Chapter 31
Finally, Bobby starts talking. "That man I was talking to before, the one who handed me his card: do you know who I was talking about?
"Sorry, Master. Your slave was lost so deep in subspace that your groin was all it was paying attention to."
Bobby squeezes my leg affectionately. "He wanted to buy you from me. Seriously. Not kidding. Told me he'd make sure all my college expenses would be paid, and then some."
"You've go to be kidding. It's a good thing you don't have to worry about that kind of stuff or maybe you'd have been tempted."
"Nah. Not worth losing you, boy. Anyway, Hank called Red and Red came to the club and questioned the guy. I have Hank the business card he gave me. Maybe it's just some weird fantasy the guy was working out, but they decided to follow up. I got us out of there while they were in the office asking questions."
"That sucks, Bobby. I guess things like that happen. I've read about what they call `trafficking.' It's all over the place, they say."
"Yes. I mean, I think about giving you to others for a few hours, or maybe even getting you to do some housework or yard work in the buff for someone, but that's different. It's just a way of you earning your keep."
"Earning my keep? Are you planning to keep me? I thought you weren't into that."
"How do you feel about it? Free talk right now."
"Doesn't matter much any longer. I mean, I'm yours, Master, wherever I live or sleep, until you tell me you don't want me any longer. But I like having my space and I think it's wise for both of us to have that space. But you own me, Bobby, and you know that. And now I'm safe around Dad since we ironed things out, so it's nice to be with him at times."
Bobby nods his head. "So it's good for you to with stay him. I have the keys to your place do I can drop by whenever I want, even if it's just to take a piss (and I know what that means!) or tuck you into bed. The only problem I have with the whole thing right now is with predators like that creep who spoke to me tonight. But we should be a little careful, just in case you're being targeted."
"That freaks me out, Sir."
"Problem is you're such a twink. That increases your value on the market, I guess." Bobby grins. "I'm laying down the law. When you are home or in school, you are never ever to be anywhere alone. Never alone outside. No solitary walks at night." (As it turns out, without telling me, Bobby hires a bodyguard posing as a college student.) "You know," he tells me, "that it might be a good idea for me to keep you in a cage all the time so no one can get to you."
I make the expected grimace and Bobby chuckles. "All kidding aside, boy, just remember that I own you. God help anyone who tries to rob me of my property. If I could, I would have you micro-chipped!"
You have no idea how good that makes me feel. How much he needs me as much as I need him.
So anyway, as soon as we get home Bobby pisses down my throat and toys with my very sore nips while he's doing it. Then once we're in the bedroom he clips my wrists to my ankles, practically folding me over. He puts on seductive music, light a couple candles, and brandishes a can of Cristo (I had no idea how he managed to buy that) and spends a good deal of time playing with and exploring my ass with slick fingers and another little butt plug he had on hand. At first I thought I would hate this, but as it turn out I found it strangely comforting despite my fear that he was building up to fist me. No. That's not gonna happen.
He hits my prostate a couple times and I moan and groan like the biggest slut in the world. "Why am I doing this?" he asks me. Shit. How can he expect me to think at a time like this! "um..to open me up?"
"Nope. You're open enough for my needs."
"So why, Sir ULP!!!"
"Three reasons," he says while scissoring my sphincter muscle, the one it always hurts when he breaks through it. "First of all, because I'm enjoying it. Secondly, because I want you to understand that I own you even in this most private part of you. Third, because I think that by doing this I'll be able to fuck you as roughly as I want and you'll get pleasure from it. Those are my ideas. You'll have to tell me if they turn out to be true."
"The first two are already true, Master. MEEP!" Damn I make the strangest noises while my Master is raping my hole.
"As for the third, we'll find out in just a couple minutes." He positions me almost in a kneeling position, wrists to ankles and me folded over. He enters me gently and it does feel different, like I'm really conditioned to become pussy for him. I know he doesn't like that word, but it's what I'm feeling right now as he works himself in and out. At one point he has his cock buried in me and also enters me with is thumb. Holy shit! "Mine. All mine," he keeps saying.
Just as everything seems to be going grey, he shouts out loud, "Take my cum, slave. Take it deep. Squeeze me more. Keep me inside you for as long as possible," he coaches me. But when I squeeze now, it only ends up pushing his cock all the way out of me. We both have a good laugh over that. What a mess we've made! He runs into the bathroom and runs the water, then comes back with a couple wet towels and manages to clean me and him up somehow. Still I'm bent like that.
He takes out his phone and snaps a couple pics. "Your face doesn't show at all. Just your well-fucked hole that's gotten red and puffy." I'm about to beg him to unclip me when he comes over and does just that, then helps me stand, then with his hands on my waist, he guides me into the bathroom and helps me sit on the throne. He leaves while I expel what I can. This is the worst part of it all, mostly because he leaves me alone like this and I have to clean myself up after I'm done.
When I'm done with the toilet, I brush my teeth again and use mouthwash, then walk into the bedroom. He's wearing pajamas! Once again CMNM is the order of the night.
We're both exhausted and don't say anything to each other. He draws back the covers and bids me enter. he comes in after me and takes me into his arms and kisses me like I'm the most precious thing in the world. I fall asleep quickly and then have a horrible dream:
, , , I'm at school about to go into the room for my 10:30 class. An upperclassman whose name I don't know comes to me and stops me: "There's been a terrible accident," he tells me. "Bobby has been hurt and is in critical condition. He's asking for you. Come with me. Hurry, " he says. "before it's too late." I can't process all this and I almost pass out right there on the spot. He holds me by the arm and practically carries me from the building. A car is waiting for us out front, and another classmate is seated in the passenger seat. When he sees us, he gets out of the car and looks as upset as I am. "You've got to calm down, he says to me. We've got to appear as confident as we can. Take the front seat, pup." He holds my head as I get into the car and I'm reminded of the way policemen protect the heads of those being arrested when delivered into the back seat. Then I feel a tiny prick to the side of my throat. Fucking mosquitos! As we drive off campus things get blurry and then everything turns black. . . . When I come to, I'm on a dirty mattress and my ankle is chained to another boy, also naked, who's sobbing uncontrollably. I don't know what to do to try to get the kid calmed down. I decides to just stroke the back of the kid's head the way Bobby does sometimes when I'm anxious about anything. It seems to work because in just a couple minutes, the sobbing stops. We whisper to each other, afraid to anger whoever's keeping guard over us. the other guy is 21 but looks even younger than I do. I guess they're after twinks, whoever they are. Damn I'm hungry. And thirsty. A door opens and three men dressed in suits come into the room. One of them is holding a riding crop. "Stand up, faggots," one of the men says in a rough sounding voice. "Arms behind your head, legs spread." The guy with the crop starts using it to get us into the position he wants. "He wants them to be sold as a set. Why the fuck, I have no idea." The crop hits me in the nuts and I jump, which knocks the other guy off balance and we start to fall.
I fall onto the floor in my room. "What happened," I hear Bobby say in a groggy voice. I look up and there's his head, hanging over the side of the bed looking at me.
"Just had a nightmare," I told him. "I got trafficked and was chained to this other guy, and they were talking about selling us as a set." Shit, I'm really shook up. Bobby helps me up off the floor and gets me up on the bed again. "Wanna talk about it?"
"No, Sir. It's all that talk last night must have triggered the dream. Shit. I can only imagine what anyone goes through in a situation like that." I'm still shaking a bit. "Lie on your tummy, boy," says Bobby. When I do, he starts stroking me from the back of my head all the way down to my ass. it really helps. "No one is ever going to be able to take you away from me, baby. No one. Not ever. I wish I could have you chipped like they do to dogs and cats now."
"But Master, no one would think to check me for a chip."
"Maybe I'll have a note tattooed on your shoulder pointing to the location of the chip."
"Master, you've never spoken about tattooing this boy."
"So? There are lot of things we've never talked about yet. Like maybe even having you branded or pierced or other body modifications made to you."
"red, red, red, red, red!"
Bobby chuckles. He stops stroking me and just lies on top of me and I can feel that his dick is hard and pressing into my crack. I start a small grind. After all, that's the most important thing about being his slave: to give pleasure to his cock. He moans and it makes me smile inside. Then he manages to slip inside me again and he rides in and out of me and I realize just how much power he has over me, taking my ass twice in one night and telling me that he'll always own me and never give me away.
Why?
Why am I made this way?
Why can't I stand on my own two feet?
Why do I need to be protected, to be owned by another man who is definitely superior to me in all ways?
Why does it turn me on so much to be the only naked guy in the room?
Why do I like being punished?
Why am I willingly becoming Bobby's urinal?
The next morning, as soon as I get free, I call the Mentor (that's what I'll be calling him—you now, the professor who told me about Bobby being a scientist and me a romantic.).
"Sir, you've got to help me. My mind is flooding me with questions that upset me and that I'm afraid to answer. Questions after questions after questions, and I can't shut them down or turn them off. I don't know where to turn. I'd be too embarrassed to ask Bobby these questions.
The Mentor doesn't pause for long before he tells me, "iI's important to be asking questions the way you arel This is an important way to test your convictions because it casts doubt an virtually every aspect of your existence as a slave. Just let them come, boy, just like you'd surrender to a stroke from your Master's lash. Let them come. The answers will appear when it is time. Now go tell your Master that you called me without permission. I really doubt you have free use of your phone." And he hangs up.
Bobby comes into the room. "Did you just make a phone call without permission?"
"Yes, Master, bu...
"That does it. From now on you will have very little use of your phone and when you do I will be watching everything. Bring me the phone right now."
I rush over to the place I put, kneel before him, and hold up the phone. He takes it and puts it in his back pocket.
"Now," he says, "who did you call?"
"The Mentor, Master . . . "
"You dared call the Mentor right out of the blue? You must be out of your mind. How did the Master react to getting your call?"
"He gave me some helpful advice. Scorned me for breaking protocol with you, and told me I had to tell you all about the call." I was literally shaking from fear. If I tell Bobby my thoughts, he'll probably give up on this.
"You're shaking. This won't work if you're so tense, so frightened." He goes and sits on the couch. "Come. You know what to do."
I lie on the couch on my back with my head in his lap. I love looking up at him from this position, and almost automatically I start to relax.
"Full breaths, boy. Let the scary stuff drift away with your breath." I swear to God, if anyone ever told me that I would be naked with my head in some man's lap while he talks all his new-Age bullshit to me, I'd have said they were crazy. And yet, her I am, obeying whatever he tells me to do.
"You must have felt desperate to call him." "Yes, Master. He was my only hope, I thought."
"I find it curious that you didn't first come to your Master. You do that with just about everything else. But in this case, you just assumed I wouldn't be able to handle what you had to say. Am I on the right track, slave?"
"Yes, Master."
"Why were you afraid to come to me?"
"I had questions and they keep going through my head and I can't stop them. Questions, doubts, things like that. So most them were about the D/s I'm accepting."
"Dude, how many times do I have to assure you that safe talk is always possible whenever you ask?"
"A thousand times, Master, but it only sunk in just now. So can this be safe talk now, Master?"
"It has been all this time. So, these questions you have . . . tell me three of them."
"I run through my memory of what I was thinking. 1) Why do I need to be protected and owned? 2) Why am I made this way? 3) Why do I like . . . . the heavy impact stuff?" (Perfect way to name it without specify anything about it. It simply means I get hit a lot and I like it.)
"Those are normal questions for a sub, I guess. All I can tell you is that from the day I realized you were staring at me until last night when I fucked you a second time, all this time, there's been something about you. I look at you and I feel an inner pride at how superior I am. I want to take over your life. I want to be the most important person, the one person you will do anything for. To put it simple: I want to enslave you. I need to enslave you.
By doing this, I can save your life from tedious monotony and loneliness, from continual disappointing one-night stands and jerks just trying to be bullies. I will give your life meaning and purpose. I will possess you heart and mind and even, in some way, your soul."
"You ask why? I answer it's just the way things are. Settle in, slave. Get down on my feet and do what naturally born slaves do for their Masters."
Oh shit. He just totally seduced me all over again. And it's true: I calm down at his feet. Maybe that's why they're so beautiful.
"Massage them," he commands, directing how I am to act and behave. "that's enough. Now stand up and fetch my wooden spoon."
Uh-oh. He's gonna punish me with this? I'll surely bleed now. Fuck me—just do what he told me and surrender. I bring the spoon to him. He brings us back into the bedroom. Has me lie on my back. Wraps straps around my knees and pulls them to each side of the bed. My legs are now wide open and everything visible and I'm really getting scared in a nice kind of way.
"You used your cellphone without my permission. That is why you're being punished. Everything that happened after that happened because you were disobedient. I want you to understand why you are being punished."
He stands at the side of the bed holding the spoon in his right hand. He leans over me, putting his left hand on my chest to support himself. He begins to pepper my inner thighs with blows from the spoon, gradually building things up the way he always does and I'm hollering out from the pain and the humiliation. "I'm sorry, Master," I keep crying along with "please" No matter.
Bobby's POV
When I've decided I've given the slave a very good way to remember this punishment and why it happened, I stop.
He'll be black and blue for a few days, and sore. I know all about this because this was done to me in high school, but that's another story for another time. Just realize that I usually only do things that have happened to me because I know what it's like. I got that idea because in "The Alex Chronicles," Billy went to his Dom cousin so he could learn what it was like to get spanked.
I went back into the kitchen. I had made two bowls. Cream of wheat for me; oatmeal with "special" herbs for the slave. My dish on the table with a spoon. The other dish on the floor in the corner. They both need time to cool down so there's no rush. Then I go to the bathroom to get a warmed towel (yes we have one of those towel racks!) and bring it to the slave to help wipe the tears and snot from its face. I look into its eyes. At first it has trouble and wants to look away. Quietly, I speak.
"Look into the eyes of the man who punished you." Finally, he comes to me and sighs deeply. I keep my eyes on his knowing that it helps it, especially after a beating. We stay like that for several minutes, until at last, the slave, in an act of total subjugation, says, "Thank you, Master." I release his legs from the bondage. He immediately rolls off the bed and gets down on my feet, licking and showing his gratitude for my discipline.
I tell him, "Keep asking questions, examining your doubts and fears. Whenever you do that you have to choose all over again to be my slave. Now you have to learn to be more transparent, to let me know what you're thinking of without worrying about being punished or rejected. I own you. I want you. I can handle you just fine."
The questions will still be there. Even more will be asked. I'm not afraid of them. I know what this slave is made of.
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Here are the other stories I have posted, with the dates where you can find them:
The first five should be read in order:
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
These stories are stand-alone
Tommy Loves His Sub 8/17/2023 Training Toby 12/31/2023 Breaking Me In (in progress)