Rules for bois

By Robert Louis / Robert Halstead

Published on Sep 13, 2024

Gay

"Please Sir, train me." I couldn't believe I said that out loud.

He took both his hands and held my head in them. "I am, child, I am. Now keep your mouth open like a good boy."

He reached over to the case lying on the couch beside him. He opened it up and took out some kind of rubber ball that had straps hanging from it. He held the ball to my mouth. "Bite down gently on this." I did so. It was easy to bite down on. Something soft covered by plastic. Right away he took the two straps and wrapped them around the back of my head and fastened them together. He had gagged me.

"I don't want to hear any more words out of you, boy. You've said more than enough. Take your hands and put them behind your head. Feel how the straps were put together, just like the buckle of a belt. This is what's called a ball gag. I like using it with babies like you because you can bite down when you need to. Now raise your elbows higher so I can look at your armpits."

He just keeps finding ways to make me feel even more naked than I already am. I've exposed my freaking armpits to him because he told me to. No part of me is gonna be hidden from him.

"those pits need to be shaved," he says, taking some of my hair in his fingers and gently tugging on it. "A sub's body should be bare. No hair in places real men have hair. For now it will just have to do. I've got a lot of other things in mind for you tonight." He reaches for my other nipple and soon has me groaning behind my gag and yes, I am biting down on it. It's better than biting my lip when he pushes the pain until there are tears in my eyes.

"Hold out your hand in front, palm up." He shows me what he means and I do it. "don't forget what I told you before, pup. Either keep those eyes lowered or I'll blindfold you. Both hands out front now. Same way." I can feel him reaching to his side again. He picks up something that looks like a flat wooden paddle. He taps it lightly on my left hand then raises it and slams it down pretty hard. I pull back my hand and make a weird noise. I was trying to gasp, I think.

"Put it back where I want it. Keep putting it back, offering it to me, boy. You begged me to train you, so show me how good and obedient you can be, even when I'm hurting you. Take the pain from me, Greg. I want you to find out what it's like to take a beating from your Master. I can't do that if you keep pulling away from me. Pull it away again and you'll be sorry."

I tentatively hold it out again, hardly able to breathe. He hits me again and I yelp inside, pull away just a little but then stick it right back out there, scared as fuck. "That's a little better, faggot. Take what I give you,." CRASH! down it comes again. Tears leak but this time I keep it where it is. "See? Already you learn how to behave. This is what it means to be trained." With that, he starts on the other hand, tapping, then hitting twice hard and fast and I pull away. Immediately he slaps me hard across the face with his free hand.

"Oh come on, you little baby. Hold that hand out. You know exactly what I want, exactly what you fucking need to do, faggot, so do it. Or else I'll just bring you back home and you can find someone else to waste his time on you."

I'm fucking determined in spite of myself. I hold it out there and refuse to look at him, trying to brace myself for what I know is coming down on me. Twice! Shit! Snot comes from my nose and I hold my sore hands together afraid he'll punish me but I can't take the pain any more.

He takes a black handkerchief out of his back pocket and holds it to my nose. "Blow." I do so. He wipes my nose like I'm a fucking three-year-old. "Hands back behind your back again. Keep them there or I'll beat them some more. Every fucking inch of your body is available for me, boy. A sub gives its entire body to the Dom who wants it. All of it, faggot."

He stops speaking. Just sits there watching me. "What a nice sight you are, boy. All naked and gagged, kneeling before me showing me your little dick and your balls between your legs spread wide, your sore hands held tight behind your back, waiting for what I decide to do to you next."

He reaches up behind my head and unstraps the gag, taking it from my mouth. He takes that handkerchief and uses it to wipe my mouth. Then he gives me a finger to suck on again for a while, using the nails on his other fingers to run down my chest and belly marking me up faintly like chalk on a black board. I make funny noises in response even though I'm still sucking his finger for all I'm worth.

"Kneel up straight." He takes his finger out of my mouth, cups his hand and holds it down low, somewhere near my crotch. "Give me your balls, bitch. Put them into my hand." It take some doing, but I manage to get up on one bent leg so I can maneuver. "Be aware of every move you make, boy. Give me those balls. They are not yours. They belong to me. Let me have them."

Once in place, he wraps his whole hand around my sac and starts to pull it away from my body. "don't fucking move. Keep your position. Those balls belong to me. I want to pull them off your fucking body. You have no use for them any longer."

Heavy breathing on my part and I fight to hold myself back while he pulls on me and it hurts because he keeps squeezing tighter and tighter. Finally, I cry out. He drops them immediately and it actually hurts when they seem to pull back into my body. "Every part of you is a toy for your Dom. Be grateful to the man who wants to use you." then he slaps my dick. Hard. "This too. It's not there for your pleasure. You have to learn to forget all about that. One of these days some Dom is going to lock it up in a cage so it can't distract you from your purpose—to give pleasure to a man's cock, not a boy's little dick." He slaps me again and I cry out and quickly force myself to say "thank you, Sir."

"good boy. You're learning to think right. A faggot like you should always thank a man who takes any interest in you. Now be a good faggot and take my cock out of my pants. show me how good a cocksucker you can be. Obviously, you can use your hands."

It's hard to open up his pants because my hands are still really sore and my fingers aren't working too well. Finally I get them open and reach inside for his cock which, I discover, is already hard and leaking.

"Get your faggot mouth in there and clean off the head of my dick. Hurry."

I rush in, trying to just lose my mind in pleasuring him and tasting his salty pre-cum. He takes his own hands and helps me get him open. His dick is not too large but thick and veiny and the head of his dick is almost purple it's so tight. "Show the head of my dick what a faggot you are. Mouth and tongue."

I concentrate on doing exactly what he orders me to do trying to forget everything else except his cock. Grateful for it. Grateful that he's allowing me to find out how strong it is, how far superior to anything between my own legs. For a while there, I'm not sure if I'm thinking these things in my mind or if he's actually saying them to me, planting them in my memory.

He reaches down to let his pants slip to the floor then starts fucking my mouth with his hands back up on my head. He fucks me skillfully, probing my throat more and more deeply until he finds exactly where my gag reflex kicks in. He keeps pulling back then pushing back in to hear me gag. "I like hearing a sub boy gag on my cock. Shows me how much it wants to prove what a slut it is for D. You should practice gagging on D as much as you can, faggot."

Sub Protocols: Rules for bois. Number 94: Most Doms enjoy hearing a sub gag.

He keeps it up until the tears from my eyes start dripping down my face. It feels like every time he makes me gag it sets more tears loose. And shit, he keeps this up for a long time. Finally he stops and pulls out of my mouth.

"show me something, boy: Show me how you suck when I do this." And he reaches out and grabs both my nipples and fuck does he hurt me. Right away I dive back down on his cock like a fucking maniac, wanting to suck it harder and faster and deeper than ever.

"that's right, faggot. A true dick-hungry cocksucker always sucks better when in pain."

He lets me work his cock for a while longer then pulls out of my mouth again. "all fours, faggot, the way you were when you crawled in here before."

I don't know what it is about being in this position before him, but for some reason it sends waves of humiliation through me. Only a slave would ever take this position in front of an ordinary man.

He takes a soft leather-type strap from his case, stands up, puts one hand on the back of my neck and starts slapping my ass with the strap, not too hard, but over and over at a steady rhythm and the pain sets in warm and then getting hotter and biting into my ass in a way I never felt before. Holy shit! I'm getting my ass strapped like a naughty school boy. A couple of times I shout "ow" and other times I start grunting and moaning while biting my lower lip and breathing in between my teeth.

"That's right, faggot. Boys like you should be spanked on a regular basis. Every night if possible. I think I'll make a line up of local Doms who can take you over their knees, maybe set up a rotating schedule. Just to make sure your ass stays nice and sore, just like those nipples. Get used to it, faggot. It should always hurt a little to have to sit down. Keeps you remembering what you are."

Sub Protocols: Rules for bois/ Number 120: Masochistic subs should be spanked on a regular basis to help regulate their emotions.

Just when I'm about to start outright crying, he throws down the strap. "Get your fucking mouth over here and show me how you suck dick after getting your ass whipped."

I jump to obey, grateful that he stopped spanking me, but also realizing how turned on I am and how much I want to show him just how much he's conquering me.

"Come on, faggot, milk my cock good. Get your mouth filled up with my juicy cum and then feel it slide down your faggot throat. Drink the cum of the man who just beat you and taught you what you are.!"

Sure enough, with those words his cock swells up and then starts spewing his juice into my mouth,. I'm still not completely used to taking loads in my mouth and I come close to gagging a bit but quickly try to swallow. Shit! I'm afraid to do something to make him need to punish me. Fuck. I say "need to punish me," not "want to punish me." Not sure what that means. I'll think about it some other time.

Once he's through with me he stands up and makes me dress him again. As soon as he's all set, he points to the door of his house. "Time to send you home, boy." I crawl to the door, very confused about how I feel being sent home this way. I pick up my underpants from the ground, but he stops me. "I'll get the clothes. Stand up and walk out to your car. You'll leave here naked. I'm not interested in seeing you get dressed. Get out there and walk to your car. I took the keys from your pocket. I'll unlock the door for you. Just get in. Careful when your ass hits the seat. It's gonna hurt."

This is unfuckingbelievable, being outside naked like this. Good thing the house is remote from the others. I open the door and he's fucking right. It hurts like hell to sit down. Once I'm inside he tosses all my clothes at me then shuts my car door.

"Head out naked. It's only appropriate for you to leave my house this way. I don't give a shit what you do about getting dressed once you're off my property."

And that's that. fuck. As hot as it was, I feel like I'm missing out on something. I fucking wish I had someone to hold me tonight. I pull off to the side of the road because I can't see through my tears to drive. I get my shirt on and try to sort out my underpants, but it's too awkward to pull them up my legs. I just give up, dry my eyes on my bvd's and pull out into the street again. I start heading for home when all of a sudden there are flashing lights behind me. fuck. I'm being stopped by a cop, and I'm still half naked. I pull off into a cul de sac and the police car is right alongside me. He gets out of his car and walks over to me. I'm fucking terrified. What the fuck will he do to me if he sees I don't have any pants on?

The guy in the passenger seat gets out of the police car. He comes over to my window. I lower it. "Get out of the car, boy, and get dressed. I'll cover you." Holy fucking shit! It's Major!!!!! "come on, faggot. don't fucking take all night. Just get your pants up. You can drive barefoot. You've done it before."

I don't know what the fuck is going on, but it seems that some of the more, um, demanding men I'm meeting seem to have connections in all sorts of directions. What this fucking planned? Did Cab set this up? And who is the cop driving the car? Too many fucking questions for me to figure out now. My mind is blown.

So I get my pants on and get back into the car and shit it hurts to sit again. "Open the other door. You can give me a ride back to my car," he tells me. And so I drive to the marina for the second time, still barefoot. Once we get there he orders me to come in with him. "Park and turn off the engine. Come inside with me," he orders and I have no thought of disobeying him, no matter what's gonna happen to me now.

Shit, I hope he doesn't want to work me over any more. I've had my limit, I think. And I'm still being deprived of any aftercare even though I've read it's important, even though I'm aching for at least a nice hug after everything I've been through tonight.

He leads me through the showroom again back into the wide office and through the back to—lo and behold!—a nice bedroom with a very large bed.

"Get naked, boy. Then get in bed."

What now, I wonder. I watch as he strips himself then gets in bed behind me. "Any boy brave enough to get his ass whipped deserves to sleep in someone's arms," he tells me, and this blows my mind because he didn't seem even the least bit affectionate the first night he had me with him.

and you know what? I'm so fucking exhausted, and so affection-needy right now, that I don't even give a thought to having to get home. I let him hold me in his arms and then the damn bursts and I'm crying like a baby with my face buried in his neck.

"that's right, boy. Let it all out. You're a good boy. You're learning what you need to learn, what it means to be a faggot for Alpha men. Training's tough sometimes, I know. You're doing just fine. I'll promised Cab I'd take care of you tonight for him. We often take care of each other's boys after we're done with them. And don't worry about your folks. Danny let them know you were helping out a friend in trouble and would be spending the night with him."

He holds me in his arms. First time ever feeling anything like this, so warm, so safe, so valued, getting my back rubbed while my ass is still glowing hot and very sore.

What a strange world I'm stepping into. Can't even tell who's soft and who's hard, who's sweet and who's sour and who likes to take care of worn out sub boys kicked out of a Dom's house stark naked into the night.

Damn. I sleep like a baby. All through the night. In the morning, Major fucks me. Then we shower together because things ended up rather messy. "It's all part of your sub life, boy," he tells me. "Sometimes a man can't wait for you to get clean so he'll literally fuck the shit out of you. It's easy to clean up after. Nothing to be ashamed of; nothing to get punished for. Just be grateful he's not making you clean him up with your tongue."

That's all until next time.

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Next: Chapter 6


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