Chapter 16
It's weird how I react when I can't be with him. Sometimes, I seem to be lost in a fog of bliss. Other times, I get afraid because he's not there to protect me. Damn! What's going on here? Am I really that hooked? And even more important, is it okay to be this way?
The limo stops and I get in the door. Tyler's there. He smiles at me. I immediately feel better. At peace. Complete. Owned. "My tribe is having a special dinner because it's Ed's birthday." (Note: tribe members: Hank, Eddie, Tyler, Stan, Red and Bobby.) "We all get dressed in three-piece suits and feel really dapper about ourselves. We always have a nice time. I've decided that I'm bringing you just like Bobby did that first time to brunch with us. We decided that our subs could only be invited if the whole tribe agrees. You got the vote because I promised each of them a scene with you if they voted you in. So now you're a member of the tribe, the first sub ever to be voted in. That means they think you'll be sticking around, no matter which of us turns out to be your Master. So Relax. you're can join in the conversation, nothing is subject to punishment. Realize that you're among friends and we all approve of you. You're just an ordinary guy like us, but you're wired to be a BDSM slave. Whenever the tribe gets together, there's no role-playing. Just a bunch of guys at brunch (he giggles recalling an old joke). And don't forget that all 6 voted to include you at some of our gatherings."
He kissed me and I drank from his mouth, both honored and humiliated to be considered the way his friends thought of me.
"I've got to get you a suit. I doubt you have one." It's humiliating for him to know I'm trash. The only suit I ever wore was the white suit when I made first communion. I also notice that he says "I" and not "we." I'm his responsibility and he's in charge. Even at a high scale men's clothing store. (Damn, is "store" the right word?) When we go in, much to my surprise, Tyler gives his name and we're escorted to what seems like a very comfortable fitting room. Nice seats. Full wall mirror. "Strip to briefs," he tells me. Oh yes, I forgot to mention: he took away my boxer briefs and replaced them with tight black briefs that keep riding up my ass. I suspect that's deliberate. "Remain standing," he tells me as he takes a seat. A man with a tape measure around his neck comes in and shakes Tyler's hand, happy to see him. Oh wow. They're like friends. Alan is the man's name.
He looks me over. "This is an attractive boy. You have good taste," he tells Tyler as he begins taking some preliminary measurements. "Color?" he asks Tyler. "Less black; towards grey" was his answer, and that mystified me. But then I figured it out. They all wear black. I wear something that indicates my status in the tribe. Always a constant reminder, as if being caged for days on end isn't reminder enough—and please understand that I'm not complaining. I'm living the life, or at least a nice introduction to the life, and I'm getting measured for a suit that will probably cost a fortune. Alan leaves us to go look for something for me to try on. "My color is less black," I say to Tyler. "Of course," is his answer. "Never forget your place, brat." "Sorry, Sir. I pretty much understood when you told Alan what you wanted. "Good boy. You're learning," he says, and then Alan comes back in with a charcoal grey suit. "close enough?" he asks Tyler. "Perfect, Alan. You're a genius," was Tyler's pleased reply.
He has me try it on and it already almost fits like a glove—at least in my mind. But Alan goes around making notes and sticking pins in the material and once he stuck a pin right into my butt and said "Stand still, goddammit!" Tyler chuckles. "The boy's dick is caged. Take that into consideration. He'll always be caged when wearing this." "Makes good sense," answers Alan, getting a feel for the cage through the pants. "The entire outfit?" Alan asks. "Yes. Shirts, ties, socks and shoes."
"Take off your socks," he tells me. He has me put each foot onto some kind of a screen that probably takes a measurement of my entire foot. Right now, I swear I feel more naked because of my bare feet than because of anything else. Satisfied at last, Alan gives Tyler a small magazine from which Tyler can choose the shoe style. That being done, Tyler thanks Alan. They say goodbye and we leave. Wow.
"You had a really cute reaction when Alan told you to take off your socks," Tyler says to me as we leave the lot and ride on the street again. "Yes. It really got to me. I felt like I was being stripped more naked than ever before." "Interesting," was all he had to say. "You know, boy, you always need to tell me about anything that feeds your submissive mind."
"Well then there's one other thing I have to tell you, Sir," I say. "The whole idea about you taking responsibility for me, that I am null on my own. It got to me when you said "I've got to get you a suit."
"What else could I have said, do you think?" asks Tyler.
"either we've got to' or even he's got to get a suit.' When you said that, I realized that I really am like some kind of toy rag doll of yours and you get to dress it up when you play with it sometimes."
"You're an object."
"Yes, Sir. Is that how you see me, Tyler?" Sometimes I use his name just to see if it becomes forbidden.
"I see many things when I look at you, boy. And I'm not going to let you get any deeper into my head right now. I really think that this is the time I've been waiting for."
"What time, Sir?"
"I've been waiting for the most appropriate time to fuck you. This is that time. As soon as we get home," he says and I thought it seemed like he was in a hurry to get home. When we do, I get naked as soon as I get through the door and decide it would be wise to crawl after him as he leads me into his bathroom. "You know what to do," he says to me, so I get in position, ass up, for him to begin cleaning me out. I swear he's pumping some kind of drug into me, because even what happens seems like something that's turning me on like crazy.
Next thing I know, we're in bed and I'm in his arms and looking into his face until I can't stand how good it feels, so I close my eyes. Somehow, Tyler's lubed fingers begin exploring my anus while I'm curled up almost in fetal position. "Stay like that," he orders, and continues poking, encircling, scissoring, relaxing me and opening me up. Finally I can't take any more and desperately I cry out, "Please, Master, please fuck your slave. Please take me!" and almost immediately I feel the end of his cock probing my hole and I press back on it and hear him whisper, "good boy," as he takes short strokes which go deeper and deeper inside me and it feels so good even despite the fact that there's also some pain as he opens me all the way to accommodate his cock, that all the space deep inside me exists only for him.
We're still in a weird position. He pulls out and tells me to get in the same position I had in the bathroom—head down, ass up—and then he manipulates me and sticks a pillow under my groin. Then he starts all over entering me a bit at a time and breaking me in as far as he wants me to go and I groan and tears come down my eyes and my breathing speeds up, and I form a picture in my head of what it looks like from the inside of me, this picture of him fucking me with his cock. Taking my virginity from me. And I know I was meant for this. "It's his, it's all his," I say in my mind, and I squeeze my inner muscles which causes him to moan "slave, slave, slave serve me" or something like that until he suddenly speeds up and plunges harder and harder until he yells "Yes!" and I guess he shoots within me, but to tell the truth, I don't really feel much of anything. But I sure feel satisfied. Thrilled even. He has just taken me completely. He wants me this way. My hole exists for his pleasure. "Speak to me," he whispers as he nibbles on the back of my neck. "You own me," I say on the crest of a huge sigh. "Yes," is his reply. I'm not sure what it all means for the future, but for right now it's perfect and I'm glad he's feeling the same way I am.
"The next time you speak to your Dad. let him know that you will spend many nights with me," he says, and it feels weird to talk about something practical at a moment like this, but I guess he's decided that the moment has passed as soon as he slid out of me. "Come," he says, and takes me by the hand and brings me into the bathroom. He shows me what to use to clean his dick and groin as he sits on the toilet, top down. "You're putting it in your mouth when you're done, so make sure it's good and clean. I don't want you getting sick." It feels so damn good to hear that. And so I take care of the Master's junk as an act of love, and once he's dry he says, "open your mouth," and as soon as I do he puts his softened dick into my mouth. And I feel him pissing and then I get the taste and then I put all my attention on swallowing without spilling or making a mess. Fuck. This time he's not going to stop. This time I'm his urinal. Fuck. I guess the guys will know that when they see me at dinner. I guess Bobby will know Tyler has definitively claimed me as his own and our bond is iron-clad. Of course, little did I know that one day soon, iron is going to be part of the scene.
Three days later, we all look so good dressed the way we are, and just like Tyler told me, the guys are friendly and treat me with social respect although dropping little barbs from time to time, but it's all in fun. Nothing at all is said about anything sexual. I stand out from the group because of the color of my suit, but I guess that was all part of the plan as well. I'm different from them. XXX-NO!!! They're different from me. They are blacker. They are more developed, more desirable, more powerful, and they all have that power over me. And then something happens which I never would have imagined possible.
The waiter comes by and Tyler asks him for an extra water glass. Once he gets it, he excuses himself and gets up from the table to go to the bathroom. Soon he comes back to the table, and the water glass is half-filled with a warm yellowish liquid and puts it in front of me. Suddenly, all the conversation ceases, as they sit there and watch me. Oh, my! This is how Tyler is going to let the tribe know that at last I've become his urinal. For some queer reason, I fix my eyes on Bobby's face as I lift the glass from the table and put my lips to it then proceed to drink its contents, a bit at a time, until all of it is gone. Nothing is said, but everything is said. I put the glass back on the table. Tyler takes my glass filled with water and pours most of it into the glass that had held his piss. "Use that as your water glass," he says quietly to me and I nod.
For the rest of the dinner it hits me again and again: "They all know!" And still they join me in the conversation. Stan asks me what I'm reading in my classes and I tell him about "The Prince of Tides," and he starts telling about how much he liked reading that book. "If I remember, it really rambles from one thing to another." "Yes. Just like life. We all keep rambling from one thing to another. I'm doing things lately that I never imagined I'd be doing. Even like being at this dinner." Ed laughs, having tuned into what we're talking about. "I did something last night that I've never done before," he admits. "I answered an ad on line." "You slut!" cries out Bobby and everyone laughs. "It was an ad for a housekeeper. A naked housekeeper," Stan tells them. "I don't know if I could handle that," says Red. Stan offers to invite him over when the housekeeper is working there. "Let me know how it goes," asks Tyler, and I get an ominous feeling that I may be doing that sometime soon. "The pup worked naked around my place," says Ed, and I blush as they look at me.
"Actually, I didn't pay too much attention. I was just glad my place was getting cleaned up. Of course I was turned on because I was dressed while the boy was nude," he adds. And then they start talking about different times they'd ever been naked and embarrassed.
I have to say that I really enjoyed this conversation although I didn't have anything to say. Hank gets Tyler's eye and then nods his head in my direction. Tyler nods and Hank gives him a "thumbs up." Sure enough.
After the dinner was over (and I didn't even have to help clean up), the men all said goodbye. Tyler tales me by the hand and walks me out of the restaurant in front of everyone there.
When we got to the car, Tyler cuddled me for a while and told me he was happy with my behavior and how proud he felt when all his friends watched me drink his piss from a water glass at my place. I told him that Stan and Red both congratulated me for "crossing the line" and becoming the type of sub boy Tyler's always been looking for. "It's true," he told me. "I have been searching for a good long time but you click all of my boxes, boy. and I'm so pleased that I didn't give up searching for what I wanted. And lest you have any doubt, boy, you are what I want. I believe you will be able to surrender to every wish I'll ever have for you."
"Even if I don't know what those wishes are, Sir?" I asked. "You'll know them when you need to know them, and each time you'll have to make the choice again. Are you my slave or are you looking for nothing more than hot times? As my slave, you will always break through your limits when I decide it's time.
"Here's a perfect example: tomorrow morning you'll be naked on your hands and knees scrubbing the floors in Hank's house and bathroom using a scrubbing brush that he'll probably take to your ass if he thinks you're not serving him with the energy he expects. I'll be over at noon and we'll discuss your performance. I think Stan will also stop by just to watch your humiliation.
And sure enough, the next day there I was naked on my hands and knees scrubbing Hank's bathroom floor and tub. Every once in a while Hank would stop by and just stand there and watch. "It's good to see you this way, boy. Where you belong." That's all he said to me the entire two hours I was there laboring for him like a slave. Stan did stop over after all, but just stayed a while after he saw me serving the way Hank ordered me to serve.
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