My parents sat me down the next day and told me that they were impressed with the way I took care of my friend the night before, and that they decided they would no longer expect me to be home every night. "You're almost 20 years old. We respect your need to be independent. Since you're not planning on going to college, we'll be happy to help you get the training you need so you can support yourself. As for us, I want you to know that we've decided to move to Canada so your father can accept a wonderful opportunity in Toronto that requires us moving up there and we're excited about building a new life for ourselves now that we'll soon have an empty nest. We're not giving this house up, we'll keep it in our name for now, but otherwise, please just consider it yours for as long as you want."
Wow. Things like this usually only come true in fairy tales! But here I are. First I have to get a job. What the hell do I want to do? I've given no thought to finding a career. Right now, my goal wasn't anything I could tell them about. I'm not looking for a career; I'm seeking a new identity.
And that might be as a slave.
I need to talk to Danny about all this, but I know better than to call him before 2 pm. He likes to sleep in the days after he closes the bar. When I finally get to call and give him the news , he has news for me as well. He and Jack and Major talked about someone bringing me to the event at the Cellblock. They decided that Duke would be the one take me there. He'd watch out for me. I'm to obey him in all things.
On the one hand, I was excited that I was going to get to go but disappointed that Duke would be taking charge of me. After all, he's not really into the whole scene himself. In fact, I'm surprised that he'd be willing to go at all,
"Why Duke?" I asked.
. . . from Sub Protocols: Rules for bois, Number 14: "Always beg permission to ask a question;" Number 7: "A superior always knows best; Number 9: "A sub does not have the right to question a decision made by two or more superiors."
Danny knows about the rules but doesn't take them seriously since it's not his scene. Nonetheless, he takes me to task for blurting out a question the way I did. "You really need to study the handbook Jack and the others told you to study. They're inclined to be somewhat lenient with you for now, but sooner or later you're gonna find yourself bent over a spanking bench for blurting out a question without thinking things over like a good sub. And as much as you think you're into getting spanked, there's a huge difference between a sub being spanked for sexual thrills and a slave getting punished for forgetting its place."
Shit. I skimmed over the Rules, but still, I should know better. Jack, Cab, Danny and Major decided Duke is taking me to the Cellblock. I have no right to question it. Fuck.
Gulp! I really have to get used to the idea that I'm not in charge any longer. Gotta learn to let go and trust that the Alphas naturally take charge, especially because I'm still wet behind the ears and because I fucking NEED to be controlled by superiors. Still, it's hard to get used to.
So anyway, I apologize to Danny and wait to see what he'll say next. "Listen, kid: They're looking out for you, not trying to make arbitrary decisions just because they like taking charge of things. Duke is the best one for you because he's not going to want to get involved in whatever's going on there. He'll keep his eye on you at all times. He's well aware of what you are; he's well aware of how naïve you are about things. He's not going to get jealous if some Dom wraps a collar around your neck and takes you in hand for a while. Believe me, kid, he knows a hell of a lot about your type that you might assume just because he's not into any of it much. He could write a fucking book about bdsm for gay boys."
That's true. Duke was there that other day in the woods. He saw what Major did to me. He didn't object. He just watched without getting involved. And then later. I think back to the way he was talking to me that night, how he made me feel so small, so young, so ignorant, so stupid. He might not do things to hurt my body, but he sure as shit did an awful lot to press me down low. I felt more deeply in sub space while he gently enslaved me with his words while making me feel cherished at the same time.
What a weird paradox! His kisses and his cuddles made me feel one way while his words made me realize that I didn't deserve any of the nice things he was doing to me, that he was giving me something out of the kindness of his own heart while making sure at the same time that I would never forger that I am a sub who is destined to become a total slave to some demanding Master, maybe even sooner than I think it might happen.
"Yes, Danny, I understand. He's already shown me both sweet and sour without ever having to raise a hand to me."
"well then you have your answer. So tell me something, Greg. You've been out of high school for almost two years now. Do you have a job? How do you get money? Just from your parents?"
I have a natural revulsion to being asked about money but there's some rule about that. I really have to read that book more carefully.
. . . from Sub Protocols: Rules for bois: Number 27 "A sub's finances are always naked; any superior may demand information and the sub will provide it."
"I was given a large sum of money for hs graduation. I've been living off that and from an occasional shift waiting on tables at one of my uncle's restauranst."
"You realize, of course, that you must give that information to any Dom who asks for it, and don't keep anything secret. And of course, if a Master owns you he'll take everything and keep you penniless."
"yeah, I read about that too." Actually, I jerked off to the idea of being penniless a couple times. To have every single thing taken away from me? Own nothing of my own? Have all my needs provided by the Master? Yes! More naked than naked. Shit, I'm such a pervert!
. . . from Sub Protocols: Rules for bois: Number 88: Penniless is preferable. A form of nakedness.
Danny calls me back two hours later.
"Hey, boy, speaking of waiting on tables: Allie, our usual buyr, just called in sick and I can't reach the others. How about you helping out?" Hmmm.. Waiting tables at the most popular gay bar around? check!!!!! "Sure, Danny. What time do you want me there?"
"Come by at 8. It's pretty easy and can even be sexy for a sub like you."
"You mean walking around a gay bar stripped to the waist? Taking orders all night? Getting manhandled? Sounds like something I think I can handle," I say sarcastically.
"you should get slapped for that, faggot! And as far as getting manhandled, it's against the rules, but I know it goes on. Allie and Brandon both complain about it a lot, but I suspect you won't have many complaints." He chuckles.
"We'll just have to see. Since my reputation as a sub is getting around now, I might get put in some awkward situations."
"Well at any rate, you'll have a panic button in your pocket. Hold on to it for five seconds and the bouncers get alerted. Oh, and wear jeans AND underpants."
"I still only have tighty whities."
"No problem, although someone's got to take you to improve your wardrobe. Can you handle spending a few hundred?"
"Yeah, I guess so. Never bought many clothes before. Not a fashionista, you know?"
"I know, Greg, I know. You're favorite fashion is naked."
"speaking of which . . "
"ABSOLUTELY NOT! You're not going to wait on tables in the nude."
I chuckle. "Figured as much. Oh, can I wear sandals or be barefoot?"
"Neither is good. You could get hurt. do you have boots? That would be best."
"No. No boots."
"Let me see what I can do about that. What are you doing between now and 8?"
"Nothing special. Moving some things around now that I'll have the house to myself."
"Okay. Then don't tie up the phone line. I'll call in a little while or someone else will. We've got to see about you getting boots."
"I can afford it, Danny. Don't worry."
"Nope! You are not buying your own boots. Go check that handbook, dude. Says something about getting them from some Dom, something like that. It's much more meaningful for a sub's boots to come from a Master, with the sub showing its gratitude in a suitable way, if you know what I mean . . "
"Yeah, I get the picture. So some Dom's gonna buy me boots and I'll have to service him probably for the rest of my life because of it."
"Something like that. Like I say, check the Rules. There's probably something in there about it."
After we get off the phone I look through the book. The only thing was something about slaves wearing what they're told. Maybe that assumes that Doms give them what they're supposed to wear. I'll look through it later maybe. Don't like reading much of it. It's depressing and sometimes gets me pissed off as well. Don't know if I could ever agree to live that way all the time.
I looked through the Handbook and found this:
###Sub Protocols: Rules for bois: Number 82: Ideally a sub eats what it's told to eat. Number 81: Ideally a sub wears only what it's told to wear." ###
I guess that applies to boots as well. Fuck!
The phone rings an hour later. It's Jack. "I'm picking you up in twenty minutes. Just wear shorts and a t-shirt. No underpants. Barefoot. Taking you to get boots." And with that, he hangs up. Fuck me. Shit! He probably will.
So Jack is taking me somewhere to get boots. He's getting me boots. I close my eyes and think about it for a bit. Yes, indeed. Sexy, the thought that every second I'm wearing them I'll know Jack has something over me.
Yeah, I did check the book and fuck, look how Jack just told me what to wear. I'm living it already. Little did I know the adventure that was in store for me.
"It's about a twenty minute ride, where we're going. So why don't you just get those two tings off and ride naked, boy. Legs spread. Hands to the side. Never cover your junk when you're with me."
Nice. It's already starting, and then after I'm stripped and sitting the way he told me to, Jack just starts talking about all sorts of other things, asking me about what I liked the most in high school—other than the gym showers---. That made me laugh.
"You might be surprised, but I liked history the most because now that I realize more about myself, I always got interested in things like slavery and naked athletes in Greece, and corporal punishment on ships, all kinky stuff like that. The teacher made us read Roots one time to get an idea about how horrible slavery was. I got so turned on about it I used to jerk off while I was reading it."
Jack slaps my left inner thigh good and hard and I yelp. "Some day, kid, you might realize how awful it must have been. No limit to the amount of pain those slaves had to take. You, me, we're just play-acting at it a lot of the time."
He hits me again. Same place. I cry out. "The next time I hit you I want you to remain motionless. Do not react. Do not cry out. If you do, I'll beat you black and blue there."
Can I do it? I know how much it's gonna hurt and I couldn't take it before without crying out. Can I stay silent just because he orders me to? All these thoughts keep going through my head and we keep riding and so far he hasn't hit me again but I'm anticipating it and trying to psyche myself into not reacting to the pain.
The longer he waits, the worse this gets. And damn it, he knows exactly what he's doing to me.
We take a path through the woods. Well paved, surprisingly. He pulls into a parking lot on the side of a handsome brick building with a big E on the door. Then he hits me but for some reason he doesn't hit me hard. It's easy for me to stay silent.
And I'm happy to say, I passed the test! In fact, I was fucking relieved he finally hit me and got it over with.
He chuckles. "I bet anticipating the blow was far worse than actually getting it."
That evil bastard! "Yes, Sir. Intense."
And I just realized what he was trying to teach me: Stop fucking anticipating and worrying about what's going to happen. I only cause my own pain when I do that.
He gives me his personal copy of the Handbook and points to the rule I never noticed before:
Sub protocols: Rules for bois. Number 124: The Master who gives a slave its boots has something over it for as long as the boots last. Number 124b: Subs may never purchase their own boots but wait until a Master decides to do so.
"Get the point, faggot?"
"Yes, Master." I'm sinking down and He knows it.
He caresses my leg. "I really enjoy the ways I can take power over you, faggot. Get out of the car. This is a bdsm Supermarket of sorts. `Evander's Emporium.'" He shows me the huge script E which is the only sign on the building. "It's Evander's policy that subs or slaves have to be naked here even if they're unowned and just shopping on their own. There's a locker room where they strip before entering the store, but I made you strip before. So Let's go, faggot!"
That's all until next time.
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