Major tells me to make the bed and clean up the bathroom while he gets breakfast ready. Once I'm finished I head for the kitchen. I'm almost there when I realize I probably shouldn't be up on my feet. It just feels wrong, like I'm pretending to be something I'm not. So down I go and fuck, it feels so much better to be crawling around like some man's pet and not like an ordinary person.
I hear voices from the outside office and worry because Major hasn't given me anything to wear, but then I realize the only reason I'm worrying is because I'm forgetting my place. It's not like I'm some shy college jock afraid of having strangers looking over my bare flesh. I'm a slave—or a boy training to be a slave. I'm worrying because I'm proud. I begin to understand how much I need to have my pride beaten out of me or stripped away from my sense of personhood.
Major did a lot of that last night when he told me the truth about myself while pissing on me when I was on my knees in the tub. "No self-respecting man would ever let anyone piss on him. You are not a man. You do not deserve respect. You are not ordinary. I piss on you to show you how low you are, faggot, to show you what I think of you." He aims his stream to land on top of my head, soaking my hair. He shakes off the last few drops and they land on my face while his piss is dripping down from my head and I have to close my eyes and hold my mouth shut tight so I don't have to taste it. He laughs at me. "You'll be tasting piss soon enough, faggot, don't worry. Your time is coming."
He orders me to stay there on my knees in the tub as his piss turns cold and I start shivering. "Look at me," he commands. He reaches out and wipes the piss from my eyes. I see him standing there watching me with a sneering look on his face. "Consider what you are," he says to me. Not "who" but "what."
He lays his towel on the floor and orders me to get out of the tub and get on all fours on the towel. His piss is drying on me and the smell is getting stronger. He sticks a foot by my head. "Lick my foot, slave. Learn to love licking feet just as much as you love sucking dick. It's what you're here for."
My mind comes back to the present. I crawl into the kitchen. Major has the table set for the two of us for breakfast. I pause by what I think will be my seat and wait for instructions how to get up and sit at the table.
"That place isn't for you, slave. It's for a friend who'll be here any minute. Go kneel in the corner until I need you. Make sure you keep your legs spread. Remember: everything between your legs belongs to me. You must never touch down there or hide it from your Superiors.."
There's a knock at the door. "It's open! Come right in." The door opens and the man walks in. When he sees me kneeling naked on the corner, he turns look me over. "Not bad this one," he says. Major explains, "It's just getting started. It has great potential. But as you know, it takes time to develop the right mental attitude. Without the right mindset, it's a constant struggle to get a faggot like this to behave the way it should."
"Spread those legs wider, faggot." The guy who just came in walks right over to me and starts toying with my balls with his foot. He kicks me lightly. And explores my tolerance. Once I start grunting from his kicks, he stops. "Not bad.," he says. "It didn't automatically try to protect itself. That's pretty good. You are to be commended, My friend."
I realized, Sadly enough, that he is not complimenting me. Curious. He's complimenting the man who's training me. All of this adds to my sense of having my personhood stripped from me. And I realize that it's good for me to find out what it means to me to be treated this way? Holy fucking shit!
Sub Protocols: Rules for bois. Number 5c: When naked, a sub always keeps its legs spread.
Cab puts eggs and bacon and toast on a plate. He givea it to his friend. Then he plates food for himself. "Come lick our feet while we're eating.," he orders me. "It's the beginning of your breakfast."
I curl under the table with my blood pounding through me from what he's making me feel. I hadn't realized that. This other fellow?-- I don't know his name yet.--has removed his shoes and SOCKS. and I can smell the fact that he hasn't bathed recently.
"What the fuck are you waiting for, faggot?" Go lick up the smell from his feet. Get them wet. And suck off the liquid, clean his feet for him like the dog you are. Do a good job or I'll whip your ass right here in the kitchen."
OMG! The smell has a salty taste. And all I can think of is the bacteria I'm taking into my mouth. But it just doesn't seem to matter. Meanwhile, I can hear them eating and talking. discussing some kind of business that just doesn't interest me. He nudges my face with his foot and orders me to take care of him now. This is much easier because we recently showered. While I'm licking his feet, I have a flashback to that time when I was licking Cab's feet. Wow. Covered in his dried piss. At least my body is clean now.
He takes his plate and puts it on the floor in front of me. There are bits of egg and even a bit of bacon still on the plate. He orders me to bend down and lick it clean. He gives me the other plate as well, and there's more to eat on that plate. I've become well aware of the fact that I am licking the leftovers from the dirty plates of the men whose feet I licked while they were eating. This is what it means to be trained.
Major gets up from the table. He takes a bowl from alongside the stove. He puts it down on the floor. "Here's the rest of your breakfast. Slave gruel. Eat all of it." Suddenly, I am `on stage.' The two of them are sitting back watching me behaving like a puppy. Both of them are holding their crotches and caressing themselves. And it is clear to me that these are the kind of men who really get off on humiliating inferior boys. There were guys like them in my class all through school and sure enough, they liked to find ways to tease me and humiliate me. These two men here are evidence of what those guys would grow up to be like. Maybe they get off on doing it to girls and not to boys, but it doesn't matter. It's all the same. This is how a sub deserves to be treated. This is how a sub NEEDS to be treated.
Once I've cleaned the kitchen after breakfast, Major and Duke--I finally learned his name--come back into the kitchen holding sweatpants and a T-shirt. They dress me. I am not allowed to dress myself, I guess. We go for a ride through the countryside. I'm allowed to sit in the back seat and not on the floor. It's a lovely day and the scenery is wonderful. We come to a parking area and they park the car. The three of us get out of the car. I am barefoot, of course. We take a walk through the woods with me being careful about where I step.
As we walk through the woods, I'm aware of the fact that there are other men around walking. Apparently they're cruising for something. I do see one boy on his knees sucking someone off. And I hear sounds of somebody else being spanked.
We come to a small clearing. "This looks like a good place," says Major. He orders me to strip. Duke takes my clothing from me. He orders me down on my knees, sitting back with my legs spread the same way I was in the kitchen before. He puts an iron collar around my neck., locking it in back. He chains me to the tree behind me. Then he takes handcuffs from the sack he's holding and he cuffs my hands behind my back. "I'm leaving these a little loose because you've been a good boy." he tells me. And then the two of them walk off. leaving me there naked, exposed, kneeling and chained to a tree with my hands cuffed behind my back and an iron collar around my neck.
Men pass by, some of them looking at me. One guy walks right up to me. He reaches out to check out my collar. Then he slaps my face a little and sticks his thumb in my mouth and orders me to suck. Before long, his thumb is replaced with his hard dick. About 6 inches long, just long enough to hit my gag spot. He doesn't do that too often, but just enjoys fucking my face until at last he shoots a load. Into my mouth. And it's obvious to me that this is not the first time he's jerked off today. There wasn't much to swallow.
He was the first of many. Most of the men who come by to use me were pretty nice about it. Nonetheless, there are a couple of dudes who smack me around. Kick my balls. Spit at me. Two men stand there looking at me for a while were talking about why they thought it was that I hadn't been shaved. This thing keeps coming up and I know that. I guess it's rather strange that I still have hair in places where slaves are usually not allowed to have hair. It's really strange the way my mind is being developed because I realize that when men look at me the way they are, I am actually humiliated by the fact that no one has cared for me enough to shave me bare, that they haven't decided I was worth the trouble. This makes me very sad.
I'm amazed at the way I find myself thinking at times. Nobody is trying to brainwash me., They're just putting me into situations that obviously are affecting the way I'm learning to think about myself.
As the sun starts going down, the mosquitoes are coming out and this is the worst torture of all. My hands are bound. I can't do anything to fight them away. And I'm getting bit. And this is making me feel more helpless than ever before. And, I must confess, I actually start crying. Just when I think the worst is happening, a fat old man walks up to me carrying a riding crop. He keeps watch over me, and when mosquitoes land on me, he slaps them away with a blow from his crop. All over me. And when one landed on the head of my dick, he hit me there and I hollered out really loud.
Finally, Major came by with Duke and the two of them took the chain, the colla,r and the cuffs off me. They dressed me again, and we walked out of the woods with Major holding my hand and telling me how proud he was of me.
When we get back to the house., Duke can tell I'm very thirsty. He sys something to Major about it. The two of them take bottles of water. I get plenty to drink--from their mouths, of course. I'm not the least bit surprised about this. They have me crawl to the bathroom and then stand up in the tub. Major chains my hands over the shower rod. He tells me to spread my legs. Both of them work at shaving my bare armpits. My pubes.
All of the hair around my balls, between my legs. After that they unchained my hands and have me bend over and spread my cheeks and then I feel them shaving my asshole, even though I really don't think there's any hair back there. I think the symbolism of this scraping my flesh bare is what they want me to understand. Now no part of this body is free, not ever again. It is always owned and controlled by some superior being. Of everything that happened, the most surprising and unexpected thing of all was the fact that while he was with us, Duke kept getting more and more affectionate, and to my great surprise, I really liked it not as a sub, but just as a lonely boy who never really was treated anywhere near as nicely as Duke was treating me.
"You are a beautiful boy and a good boy," he told me, "And I want to show you somethings that you obviously don't know anything about. Even a slave like you, with all your masochistic needs and urges, will still be a better sub if from time to time someone treats you like you are really special and precious and beloved."
He confused me. He made me feel a little uncomfortable, especially because the places in my body that were sore from what they're doing to me suddenly seem pleasurable just like the things he's making me feel when he touches me and kisses me and rubs me with his face. The other thing that surprises me is that I don't seem to have any desire to serve him sexually. I mean, that I would do anything he told me to do of course, but it seems that all he wants to do is kiss me and let me drink from his mouth and cuddle me without hurting me in any way. I'm really liking it, although I know that I could never deal with this if it were the only thing that ever happened to me. I would have to go off and find somebody to beat me up in dark alley somewhere or something dangerous like that.
Duke takes me and rubs oil all over every area on my body where they just shaved. "It feels so wonderful, baby, to feel how nice and smooth your baby's skin is and especially right all the parts of your body that men have hair but you look like a little boy." And he kisses me. And he toys with my cock in a way that makes me feel how boy-like I am mow. "Correct me if I'm wrong little boy, but I think you are probably more humiliated when men see your little dick, your little hairless dick then when they see that you're bare like a 10 year old. You are so much less than a man, boy, and that is all you will ever be. We will keep you this way for all time because this is the way we enjoy having you. Naked and bare and obedient and cute as a button and cuddly and so appreciative of any nice thing a superior does for you in any way, because you know deep down inside that you deserve nothing but discipline and punishment."
I'm a bit shaken up because he never really has said anything to remind me of my low status, that he usually doesn't do anything to humiliate me in the least bit. I can't say for sure, but I kind of suspect that he was spoken to, that maybe Major and Cab put a limit to how sweet he could be with me and they wanted to make him continue pounding away at my sense of who I am. I'm not stupid. I realize that this is all part of my training. Even sweetness has to be humiliating, otherwise the delicate work they are doing to reframe my mind will be impeded.
Something else happened that I'm really going to have to think about some more after what Duke did to me tonight. I'm really starting to wish I would be caged and have it all over with. He kissed me and toyed with me and toyed with me and got me coo-ing and then he talked hot to me the way he's been doing while he was stroking and toying with my dick right to the point where I was almost ready to explode and then he let go and sat back and watched me.
"Relax every muscle in your body. Breathe deeply, and as you exhale, let go of every single thread of thought you have that you deserve to have an orgasm like men do. Surrender your right, because when it comes to that little dick, you have no right for anything other than what we want you to have."
He's not going to let me cum. Damn it! I'm ready to explode and I can't do anything about it. Tears came to my eyes. He kissed them away then folded me into his arms and before long I was sound asleep. When I woke up in the morning, he was gone. Major came in and pulled the covers off my body and then started hitting me with a strap until I got down on the ground groveling and once again I was a slave needing to be trained and obviously needing regular discipline and punishment and damn it, I am well aware that this is the only way I would ever be able to live.
That's all until next time.
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