Chapter 49.
On our way to campus Monday morning, me dressed in a very tight pair of whities crushing my balls and grey sweatpants with a white t-shirt, which really sets off my collar and calls attention to it. I can't believe the way this new rubber derivative just molds itself to my neck and then breathes with me unless Bobby is playing games with the remote that can control it.
Bobby is in one of his official voices that always seems to talk down to me as really inferior (which I am), and I close my eyes because I know he's going to send me off on a trip somehow.
"You are not a college boy. You are a slave. I am your Master. I own you and control your life. I decide when you deserve to be punished. I have total rights over your body subject to agreed limits. You are bound to obey me at all times."
"Remember this all day. Say to yourself often, "I am a slave." I want you to really get it and understand it and have it control your behavior and the way you relate to the other male students, all of whom are superior to you and can use you as they wish. What are you boy?"
"I am a slave, Master. I am your slave."
Then he tells me to repeat it twelve times while looking into his eyes. Boing! Hypnotized.
"Find ways to serve. Little ways. Humble ways. Humiliating ways perhaps. Do what you're told. Let a superior go first. Keep your eyes focused and lowered as much as possible. Remind yourself what you are. If anyone has any remarks or issues with you, refer them to your Master. Say "you'll have to check with my Master about that, Sir."
"Call all men Sir, at least in your mind and sometimes in your mouth as well when you can."
We're arrived and Bobby's parked the car and turned it off.
My collar tightens and it snaps me to attention. Bobby backs it off. "You were so deep in subspace you didn't even know we were here," he says to me, smiling, and I remember that all of this is some scenario he has set up that he knows I will enjoy. All of it. It's all theatre, some might say, but for me it's a lot more than that.
For me it gets right down to that tormented little boy spirit that never gets out to be in the open. Bobby knows this. Bobby knows all about it, what happened. Bobby has managed to get access to my inner drives, my need to be treated this way. It's not a fantasy for me. It's not theatre. It's not a performance. It's real. And this is the first time I've felt safe enough to get that boy the attention he needs, deep down there inside. Bobby has broken me open and protects what he knows of me. That is why I'm so much in love with him.
Slap! Bobby smacks my face and it wakes me up totally. "No more time for trances, boy. It's time for you to go out there. Remember that you're a slave and inferior to everyone. Make me proud of your subjugation."
I kiss the hand he slapped me with and start to get out of the car.
"You're either in class or in the caff. No wondering around. Text me for permission for anything else."
"Yes, Master," I say as I open the door and start to get out. "I am a slave, I am a slave," I keep repeating to myself. The first guy I see is Larry, a friend of Bobby's. He was looking at us. "That was quite a slap!" he says to me. "You okay?"
"Yes, Sir. thank you for your concern. I was spacing out. He did it to bring me back to reality."
"Does he hit you like that often?" Larry sounds concerned. I don't know how much Bobby's told him about our connection.
"Often as needed. Its' a regular part of our life, Sir."
"Wow. I didn't realize it was that intense. I want you to know, kid, that you can always come to me at any time if you are in any trouble. I'll be looking out for you. I'm Bobby's friend, but I get worried the way he talks sometimes. Which way you heading?"
"Wilton Hall."
"cool. I'll walk with you."
"May I ask a question, Sir?"
"Sure. Anything."
"What does Bobby talk about that worries you?"
"About how much he likes to lock you up, restricting you, stuff like that. It freaks me out a bit."
"Well mostly I go along with whatever he wants to do, to try out. It's okay, Sir, it's really okay."
"but what if he locks you up somehow for days on end and you have no way to escape or call for help?"
I laugh. "Okay, now you're making up horror movies!"
"Well I just think there should be some system of accountability, that everyone who knows him knows you're okay and where you are."
I laugh again. "The other night Bobby was talking about having me chipped, like a dog, but he knows we can't. Like maybe he can stick some sort of GPS-thing to me."
"So tell me this, pup: would you let him do that to you?"
"Sure I would. It would be yet another way of me knowing I'm safe." I stop dead in my tracks and when Larry sees, he steps back and looks confused.
"Larry," I say, a bit more aggressively, "I really mean it when I say this: Bobby owns me. That's the way I want it as much as he wants it. I know it's weird. I know it's extreme to some people, or maybe even sick, but I don't care what anyone thinks about it. I want it to be like this. I NEED it to be like his, me and him. I don't think I'd ever submit this way to anyone else. It's just Bobby. It's always been Bobby. Please try to understand. Ask anything you want about it." I start walking again and I'm really feeling intense.
"Larry, you're the only person I've ever spoken like this to. Thank you so much for letting me. Please try to understand. Please keep it to yourself."
Larry throws his arm around my neck and pulls me close. "Kid, you're safe. Thanks for being honest with me and for trusting me. I will always try to honor that trust."
We get to the building and I go in. Larry keeps walking. My mind is racing. "Shit. I really think I might have flipped him out. I can't believe I unloaded everything like that with him. Strange. I am a slave. I am a slave. He wanted to strip me that naked so I surrender to him."
Meanwhile, Bobby's at the coffee shop with Red and Tyler. They're deciding what Thanksgiving Dinner will be like if they bring the slaves. Tyler has an important point. "Don't forget that Henrik isn't from here. He knows nothing about Thanksgiving or the turkey or anything like that at all. I don't have the vocabulary to explain it. So it really doesn't matter if he's part of it. I could just give him so someone for the afternoon and it will be just your two boys."
Red turns to Bobby: "Condon used to work as a waiter. That's where I found him. He told me that the manager of the place knew he was interested in `that stuff', he says, so he assigned him to our table. It was pretty obvious we were into the "leather culture," he called it, so that's the way we met. When I met him, he was already serving me. It's destiny.
"Anyway, what I wanted to say, Bobby, is that Condon's definitely waiting on us in tight leather shorts, nothing else. As for your boy, you can have him eat with you or serve with Condon."
"Okay, fine. That makes it easier," says Bobby. "I'll let you know by Wednesday."
back to me . . .
Bobby told me all this when he had a "lie on the couch" session that night. He remembers that I had an awful experience waiting on some of them so he needed to make sure I could handle it this time. I had to chuckle the way he was laying it out for me as if I had any choice.
"You are meant to serve men with all of your life. As far as I'm concerned, there's no question that you will be there as a slave. I just want to me sure it isn't something that you would feel like you'd want to safe word."
Now mind you, he's eating a chocolate bar and putting his fingers in my mouth so I could lick the chocolate off them. All of a sudden, he sticks all four fingers in my mouth and starts to slide in more deeply, and I'm about ready to panic before he takes them out again.
I don't say anything. He knows I'll submit. "Suck my cock," he says, and I slide off the couch and get up on my knees as he takes it out already hard and dripping a little. I catch it with my tongue and lick off his tip but he grabs my head and shoves me right down on it almost to my gag spot.
"Look at what you're doing. You've got my cock down your throat and you like it, faggot. And as for the Tribe, they've all had your throat and your ass already so there's no mystery about where you belong. Remember that night when Tyler had you put your mouth down on all of our cocks so you would remember what that mouth is for?"
Wow. That was about two years ago. Suddenly I find myself remembering how hot that was and I got to learn about each of their cocks. Bobby and Tyler are very similar. But what they did was that each of them tried out my mouth, just for a little bit of time, and then when they all got done, they each entered my ass as well. Again, just a quick slick sticky little rape. Yes. Each of them knows me as a faggot slut slave. That's where I definitely belong.
Sure, they all got to take their time with me over the past two years, Red and Stan a few times. They liked to spit-roast me. Red in the back and Stan in my mouth.
So anyway, that's how the Thanksgiving plans were made. It's a good thing that Bobby had bought me a pair of tight leather shorts for a New Year's Eve party last year, so he can dress me just like Condon. Condon is a luscious blond (although Red keeps him shaved completely bare except for eyebrows), and his skin is delicious to me. This is gonna be fun.
I like Condon. In many ways. Let me tell you what happened.
Last year Red and Condon were over and the snow was awful so they decided to stay the night. Red took Bobby aside for a bit, and then they came and told us that he and I would sleep in the same bed and they ordered us to make out in front of them and we really started getting into it. Condon is a sweetheart even though he looks like a Viking warrior all shaved and buff like that. Next thing we know, Bobby takes off my cage and they tell us to use each other all night. So that's what we did. Damn, he's hot. And for a slaveboy, Condon sure can take charge in bed. I was happy to let him take charge of me. But he gave it back as much as he took it. Both of us got to cum, twice! A record for the year. Unfortunately, we only got to do it once like that. More frustration. Good thing Red rarely ever lets Condon be naked or I'd be going out of my mind, hungry for his juicy cock.
So Condon and me will be serving the six Masters of the Tribe bare but dressed in tight black leather shorts. Six Masters and two slaves. That will keep us busy. Besides that, I hope Condon will spit in my mouth the way he usually does when we're together for one reason or another.
Funny, isn't it? I like having men's spit in my mouth or getting spit on or into my mouth, but I'd never want to do it myself. I'm just the lowest of the low. Right where Bobby wants me to be.
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