is there anything else you need to tell me before we move on?"
"Well, I should also tell you that almost everything that's been happening is wonderful, beyond my wildest imagination, beyond any submissive fantasies I've ever had. I said what I said because I'm happy being your slave and loving you at the same time. You're teaching me so much, Tyler, and it's all stuff I know I need to learn. Please don't give up on me because I get frightened at times and have to protest."
"I have no intention of giving up on you, pup. As far as I'm concerned, you are a true slave. You need to be a slave. And I still think, despite everything that may frighten you, I believe you need to be MY SLAVE. It's good for you. All my buddies agree that you're wearing it well. But you have to consider this: just as I'm training you, pup, in your own way you are training me as well. It's a two-way street. I'm running at full speed right now. Just as you feel you've gone as far as you can go, so do I also feel that things are moving into an area that I'm not familiar with. I am bound to make mistakes, and obviously I did make a big mistake because I never told you about the cage ahead of time. But tell me this: what would you have said it I had told you about it?"
"I think I would have needed time to think about it, to let it sink into my mind, to discover whether or not it would be something I could accept even if it's something I never would have chosen, even if it's something that will just be a hard part of being your slave. Am I making any sense?"
"You're making perfect sense. But don't forget that you have your safewords. No matter what I decide to do to you or with you or make you do to others, you have those safewords to either slow things down or to stop something completely. You've never used them, pup. So I'm exploring, thinking that if I push too much, you'll let me know. You could have safeworded last night the minute you saw the cage, boy."
"But I don't want t have to safeword. I want to be your slave. And that means I have no control."
"Control is a relative term, boy. The sub has a lot of control. That's the way it has to be. If a sub has to surrender, sure, but you have to remember that you and I, or you and any Dom, are both choosing to live this way because that's the way we're made and that's the way we're better off. Listen, if you need a break, I have no objection to let you spend some time at your father's and just be an ordinary college boy for a while. Is that what you want now? Please think carefully about this."
"Sir, may your slave take some time alone while cleaning up after breakfast, so I can think more about things and about what you're saying, and then continue this conversation?"
"Of course." Tyler chuckles. "Baby, you really think like a slave. Even in the midst of all this, you naturally realize that you have to clean the kitchen because you're my naked houseboy. You want time to think, but you're not asking me to just leave you sitting somewhere. You're going to think while you perform the duties I expect my slave to perform."
I also chuckle a bit. He's so right. Damn, I AM his slave. When he mentioned my spending time with Dad, I panicked. I don't want to give this up. Damn, I have a lot of thinking to do.
"Yes, Master, your boy will clean up. Then may we continue to talk about things?"
"Of course. But I want you to come crawling to me and stay kneeling between my legs while we continue talking. It will help you get your bearings. Am I wrong?"
"As usual, you're right, Master. Sometimes I think you know me better than I know myself."
"That's my job. That's why I'm the Master and you're the slave." And with that, Tyler leaves the kitchen and here I am, sitting on a chair—which I rarely ever get to do—and now I regret saying some of the things I said. I know I was in panic mode. But I'm not right now. Shit, all this is so confusing. It would be so much easier if I had no right to object, no rights at all, like a real slave. But dammit, when all is said and done, I'm actually playing a role. It's very real for me but it's still a role. It's like Tyler was telling me days and days ago. Total power, that's a myth. But damn, I sure did feel like I was being enslaved for real when he made me crawl into that cage last night. But now when I think about it, the whole idea turns me on like crazy—the idea that when my Master wants, he can shut me away and take all freedom away from me and I just have to take it. But then again, I panicked. But shit, he took such good care of me, even while I was trapped in his cage and on the verge of losing it. My Master helped me calm down and shit! I slept like a baby last night! Fuck! I guess I should start cleaning up and not worry about what I'm going to say next.
Once I'm finished I crawl to him as he told me to. When I'm about 10 feet from him he says, "Look at my face. Look at the man you've said you want to be your Master." The intensity of his eyes vies for attention with the lines of his jaw and his resolute expression and, all over again, I fall in lustful love. His feet are bare and I yearn to taste them and to feel each of his toes, each of the joints of his toes, but he has told me to looking into his face and I dare not break this contact with him.
"I have decided," he begins, "that from now on I will always speak to you about any new item I wish to add to my bag of tools. As far as that goes, I want you to know that I plan to work on your nipples tonight. They haven't gotten the attention they deserve. I believe a slave like you should always have sore nipples. They're the best reminders that you belong to someone else. Besides that, when they're sore it is very easy to get your attention and bring you into the submissive—and obedient—space you should be in when you are with me. Any objection?"
"No, Master. You own me. You own the nipples as well."
"Other than that, I feel we can proceed as usual. That is, unless you have anything more to say about the state of mind you found yourself in last night, boy."
"That state of mind has passed, Master. However, there is one thing I want to thank you for."
"Which is . . ?"
"When I first crawled into the cage and began to panic, you immediately took care of your slave and helped it to calm down and focus. The breathing, squeezing the bars, counting, all of that made a big difference and with my panic all my resistance dissolved."
"Did you learn something from that, baby?"
"Yes, Master. I learned that even in my worst moments you are there caring for me and helping me get through whatever I have to get through in order to please you."
"Thank you for telling me that. It is always nice to know that my efforts are appreciated by the boy I rule over. But don't worry. There will be no cage tonight. Come up here, slave, and give me your nipples, one at a time."
"Yes, Master." I realize our conversation is over and I must confess that I am glad. I look into his eyes and let them capture me as I kneel up and strain to press my left nipple into his fingers. At first his touch is gentle ad he rolls it and lightly squeezes. "The other one." I move myself over to the left so he can reach my right nipple and he does the same thing to this one.
"Who do these nipples belong to, boy?"
"They belong to you, Master."
"And what are they for, boy?"
"For your entertainment. For you to make sore. For you to use them as ways to get your slave's attention quickly."
"Good try for now. Left nipple again, slave, please"
I move into position. This time his fingers pull and roll the nipple roughly and the pain begins to settle in. I breathe heavy and even start to suck air through my teeth. I emit a whine.
"Sweet music for the man who owns you, boy. Give me the other one, please."
I move again and he works my right nipple until he gets more "music" out of me and my whining turns to gasping. Finally , he stops. "Stand up," he commands and helps me up by pulling on my nipples and that really bites as I cry out "OW"
He clips my hand behind my back. "Come," he says, as he leads me into the dungeon. He clips my bound wrists to a chain hanging from the ceiling and, using a crank, he raises my clipped wrists until I'm being forced to bend over at almost a 30 degree angle. He goes to a drawer and takes out something. He shows me what's in his hand: clamps. "These are relative mild, but they will certainly get your attention. Just remember what you told me, baby. These nipples belong to me and through them you will taste my intensity in a very special way."
He clips one clamp to my left nipple and I cry out. "Sshh, baby. Take it in." He gently rubs his hand over my face, comforting me. "Let in the pain. It's a gift from your Master." He stands back and watches my face as my expression keeps changing from pain to fear to anger to gradual acceptance. When my whimpering has calmed down, he says "That's a good slave," he says and winks at me. He takes a piece of leather or rawhide and tells me to bite down on it, then he goes to put the other clamp on my right nipple. I howl inside my mouth but biting down on the leather really helps.
I'm taking very deep breaths and become away of his gaze fixed on me, making sure I remain connected to him by sight as well as by pain. "Good, good boy, accepting the pain you need to have. It's nice doing this with you bound the way you are, bending forward a bit. That makes it easier for me to add weights on the nipples which will pull them directly down as they simply flip in the air. I'll start with just a two pound weight. I think that will be enough for tonight."
He takes the weights and adds them to the clamps. At first I don't feel much change, but then when he flicks the weights and gets them swinging the pain is intensified and tears appear in my eyes. "Let your tears flow, slaveboy. Let them flow for me."
And they do. I close my eyes. "Don't close those eyes, brat!" he shouts as he smacks both of the weights and I actually scream. I'm going to take them off now, boy. You'll get another strong jolt of pain as the blood returns to your nubs." And that's exactly what happens, and I keep shouting out while my tears are flowing. He stands back and watches me process what has happened. He love observing me when he's working me.
"You've been a very good boy and I'm pleased with you so I have a reward for you." He takes a key hanging from my neck from around my neck and uses it to unlock the cage and Oh My God! what an awesome relief! He strokes my dick lightly just to help is extend to its normal substandard size.
"Make sure you don't touch it, boy, or I'll mark you again with the thick strap I showed Hank. You have no right to touch that dick. It belongs to me. Understand?"
`yes, Master. it belongs to you."
He lowers the chain from the ceiling until I'm able to stand upright, then he unclips the chain from my wrists but keeps them bound behind my back.
"I need to piss," he says. I awkwardly fall to my knees and before I know it he has his cock out. I take it into my mouth, giving little thought to what's going to happen. "Just a urinal, just his urinal" I say to myself as his stream starts to fill my mouth and I do my best to swallow without causing any of it spill. "that's it, boy. Drink your Master's piss like you've always been meant to." When finally it stops, I know what to do. I suck what remains from him and then clean his slit.
"Three months ago, boy, if anyone told you you'd be doing this, you'd have strongly denied that anything so perverted would ever happen. Look at you know! I've broken you. And you are grateful that I had the patience to do it, so that you could realize your purpose. That's the way things happen. First the slave resists and denies it would ever do such a thing and some time later it is time and the slave surrenders to the Master's wishes and what was once impossible now becomes an ordinary part of the service the slave ordinarily performs for its Master. Once again, the slave has been broken in. It will happen again and again and again in your subservient life, boy. Always remember this: I've wanted a slave who would serve as my urinal and I'd settle for nothing less. You managed to surrender to my wishes. That's why you're still here. Do you understand, boy?"
"Yes, Master. I knew what was needed if I wanted to be your slave."
"and even though you said you wanted it so much, you still entertain thoughts of leaving. Do you see how foolhardy that would be, pup?
"Yes, Master, I know I would always regret it if I left now. I'm sorry for thinking about it."
"You can't help it, and it's good."
"Why do you say that, Sir?
"Because each time I press into you, it's time for you to make a choice. Again. To affirm that you're a slave. And now you know something: There are two things that are non-negotiable."
"What is the second thing, Master, may this slave ask?"
"Of course. In addition to that, I've been searching for a slave who could surrender to me when and if I wanted to lock it in a cage. Just like you did last night. That's also a non-negotiable. Remember that then next time I open the cage door and order your to crawl inside."
"Yes, Master," I say, as my tears are falling because I realize how close I had come to losing my chance to be with him.
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Here are the other stories I have posted, with the dates where you can find them:
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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