CHAPTER NINE
There's a lovely park not too far from us that's partly paved, with several well-groomed hiking trails cleared of all underbrush with places to sit and rest and many other amenities as well. I have him dress in cargo shorts without underpants and I managed to get my hands on a light blue t-shirt that sports the logo of the high school he graduated from seven years ago.
There are only a couple cars in the parking lot when we get there, mid-morning. Perfect.
"Take off your sneakers and socks, Lamb. I want you barefoot." I have him carry a backpack with our lunch in it. What a lovely picture we present, this man taking a walk with his barefoot young nephew. The symbolism is perfect. I was thinking of making him take off his shirt but decided to let him keep wearing it. His bare feet make enough of a statement.
"Why are you barefoot, boy?"
"Because you wanted me to, Sir?"
"Don't be a wise-ass. Think, Donovan: why is it appropriate for you to walk barefoot with me?"
"It is to humiliate me, Sir?" A few people have passed us coming back from the trail and couldn't help but stare at the barefoot boy.
"In a sense, perhaps, but it's more than that. Everyone who sees you this way understands that you are decidedly inferior, that you look like an overgrown child, a high school boy who doesn't have enough sense to have something on his feet. If I could, I'd have you walk completely naked, but that wouldn't do. This is better. With every step you take you realize that I'm keeping you this way to help you understand your place in our relationship. Those bare feet are an important reminder that you will always be less than ordinary men and boys. Those bare feet are proof that I have control over your body. Those bare feet of yours help you understand."
"Understand what, Sir?"
"You tell me, Lamb. What are you learning? What are you beginning to understand?"
"That you're a man and I'm just a boi."
We walk in silence for a while. Donovan has to keep his eyes on the ground so he doesn't trip over anything on the path. This is good: it keeps his eyes lowered all the time.
I ask a provocative question. "How does it feel, knowing you're just a boi, Donovan?
"In a way, it's a relief, Sir."
"A relief? Explain, please."
"It's a relief that I don't have to be the man, Sir, like I am at work. That I can let it all go, Sir."
"Always, boi. You can let everything go except for what I want you to have. Take off the backpack and hand it to me, Lamb."
He does so and I put it on my back. "Now take off your shirt. Stick it in your pants."
After he strips it off, I say, "As close to naked as I can get you, Donovan. And I can easily reach over and take possession of a nipple, boi." I do, and squeeze hard until he yelps. "See? See what I can make you do, boi?"
"yyyyyess, Sir."
"Good. Now put your shirt back on, boi."
After he does so I point something out. "I decide what you can wear or not wear. Even in public."
He sighs and I know I'm getting through to him. I look around. No one is around. I stop and we stand still. "Open your shorts and let them drop to the ground." He looks around, nervously, then obeys. His dick is chubbing up. "I'm just trying to prove a point, Donovan." "Yes, Sir." "Good boi. Notice how much progress you've made. Your own pride used to prevent you from exposing yourself to other men, even at the gym. Now, however, I can strip you and you simply surrender to my wishes. You can pull your shorts back up, boi, but don't button the top button. Just zip up your fly. That will be enough." He does what I say. I look him over. I lift his shirt and trace his "treasure trail" with the tip of a finger. "I want you to shave this hair off and keep it off from now on, Lamb." "Yes, Sir, will do." "Of course you will, Lamb, because I told you to. I want to see your belly bare like a young boi. Some day soon you will be completely hairless except for what's on your head. I'm sure you've seen pics of bare subs, boi. Soon you'll be one of them. Start looking forward to it. Start feeling really embarrassed that you're so hairy---even though it's not much compared to most bois your age." "Should I shave it all off, Sir?" "No. I want the pleasure of doing it to you myself. In time. For now, just shave off the trail." We keep walking and come to a clearing. I walk over to a bench and sit down. Donovan goes to join me. "No, boi. Stay standing. This bench is for men only. You're not a man. You're a boi." I take off the back pack and pull out two sandwiches for our lunch. I have ham and cheese. The boi has peanut butter and jelly. Typical boi food. I unwrap it and hand him half. "Eat this, boi. Slowly." I watch him eat his sandwich. "I have a couple things to say about the email you sent me, Lamb, the one describing the three cocks you sucked in the bathroom last week." "Yes, Sir?" "First of all, concerning those boys in 320 Collins. Call them tonight and see if they'd like you to come to service them. Make sure you have the college ID I made with you in case anyone questions why you're there. Drive to their dorm barefoot. Go to them barefoot. Wear what you're wearing now. Strip off the shirt when you enter their room. If they want, take off the pants as well. Suck them off while you're naked. On your knees between their legs. Do everything they tell you to do, no matter what it is." "Yes, Sir. What if they're not available or it's not a good time for them?" "Then ask them to tell you when they'd like your service. Make note of it and go when they say." "Okay, Sir." "From now on, Lamb, you're not allowed to say `okay.' It's too casual. If I hear you say it again I will hit you." "Yes, Sir. Sorry for using the word before." "No need to be sorry for what you didn't know. You can't be guilty of breaking a rule if I haven't already given it to you." "Understand, Sir. thank you." I hand him the second half of his sandwich. "Eat this half as quickly as you can, boy. Notice that not only do I control what you eat sometimes, I also control how you eat it." I watch him shove almost the entire thing in his mouth and chuckle while watching him. I notice he's shuffling his feet. "Sit down on the ground, Donovan. Between my legs, of course." He obeys. "Another thing from your email: You told me that you made love to a guy's dick the same way you make love to mine." "Yes, Sir, I did." "A cocksucker like you must make love to each and every dick he sucks. Always imagine you're in love with the man you're blowing. I don't care who it is. Make sure you give men the best blowjobs they've ever had. You're perfectly capable of doing that, Donovan. You're a natural born cocksucker, boi." "Yes, Sir. thank you, Sir." I only packed on bottle of water. I take it from the backpack and open it. "Lean your head back and open your mouth so I can give you some water to drink, boy." When he obeys, I pour just a bit of the water into his open mouth and order him to swallow it. "As you advance in your training, Lamb, you'll learn to swallow anything I tell you to swallow." I drink some water myself. "Hold your mouth open again, boi." Once he does, I take a mouthful of water and then dribble it from my mouth into his then order him to swallow it. "Tell me, boi: what water was the best for you to have, the water straight from the bottle or the water that I gave you from my own mouth?" "The water from your mouth, Sir." "Why is that, boi? Why was it better? Think about this before you answer my question." pause "It was better because it was humiliating, Sir. Good for me, Sir." "Open your mouth again, boi." When he does, I spit into his mouth twice and then I miss his mouth and my spit lands on his cheek and starts to slide down. He reaches up to wipe it off but I grab his wrist. "Leave my spit on your face, Donovan. I want you to wear it. And now you can swallow my spit that got in your mouth, boi." I reach out my hand and help him get up off the ground. He reaches back to wipe the dirt off his backside but I tell him to just leave it there. "I'm going to let you sit down in a minute, Lamb. I want you to relax for a while, then start talking to me. Tell me what all of this is like from your point of view. Tell me why you know this is good for you. Tell me why you need to be trained the way I'm training you. Tell me anything that comes to your mind. Don't worry about anything. I'll be here for you." Wow! I outdid myself! In fact, I stand up. "Donovan Lamb, lie down all the way and relax while you're talking to me." Silence. I expected a long silence, but it wasn't even more than a minute. "Every single thing you tell me sticks inside me, deep inside. Every time you bring me into something new I tremble inside. It's like you're helping me morph into more than I ever thought I could be. So slowly, oh thank you so much, Dave, slowly and when you say something to humble me it's like this huge hand comes down out of the sky and lands on my head, pushing my face down into the ground. And it feels so right to be down there." "I'm not questioning it. I'm just trying to be like the lamb, the way you told me the lamb acts in the shepherd's hands. Everything lets go inside me and I sink into bliss. And when you hurt me, or punish me, or toy with giving me little bits of pain, I'm so glad because deep down inside I know I deserve to be punished. And I love it when it hurts afterwards, and being sore which reminds me that I'm the kind of boi who gets punished even thought I'm supposedly an adult. But you keep calling me "boi" and that really helps me surrender. And there is someone in my life who will punish me whenever he thinks I need to be taught a lesson about what I am." "I know for absolutely sure that I want this and that I want to keep going where you want to take me. I realize that you're the only person who could ever bring me into slavery because you're the only one who could do it as patiently as you're doing it. But I guess I want you to know, David, that might day I might be ready to bow to the ground before you as your total owned slave." I let him rest for a bit then gently helped him to his feet. We walked back in silence. Most of the time I had my hand resting on the back of his neck. I was able to communicate a lot through my touch. I've never been able to do that before, but for some reason it happens. Donovan Lamb just gave himself to me so I could train him to become my slave. By putting my hand on the back of his neck in that proprietary way, I already possess him and will rule over him, and even love him.
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