EIGHT. Brock's POV; Colton gets a slave
This is what Colton wrote to add to the story:
Brock is thinking:
"I know I made the right decision when I decided to recruit this kid—well, not exactly a kid, but certainly a twink. 22 years old and a freshman in college, and what a wild background! Imagine it: the faggot sold itself on the streets of the city in order to earn enough money to put himself through school. Talk about determination. Talk about actually training himself as a submissive. Talk about the potential. Yes, indeed, this faggot admits it was born to serve superior men. It might make an excellent fratslave.
Even though my arm and shoulder are aching now, it was well worth the effort to whip the boy. He writhed so beautifully under the lashes as I watched my whip write upon his creamy smooth skin in red ink. And oh my, what an awesome sight is was to watch the boy dance at the whipping post. All 25 lashes in one afternoon. That was quite a surprise considering the fact that the faggot had never been whipped before. Like I said earlier, its determination will be an asset and will help it get through the pledging process.
After I showered I just sat back on my bed with the door open, waiting for him (it!) to come through my door. It's been a while since I've been serviced by a slave shortly after it's been whipped. This will be exquisite both for me and for the slave—well, I guess I should say "potential slave," but I have few doubts about this one.
He comes to the door. "Turn around, boy." There are only two places on its body that required bandaging—one on its right ass check, the second on the back of its left leg. Good.
"Stand right there, slaveboy. Put your hands on the doorframe level with your shoulders. I want to take a pic of how your body's been marked by my whip. It's truly a work of art. Your flesh took the beating well. This picture will be part of your file. We'll probably post it to our Members only webpage as well."
I snap a series of pictures then make the boy turn around so I can take a pic of its face and those red eyes that still have a trace of tears in them.
"Come to the bed, boy. don't be shy. You can start by licking the bottoms of my feet. Ever done anything with feet before, faggot? . . . No? . . . Good. Your pain will help you obey. Go on, lick my feet, faggot. All over. Suck each one of my toes as if it were a cock. Clean between my toes as well—sure, they're already clean from my shower but it's important for you to get your tongue in there and show me how grateful you are that I whipped you, how obedient you are now that you know what it's like to be punished by a Member. . . .That's right, faggot . . . . use a lot of spit. Get my feet wet then lick them dry."
"Lose yourself on my feet. Lose your pride, lose any notion that you're an ordinary young man. You're not ordinary, boy. Damn, even before you begin pledging you know you're already a slave. You don't have to wait until we call you fratslave. I believe you were born to serve us. I want you to service feet and cocks as often as you can over the next two weeks. Train that mouth and tongue of yours to give pleasure to men's bodies. Everywhere and anyhow. That's your purpose in life, faggot."
"Just look at you: your body's been marked up with my whip and my strap, your face is covered with tears and snot, a couple of welts have been bandaged because they started bleeding and you're kneeling at the foot of my bed servicing my feet with your mouth. Keep licking and sucking, faggot. Get lost in your work. No matter how tired or bored you might get, keep it up, faggot."
"If you slack off I'll call another Member to lay a strap over your welts and ignite fresh fires in your flesh. Go on, faggot. Learn to eat feet. Learn to crave the feeling of toes in your mouth. I know you're a cocksucker, but right now you're not worthy of my dick unless you're ready to put it in your mouth so I can piss down your throat."
I pause a while and just let myself enjoy the twink's service. I realize something: the slave needs to be conditioned to understand the word Member as a synonym for Master. Every Member is this slave's Master. That's what it's being groomed to think.
"Have you ever tasted piss, fag boy? You will, you know. I'm going to turn you into a common urinal for the entire frat. You're going to drink and swallow. We're gonna piss in your mouth and make you gargle with it. That's how low you're going to become by the time we're done turning you into a disgusting pig and keeping you that way for the rest of your fucking life.
"Sometimes we'll turn you out to labor naked on one of our farms or ranches, to muck out stables and get covered in dirt and sweat and horseshit. They'll clean you off with hoses and cold water. Cowboys are going to spitroast you, one on each end and as soon as one stud is done with you another will take his place.
"Think about it for the next two weeks. Fantasize about it while you jerk off. Cry because you want it so much. Cry because you finally realize that you were born a slave. It's just that now we're setting your inner slave free to take over your entire existence."
Finally Brock is satisfied that the slave has learned its lesson. He orders it to squat alongside his bed. "Okay, Spike---that was your name when you were a whore, right?" Spike nods his head. "I know you have a lot of questions. Now's your chance to ask them. Keep squatting. Feel the pain in your ass as your skin is pulled by the position you're in. From the midst of your pain ask your questions, boy.
Spike has trouble remembering what he wanted to ask because so much has happened. Brock understands this and waits patiently for the boy to remember what he wanted to know. Finally he speaks.
"Sir, I'm afraid my roommate is going to find out what's going on with me. He knows I'm gay and he's not cool about it. I was even thinking of asking for a change."
"---Don't bother. The day you become a pledge you'll be living here. We'll strip your room for you and take care of the roommate situation. We have contacts in the college so don't worry about anything. As far as the money you paid in advance, unfortunately that's all lost. It's already too late to back out. But I have to tell you this right up front. As a pledge and if you are accepted as
a fratslave, you never have to worry about money again in your life." "I already told you we'll manage your savings. That's all part of the deal. We'll take care of everything for you. In essence, you'll be dropping off the grid--out of life as most people know it. It's almost like you're entering the military or some kind of secret religious order where the organization handles the ordinary details of life. We don't want you to have to worry about any of that. We want you to be free to put all of your focus and all of your attention on giving pleasure to your Masters. Make sense?"
"wow. Yes, Sir. Makes good sense. It goes on my "Pro" column as I try to make up my mind. Oh, I just thought of something else: what about my family? I really don't care for any of them."
"---We have a counselor who will handle that situation with you. If absolutely necessary, you'll be given the time you need for family matters. Again, I'm telling you the same thing: don't worry. We'll take care of it."
"Would you please refresh my memory? What did you say about masturbation?"
"--faggot pledges are not caged and there are no restirictions to masturbation. That will all cease when you are finally accepted as a fratslave. You'll be be permanently caged for the rest of your years with us. We advise you to wean yourself of the habit long before that happens so the shock of being caged does not distress you as much as it will if you continue to jerk off whenever you have a chance when still a pledge."
"Am I allowed to have sex with guys on campus when I'm at school?"
---"Absolutely. Suck cock and make sure you beg them to let you lick their feet clean. Word is already being spread around campus that you're a cocksucker and a footlicker. Even your roommate might decide to give you a try. Blow every single guy on campus who wants your service. Suck your roommate's cock every night this week if he wants. Lick his feet clean if that's all he'll let you do. Humble yourself completely before him.
--"Remember that he doesn't suspect that you'll soon be moving out. Keep in mind, however, that you're only allowed to take care of your studies between 8 am and 6 pm and that's also true when you become a fratslave. All your fucking around will have to be during that time as well. And if your grades slip, you'll find yourself back at the whipping post. I'm warning you: everything below B+ will be punished."
So now it's time to help the faggot get some sleep. Two of my friends stop by to have a look at the boy and see how he's doing. Already endorphins are kicking in; we can see it in his eyes. Martin brings the boy a chocolate frappe that he doctored up. He orders him to drink it. He soon has trouble keeping his eyes open. Perfect. He'll sleep well right here where I can keep an eye on him. Sometimes after a boy gets whipped for the first time he'll have nightmares. Hopefully the frappe he drank will prevent that from happening. He should enjoy a peaceful dreamless sleep. And I'll be right here. Just in case.
Tomorrow I'll romance the faggot before setting it free. It will be good to have that as its last—and best—experience with me this weekend. Then I'll set the faggot free and wait to see if it has the guts to take the next step. I have little doubt about this. This kid will soon surrender itself into our hands. And we know just how to groom a boy like him to become one of our slaves, hopefully for the rest of its life.
By the way, we had news just the other day that our oldest fratslaves finally died. 86 years old. Sucked cock almost every day of his life, right up until pancreatic cancer did him in. Fortunately it was a quick death and we made sure it was painless. Two of his youthful Masters were at his bedside laying their hands on him and tell him what a good boy he'd been all of his life. He knew he was loved right through to the very end. There really is a good side to all of this. Some day maybe I'll say more about the good parts."
. . . . .
This concludes Colton's part of the narrative. Once he's finished he calls Dante and wiggles his bare toes, signaling what kind of service he wants. With Dante at his feet again, Colton reads him what he just finished writing. Then he lets the slave sit back so they can chat.
"Wow, Sir! Just wow. You really dug deeply into that boy's mind and soul. You pulled it right down into the depths of its slavery. Actually, I found it inspiring in a way?"
"Inspiring. How so, baby?"
"As you read it to me I imagined that you were really speaking directly to me---me, here now and you, here now—and it taught me a lot about what it would mean to be your slave."
"Interesting. I didn't think of that when I was writing. I was only putting myself into Brock's mindset. But yes, I guess. Now, YES, I'm sure, Dante. I was writing as Brock but now, as Colton, I realize that a lot of it is there to help train you. But if we experiment with this, never forget that being my slave does not in any way obliterate the love I have for you. All five years of our love. Never forget that. Sure, you're a slave as much as you think you can be. But also sure, you are my lover, my beloved, my cherished pet, my sweet innocent little boy, . . ... . "
"And your servant, your slave, your victim, your prisoner, your subject, your cocksucker, your obedient brat, your urinal . . ." Dante catches himself. "did I really say that?"
"And you really mean all of that, boy?"
"Yes, I guess I do. But the last part . . . . please go easy."
"Sure. I'm not even sure I want to use you that way. What matters however is that you just admitted to me that you will submit if I decide I want that. Your submissive attitude is what gives me the most pleasure. it's an existential pleasure. It's also a solemn pleasure, almost like you're praying to me when you obey me."
Dante lets out a huge sigh. "Oh wow, Colon. Just wow. I . . I . . . I really want . . . . to be all that for you." He lowers his head and kneels there with his hands at his sides in a submissive posture that gives Colton a tremendous jolt of pleasure. The kind of pleasure that Brock feels when he's working and training fratslaves.
"All in due time, Dante. All in due time. Put away your expectations. Just take what comes, what I give you, how I order you to serve me. Be a blank slate for me to write upon. You don't determine how quickly these things become part of our life together. I do. And I am not as impulsive as you are, sweetheart. You know that."
"Yes, Sir, I now it well. But I've been pretty good lately, haven't I?"
"You've been very good, baby. Stay that way. You're not a horny 19-year-old any more."
"And thank God for that. I can't believe some of the things I got involved in back then, how much danger I kept toying with."
"Like meeting a Dom in a bathhouse and then going home with him even though you knew he was going to train you how to endure being tortured?"
"that was a damn good time, sir. I can't deny it. And he was totally safe. A real pro at it. Literally. Don't forget: he was a real bdsm hooker."
"But you didn't know that in advance. It could have been a disaster. Admit it, Dante. Look at things with your more mature eyes."
"Ok, yes. I grant it. After that I never went home with anyone I met in the baths or the clubs. I only played right there." "Until I came along."
"You bathed me in gentleness and sweetness, Master. That's how you ensnared me. It was something I had never experienced before. The taste of it was elegant. It quickly spread through my entire being, this feeling you gave me. I realized it would conquer me. Like you have. Like you are, my love."
"It's a good thing for a sub like you to have someone you can worship without having to hold yourself back for fear of seeming too eager. Your eagerness thrills me in the depths of my being. Your tears drench my parched spirit. Your sobs raise me high above every other sadist that ever lived because I'm not a sadist. I'm a lover."
He continues. "I'll give you pain because you need it, because your psyche somehow turns that pain into love. The "demon" inside you that drives you into the depths of your own darkness so that you beg for subjugation, humiliation, and punishment; you crave it all. You're not real unless it's part of your life. I'll walk over you, boy, and you'll give yourself up to me. You'll make me powerful, and the power I'll feel when I look down—always down—on you is intoxicating. I'll tower over you and you lick the sweat and stink from my body after I'll whip you because it is the best way you'll know to thank me for what I had just done to you. The welts on your body will give tribute to me. They'll write my name, brand it into you with each lash and with every scream."
"I'll invite my friends to come look at your body to see what you'll willingly bear for me because it completes you. They don't understand any of that but they'll be impressed with what I'llI do to you. Always impressed with me, boy, never with you. Never will you ever receive a word of praise from an onlooker. The only one who can praise you is me, and there is a very high price set for my praise and you alone can afford it. You alone love me. I'llI own you, I'll possess you, I'll Master you, I'll punish you, I'll bind you, lock you up, I'll restrict every aspect of your life, I'll cherish you and I'll love you more than anyone will ever love you, not ever."
Dante weeps quietly and raises his eyes so his husband will see his tears and know what it would be like to be his Master.
END OF CHAPTER EIGHT
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