Rules for bois

By Robert Louis / Robert Halstead

Published on Sep 18, 2024

Gay

Like I said before, I really hate reading the Rules but now I'm constantly taking peeks at them as if one of them will jump off the page and bite me. Today I saw this one again and I hate it because it's definitely what's true tonight. I'm sore again. According to the Handbook, I should always be sore. That's what happens to faggots like me. Might as well get used to it.

Sub Protocols: Rules for bois. Number 12: Ideally an unowned sub will be sore after every encounter as a way of helping it realize that it is always a sub even when not serving a particular Superior.

I was surprised that Jack didn't touch my nipples this time. I was dreading a torture session with him like he did last time. But no. "I'm sure those nipples will get touched tonight when you play the role of a bare-chested waiter boy. They're very tempting. The universe made yours luscious so they could give pleasure to Superiors. Women, too, if they happen to watch any of the porn you end up in. Now don't go getting all excited or worried. One thing at a time, pup. No one is going to push you where you're not ready. I just like putting ideas in your head." He chuckles and I crack a smile despite myself.

Oh yes! Tonight. Waiting on men seated at the cocktail tables in the quieter wing of the bar. I was told they tend to be a lot older, sometimes very old, and well-off, so tips might be good, but they're probably all sex maniacs who can't keep their hands to themselves when a bare-skinned boy walks past them and calls them all Sir. This could be exciting, but it will probably try my resolve to be a sub boy. Most of them probably won't be the least bit attractive to me. I remember those rules. For some reason they don't really bother me much.

Sub Protocols: Rules for bois. Number 131: The concept of "attractiveness" is null for a slave. It simply doesn't matter what the man it's serving looks like. Number 131b: The slave never shows any distaste of a Superior but keeps that reaction to itself.

My reverie gets interrupted because Duke messages me: "What are you doing until you have to report to work?"

Reply: "nothing much, Sir. Just poking around."

Duke: "Can you entertain a guest where you live?"

Hmmm...what to do about this? My quarters are on the other side of the house than my parents. Besides, Duke isn't the type of guy to make noise hitting me or anything.

"Never tried before but I'm willing now as long as you understand my situation."

"Got it. I'll be there at 6. Don't eat much for supper."

"Yes, Sir. I'm only having a yogurt for supper."

"Excellent."

And that was the extent of it. Holy shit! Somehow I get a strong sense that this is all part of some kind of plot they're coming up with. First Danny asks me to help out tonight. Then Duke conveniently decides to stop by. Why? Maybe to get me into a really submissive mood by the time I go to the bar. And you know what? I wouldn't be the least bit surprised to find out that they're planting some people at tables who are going to give me a "hard" time (or maybe the most fun!).

Okay, so I'm paranoid. What else is new? But I'm well aware that it's hard for me to just say open and submit to whatever develops. And yes, I guess you can accuse me of being narcissistic. After all, only a narcissist would dare write stuff like this, wanting it to get around to build up his reputation. And only a narcissist would imagine that he's the center of attention and a group of intelligent, Alpha-type men are working together to turn me into a total slave. Why would they bother doing something like that? Or why not do it with someone who's already completely broken (or trained, if you prefer that word). Well, well, only time will tell.

. . . . . And it's time . . . . . .

I'm naked when Duke arrives. Of course. I'm barefoot, too: I'm not putting those boots on until I go to work because they still hurt my feet. Not broken in yet.

"So nice to see you bare, head to foot, child. And such cute toes! Wiggle them for me, will you? Left foot first . . . . . . . nice . . . . okay, right foot now, boy . . . . . .. "

Holy shit. Now I'm more naked than I was before he got here. Doing that exposed more of myself to him. Of course, Duke gets going. "You're a good boy. I was pleased so see you obey my request immediately without hesitating or questioning, even though it was something odd. Yes, indeed, Greg, your submissiveness is emerging so nicely under the care of your Superiors."

"Permission to ask a question, Sir?"

"You may not."

Ouch! Now what do I do? I swear I'm right about what I said earlier. They're fucking planning this. My only problem is that I have no idea who he's referring to when he says `your Superiors.' I guess it doesn't matter in the long run. No sense driving myself crazy over something stupid like that. I'm a fucking slave,. It doesn't matter who gets to train me this way. I know I have to give up being fussy, Giving up every illusion of control.

"Bend over. Let me see your hole." Wham! Right out of the red zone! I do what he tells me. "Stay that way for a while. Make sure you keep those cheeks separated. I don't want that hole to hide from me. I have the right to stare at it for as long as I want. To touch it even. To fuck it. Of course. I can do anything I want to you, little boy. You're just a little twenty-year old boy but you think you're all grown up.

That will never happen, kid. You'll never grow up. We'll not allow it. You will always be a boy, always be a sub, always be a slut. We're relieving you of so much, Greg. We're setting you free from having to prove something about yourself that will never be true. You'll never grow up, never mature, never not need supervision and discipline. Always, faggot. I mean, look at yourself, naked and bent over, holding the cheeks of your ass apart so I can look at your asshole, and by now you're absolutely desperate for this to come to an end. Tell me something, boy: In the whole world, how many men do you think spent any time today showing their asshole to another man?"

Wow. He's a mental Master.

He lets me collapse onto the floor then crawl across the room to him and kneel between his legs with my head in his groin. Ah! This is so much better. "You could probably use the taste of cock by now. Isn't that so, boy?"

"Yes, Master. Definitely."

"Don't use the M word now, boy. Stick with Sir so you don't slip up and call some drunk old man in the bar "Master" tonight when you know you're going to have to clean up his vomit."

Silence for a while. I kneel there and he strokes the back of my head and moves it around along the length of his hard cock. "You know, I've encouraged Danny and his partners to hire you regularly. A few evenings a week being on display while serving the older men can help you get over any fussiness you have about how old the men you serve are. I suspect tonight is a test. They're taking a chance on you. After all, you could pull attitude and the whole thing will just end up being a disaster."

"Get your head in the right place. You're nothing but a slave tonight. Imagine Cotter standing around watching you. He's holding the whip he intends to use on you if you don't measure up. And you're being tested. If you can't pass this test, they might just send you off somewhere to do slave labor. There are places like that around, you know. Very special places. You'd better hope and pray you never get sent to one of them.

"Oh, and by the way: Cotter is one of the partners. He's part owner of that bar. They're playing a trick on him by making you scared of him. You'll find out. Cotter is a pussy cat. But when needed, boy, that pussy cat can lay bright red welts across your virgin flesh that will hurt more than you can possibly imagine. And not only across your ass! He likes landing welts in unexpected places."

He's working his hands down my back now and lightly scratching me with his fingernails while talking about me getting whipped. And damn, what should I think about Cotter now? Duke's playing with my fucking head and I just don't have the energy right now to fight him off or use a safe word.

"Give me your nipples."

Holy shit! Really? Duke? I have to stretch up to practically put the right one in his hand, but the left is easier. And he holds them. Just holds them. "The other waiter told me one night that his nipples are always sore after he's done waiting on tables there. I just want you to realize that these nipples are not for you, but for anyone who wants them." He squeezes and I holler "Ouch!!!" He laughs and it causes me to laugh as well. I go to put my hands up to soothe them but Duke grabs my wrists and moves my arms behind my back. Here we go again.

"Give me your balls."

Fuck. Have to practically stand to get them into his hand,. I have a flashback to when Cab made me do the same thing. I don't think Duke would be interested in hurting me the way Cab was. Hopefully.

No, he just fondles them gently and I can't help smiling. "Balls get more attention when a slave is caged, you know. It's all part of a general principle, boy. When we take something away from you it becomes possible to pay more attention to what remains. Think about it. Your dick is caged so your balls are being used more. You've lost some personal freedom, and now that's helping you understand how much you need the exact opposite. By taking away your hands, you suck cock better and open up your throat more. By blindfolding you, you discover nerve endings you never realized you had.

"You asked permission to ask a question and I refused you. As a result, you're getting far more useful information than whatever it was you intended to ask about. Now that doesn't matter at all any longer, does it? Um... use your hands now. Take out my cock and blow me. Then you clean me off and put me back. Remember you have my cum in your body if some customer pisses you off. It will help you surrender more. Do a good job on me now, faggot. Danny will be pleased to see that your lips have recently been around some Superior's dick. there you go, faggot: Swallow me whole!"

Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes! I even manage to gag myself. I'm craving Duke's cum now, wanting it so much I work his cock like a maniac and I imagine I can actually feel it building up in him, and up and up and fuck, here it is!!!! Oh man, he fills my mouth to overflowing. so warm, so bittersweet, so creamy and so fucking much of it. I have to swallow twice to get it all down,. Good. Let it coat my insides the way my mother used to tell me that my oatmeal would stick to my ribs. Yes. This is much better than oatmeal.

I clean him off and put him back together. "thank you, Sir, for helping me today."

"Ah, that's the spirit, lad! Just don't forget tonight: everything helps. every single thing. especially the things you hate. Make every Dom in that establishment tonight see how you serve. Let them plan to possess you as a common slave. A Dom you've never met before will determine who you will serve and for how long and under what circumstances and with what limits. That's why you're there tonight. To audition off your ass. Now get your clothes on and get going, boy."

He bends over to give me a tender hug then he leaves, with me still down on the floor by the chair he was sitting in when I sucked him off. And you know something? Right at that moment I wanted to jerk off more than I think I ever have before. And I realize how much that cage has taken away from me. If Duke is right about things, I can't wait to see what the payoff is going to be. Because this is rough. You never see this in porn. Guys that are caged all seem happy about it. That's a crock of bullshit! I can't imagine I'll ever be happy about this.

That's all until next time.

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Next: Chapter 10


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