Chapter 20
I couldn't believe it! Tyler watched me crying for a while. Then he came over and—now get-this—he licked up my tears. Once he was done he got close to me and looked into my face and I into his, and he said in a soft loving voice, "The tears you cry are your gifts to me. Every time, even if I'm not present. In a way you cannot understand, I drink all your tears in my heart." Wow. That's the most romantic thing I've ever heard. But then again, I can't forget why I'm crying so often. He's the one who is making me cry. And each tear he drinks makes him have even more power over me. When I look into his face after he stopped speaking, I could see the face of a god of some kind. This god who created me for himself. This god who is taking me back to himself. And I am overwhelmed with love and submissiveness.
Later he took me to an animal shelter. "When I find just the right puppy, I'm going to get it," he tells me, and I'm happy about that. So once we get there he tells the person running the place that he's looking for a puppy so could they get into the enclosure, and she readily agrees, thinking that she could change into a puppy right now. All this while I'm thinking that I'm going to have to share Master with a puppy! How selfish! So anyway, we get to the kennel the puppies are in and she opens the door so we can get in. I got right on to the floor and had puppies all over me and I was loving it and got completely lost in the experience for a bit, but once I looked for Tyler, he was standing there in the corner watching me. I looked up and smiled at him. He smiled back but told me to stand up. It was time to leave.
So I did. Reluctantly, I admit. "May your pup ask a question, Master" He chuckles. "Sure, pup. What's up?"
"Why did you just stand there watching and didn't touch any of the puppies?"
"So I can find what I'm looking for: a puppy who will be part of you, if you know what I mean?
"I . . . I think so, Sir ...a puppy who can bond . . . um . . . .experientially with me?"
"So well bonded that you blend together."
I laugh my head off. Tyler is getting spooky today. So basically, he's looking for the perfect puppy for me and he'll keep looking until he finds it.
I get right into my head as we're riding along and he gives me the space to do it. He's such a safe driver. So I begin to wonder if there's anything I can do to help him make up his mind? Yeah, I know that sounds corny, but . . . . I can be just as spooky as Tyler sometimes. And I get to try it out an hour later because he takes us to another shelter about ten miles away. Same deal. Same invitation. So once we get in their cage, I get aggressive with the puppies and pick a couple for special attention. I finally narrow it down to one and I'm snuggling my face into it's neck,
Tyler tells me put the puppy down and get back in the car. Shit! My theory didn't work. I found the puppy I really wanted and he told me to put it down and get outside. I guess it's not based on what I think I like. Oh hell! I'm so confused. I have no idea what's going on and what Tyler's looking for. But just the same, I had a lot of fun today playing with puppies. Tyler found a way to make me feel real good after a challenging day.
In the car I thanked him and even snuggled him a little the way the puppies and me were snuggling today. He chuckles and kisses me on the side of my head then orders me to sit up straight and put on my seat belt. "And take off your shirt. I want to see the seat belt up against your bare flesh." I got off my shirt easily before I put on the seat belt—smart. As he was driving us either to another shelter or home, he started toying with my nips when we stopped for a traffic light. One time a priest was in the car next to us and he WINKED! before we both drove on. I had a good laugh at that! Not everyone is an asshole.
Tyler slaps each nipple then puts his hand back on the steering wheel. "Guess what we're doing when we get home?" I sighed. Deeply. He smiled. After I stripped he put his favorite collar around my neck and he locked each of my wrists in an iron manacle usually used on one man. How gothic! And then I couldn't think any more because he's hurting my nipples so much. "Remember your safe words," he says, and damn, that means I have control over how much pain I could take.
I gasp when he puts the clips on my nipples, metallic with heavy connecting them and the pain digs itself more deeply in me. I'm so close to breaking. But then he gives another command: "All fours," and I realize what that's going to do to me as the clips and chain hang down from me and I scream out "RED !!!!!!!" He reaches under me and takes one off and I cry out more, then the other one, but the pain continues more.
He helps me kneel up, but the pain is the same. He gives me a hit of popper—something he rarely ever does and I'm not allowed to ask for it---and it helps stimulate my inner slave feel real good slave pain. That's good because his next command to me is "blow me, slave."
He sat down and had me pull his pants off and massage his feet, but when he opened his legs, I dove right down to his cock which was only half-hard, so I worked my tongue and kept sucking and it was awesome to feel how it ended up getting hard. I started bobbing on him, taking all of him after only a few strokes and feeling myself gag but stayed right there for a bit. I backed off and kept stroking and got my hands involved as well, and he quickly came, saying, "here's a nice drink for my slave," and then, of course, I cleaned him up, including his slit until he broke it off me and said "feet!"
I wanted to stay where I was for longer, but I no longer have any ability to create any circumstances when it comes to sex. He calls the shots. I obey. And sometimes it's hard to do. Like now.
I slowly move down. He slaps me across the face. "Get your brain telling you to obey," he says. Damn! I don't know how he manages to tell I wasn't into it. He reaches down and pinches a nipple and I cry out and start salivating over his feet and really wishing I could have another hit of popper, now that I know he has them, but it doesn't happen. Once again I have to remind myself that I'm his slave and that I better start better service to my Master's feet. And I stay there for a long time, it seems, until he tells me to get up and go brush my teeth. That sounds strange. He didn't piss. Why brush now?
time passes . . . . .
Wow. We're making out and he is so goddam alpha even when he's kissing me and I can easily give back what he does to me but he never lets me take charge for a bit. No. Not Tyler. And it's so wonderful! After all, that's what I've always said I was looking for. Sure. Sometimes I feel too restricted or humiliated or unappreciated, but these are not emotions which should take over in a slave's mind. It's the most basic rule: no grumbling. I have safe words. I've only used one just a while ago. That has to be enough.
At 5 pm I'm sitting alone in a chair in my little "safe space" room that Master gave me, and I'm listening to Pat Conroy's The Lords of Discipline which is a story supposedly about The Citadel military academy. It's very homoerotic. Tyler suggested it to me and I can see why. Even the worst he'd ever want to do to me pales in comparison to what those cadets were doing to the plebes on a regular basis. I guess it could really happen somewhere, but I don't know for sure. I certainly wouldn't want to be involved in anything like that.
Tyler comes to the opening (there's no door to close) to tell me that he's going out to visit a friend for a couple hours, what I can have for supper and that I should clean myself out and shower before around 7 pm. Interesting. Something's afoot.
I'm hardly ever here by myself like this and it feels weird. At least, I think, he didn't just lock me up on that fucking cage. But that would be too dangerous to leave someone in inescapable bondage alone for any period of time unless this was pre-arranged and accepted. That would definitely be a RED for me!
I fix my supper (an omelet, which I hardly ever get to have), and then just keep listening to the book until it's time to clean up and get myself ready for him. I could play on my phone, which I'm allowed only at certain times, but everything I do on it is reported to him, so I can't get into any mischief. If I want to watch porn, there's plenty in Master's mailbox and he likes me to view it because it teaches technique and helps get me into a more permanent submissive state of mind. I don't like most of it. The Masters are always too mean and the subs are obviously masochistic actors who I hope make a lot of money going through the things that are done to them. I could never make it that way, although since Tyler's been increasing the pain, I might end up surprising myself. But I really believe I could only do it for Tyler.
Well, maybe for Bobby as well. Well, probably, for all the members of the Tribe. If that would please Tyler. Sometimes I worry that he might be training me to become a slave to all five of them, but then again that wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing as long as it were Tyler's wish and Tyler gets pleasure out of it. At this point, I don't even know if I could ever go back to Bobby as his boy. Not after being with Tyler and tasting his discipline and training.
Speaking of which: I'm now clean inside and out, freshly showered. It's 7:10 and I hear his car pull in and another car as well. Two doors slam and he's talking to someone on their way in. I go to the door and grovel. That's the way he wants me to be whenever he brings someone over. They come inside and it's Stan with him. "What an adorable sight! Does the boy always greet you this way?" he asks Tyler.
"Mostly only when we have guests. He heard us talking so he know I had someone with me. Therefore, this is the way I've trained him to greet us. It solves a lot of questions. Especially by some dudes who know nothing about the scene other than I have a naked slaveboy at home, same age as me. Their reactions are interesting. One guy just ignored him and we went inside to have a drink and this slave simply fell asleep right there where he was. Perfectly acceptable to me. The guy I was with never said a single thing or asked a single question. We were talking about the next election, mostly. Finally, when he left, he didn't even look at the boy sleeping on the floor. Just said goodbye and made his way to his car. I know to stay in place until spoken to. Tyler speaks. "Kneel up, boy. Stan's here to look you over. I'm going to let him watch me fuck you, then maybe do so himself." I kneel up and Stan taps me on the head.
"You being a good boy?" he asks me. "Always, Sir," is my smart-alec answer. "I'm taking my chance with you later and I'll see how good a boy you can be." "Yes, Sir, plea se enjoy yourself." I like that answer. It's very open-ended because I'm not assuming I know what he will consider enjoying.
"I intend to, pup, I intend to." I wonder if they even know my real name? None of them have ever used it, including both Bobby and Tyler, who could name me anything they want. For now they're just sticking with the generic "pup." Meaningless. Just a place-holder.
Tyler takes over: "Let's go to the dungeon." He brings Stan and I come crawling after, not even looking up because Stan really turns me on, although I don't know what he's into. Tyler tells me to lie on my back on a table by the wall and then he binds me with my legs all the way chained up to the wall with my hole exposed. Tyler likes fucking me this way now that he's broken me open. I like it as well. It seems to be the easier position, especially when he's in the mood to fuck his slave roughly. Which he does, immediately. No fingers. Just cock. Hard and invasive, claiming my channel and gut, using me like I'm just one of those blow-up objects some guys get hooked on. Never saw one myself. I'd have no use for it.
This is a bit strange. Tyler's said nothing to me at all. In fact, he's talking to Stan while he's fucking me. "I can be as rough as I want when I have the slave in this position. It's the easiest way in. You're certainly welcome to rip off a piece of this slut yourself, Stan, unless you have something else in mind."
"Will it lick my ass?" Stan asks.
"sorry, no," says Tyler. "I've had three doctors tell me it's too dangerous. I'm not allowing it, even for myself."
"Really? I didn't know that," says Stan. "Well then, I could go for a long slow blow job. With it in a sling."
"Be my guest," says Tyler, and dammit, he leaves the room to give Stan privacy.
Stan strips off. Damn he's got a nice chest and his dick is thicker than Tyler's but about the same length. Good. I can take it easily. He gets me situated in the sling the say he wants. I'm practically upside down. He orders me to open my mouth. He spits in it several times and slaps my face a lot. Hard. Then he plunges in, and with me in this position he's able to split my throat wide open and then hold himself deep inside with me gagging and choking. "That's right, faggot. Choke on your man's cock." He pulls out and a whole bunch of phlegm spills out onto the floor. "Probably should make you lick that up, pup. Make it a good meal for you. Anyway, open again!" And he plunges in and then fucks my head good without getting that deep again.
Funny. He told Tyler he wanted a long slow blow job, but that's not what he's going for when he's got me alone. Just before he comes, he reaches forward and grabs my nipples and it causes my mouth to open wider since I want to scream. At just that moment he shoots a huge load down my throat and this time I do choke on it because I can't swallow it this way. Some of it spills out and that really pisses Stan off. "You're fucking definitely clean up that mess now, bitch." he says. It's a production to get me out of the sling. Stan doesn't really have any experience with this, but he makes good on his order. He grabs a crop lying nearby (how convenient!) and uses it to "motivate" me to quickly slurp up the fowl load on the floor, both his cum and my phlegm. He peppers my back with blows from the crop and shit! that hurts a lot. I get real eager cleaning up the mess trying not to think of what it's made of.
"Don't get much of a chance to work a sub," he tells me as he's getting dressed. "Most of the time I'm just vanilla. The guys want me to come to Hank's place, but I haven't gotten the urge yet. Maybe after school's over. I'd hate to do something real depraved and then have to face my innocent kindergarten children the next morning."
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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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Damn, he sounds like a really nice teacher. Good for him