"The alex series" book 2: Sweet Subjugation
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Chapter 21. Justin's kitchen
It's been a house custom since the three of them started living together. None of them ever have classes on Friday afternoons so they get together over coffee every Friday at 3 pm just to kick things around and talk about any issues which may have arisen, or just brag about what's happening to them this weekend.
"Hey, guys, I'll be around this weekend!" announces Lou.
"What happened, did you scare another one away?" jabs Justin.
"Hey, if they can't take the heat . . . " Lou recites. "Sure," says Andy, "but what the hell are you going to do when everyone in this state has gotten burned by you, dude."
"Okay, so it's pick on Lou day, eh? I think I might have somewhere to go after all . . . "
"No, so what really happened," asks Justin.
"What's happening is really hot." says Lou, "the guy (and it's not a kid, dudes) asked permission to go and speak with his former Dom because they've had a FWB thing since they moved on, and now he needs to put it an end. And then time with his mothers."
"Wow. Two moms. Nice," remarks Andy. "I bet he's a really sweet guy, too."
"Maybe," says Lou.
"Maybe? Why maybe? You surely must know his personality by now. It's been over a month." Andy is wondering.
"never heard the sub talk," says Lou, "never allowed it yet, and its gagged most of the time anyway. I'm sick of hearing subs sob out their stories. Now it's #1 setting up the scene, then #2 pain tolerances then #3 fuckitability, then #4 obedience. No talking necessary."
"wow," says Andy, a little shocked by what Lou is saying, "so how did this guy get permission to go do what he says he's going to do?"
"email," says Lou.
"So you could have had an idea of his personality from the emails he sends? I love doing that with my sub."
Lou abruptly changes the subject. "Your sub? Singular? Just one, or just one at a time? Damn! See what I miss when I have to be away."
"Yes. Singular, Lou."
"Go one, tell him the rest, pussycat," cajoles Andy. "Now only singular, but the R word too."
"R word? Rimming?"
"No, Lou. R for Romance."
"Holy fucking shit. Dude, that stuff is dangerous! Can really fuck you up! Will definitely ruin your reputation."
Justin laughs his head off. "I've never been one to shy away from danger, Lou."
Andy butts in. "Get this, Lou. The two had a disagreement and separated from each other for, what was it? 12 days . . . . and this one here (points to Justin) was actually fucking pining away and I had to practically tie him down to prevent him from writing an email begging the kid to come back."
Lou pats Justin on the head. "Sorry, my son, your wound is incurable."
"Not only that," adds Andy, "but he's actually gone and made plans for the weekend for things for them to do together outside the dungeon. Do together! Can you believe it?"
Justin puts his cup in the dishwasher. "Say what you want, guys, but I'll bet you this: I am looking forward to my weekend a hell of a lot more than either you two losers is."
And they continue to go round and round.
brandon opens the door precisely at 6 pm and locks it closed behind him. He smiles, thinking that Justin is going to watch him strip rather than having to do it all by himself. He gets to the bottom of the stairs and sees Justin sitting in the couch in the living room. He goes right over to him. Justin stands up and gives him a kiss. Then he tells Brandon to sit on the chair on the other side of the room and take off his shoes and socks.
Brandon does as he is told and is pleasantly surprised by the fact that simply getting barefoot while Justin watches him is really turning him on, especially since when he looks up he sees that Justin's eyes are zeroing in on his feet. Finally Justin looks up.
"Unbutton your shirt and pull it out of your pants." The commands keep coming, very slowly and Brandon moves very slowly as well.
"Now open your pants and pull them down a bit so I can see your boxers."
"Remove the shirt and then pull your undershirt out of your pants."
"Take your pants all the way off. Stay facing Me as you do it."
"Okay, boy. Off comes the T-shirt."
Now Brandon is standing there dressed only in his black boxer briefs, the ones that Justin made him buy to replace his overworn underwear.
"Come to me, boy."
Brandon walks towards him slowly. When he gets to Justin, Justin begins toying with his left nipple while looking deeply into Brandon's eyes so that he can see the first signs of him reacting to the pain. It doesn't take long because Brandon's nipples are not very developed yet. Justin forms the nipple into a bud then twists and pulls on it. Brandon sucks air through his teeth. "That nipple is mine," says Justin to him. He moves over to the other side. "So does this one," he says. "Who do they belong to?"
"They belong to you, Sir!" He has trouble getting out the last word because Justin has started working the nipple more intensely and soon he is moaning while Justin continues to observe the changing look in his eyes. "Your eyes tell me everything I need to know about your experience of pain," Justin tells him.
Then Justin reaches down and cups the boy's balls for a while and then slaps them a couple times and Brandon grunts.
Justin steps back. "Turn around," He orders. And once Brandon has turned around, Justin walks up to him and starts sucking on the back of his neck while at the same times, pulling the slave's underpants down halfway over its ass. Justin picks up the riding crop he had next to him on the couch and gives two crisp cracks of the crop to Brandon's ass, one on each side. "nice," He says. "turn around again," He orders, and Brandon obeys. Justin reaches out with his right hand and caresses the slave's cheek. And as he does this, he moves his thumb over the boy's lips and the boy opens for its Master. Justin enters just a little bit and then backs off and slaps the boy twice on each cheek. "I remember you respond well to that," He remarks. Brandon dares nod just a little bit. Justin sees that and slaps the slave's face four more times. The boy's eyes glisten a bit as it says, "thank You, Master."
Justin smiles at him, then reaches down for the collar on the couch. "Kneel down in front of your Master," He says, and once Brandon is on its knees, He takes his fingers and raises the slave's chin so that it is looking up at its Master. "Stay like that, just like that." He says, and as He picks up the collar He runs His fingers completely around the slave's neck. "This will be a good one for you," He says, as He wraps the collar around the slave's throat, turns the slave around, and finishes fixing it in back so the slave is locked in. "One thing I like about this collar is that it locks in back and only I have to key to open it. I measured your neck last time and I was able to order this for you. Understand that if I decide to send you home or anywhere with his collar locked onto you, there is nothing you will be able to do to take it off. You might create a sensation on campus, Brandon."
"If that's what You want, that's what will happen, Master. I can handle it."
"You think," remarks Justin. "Well, you might get to find out some day soon. But I have to come up with a panic button, just in case, or else send someone to be shadowing you from a distance. Your safety is very important. It overrules any kink."
"Your slave is happy to be wearing Your collar, Master."
"And why is that?"
"A simple question of pride, Master. I've been told that You have a reputation for being the best Master around, Sir."
Justin says wistfully, "You will probably be the one to ruin My reputation, child."
"Why is that, Master?"
"Because My reputation is based on how hard I am to my slaves and on how much pain I can get them to take."
"Master, may I ask a question?"
"Go ahead."
"Master, when You speak about "how much pain I can get them to take," are You referring to quantity or quality?"
"You know, boy, I am probably going to be driven to beat the shit out of you just because you're so fucking smart!"
"It wouldn't be the first time I was punished for being smart, Master."
"Please explain. When did that happen to you?"
"Frequently in school, Sir. Usually with a strap either on the hands or across the ass, Master."
"Who did that?"
"A couple of teachers who didn't like me because they knew I was smarter than they were."
"See? I told you. And so, since you are always smart, Brandon, that means that you always deserve to be punished by Superior Men. Do you understand, slave?"
"Yes, Master. This slave knows it always merits punishment, as long as You allow it."
"What if you are with some Dom other than me? Is that Dom free to punish you?"
"May this slave ask another question, Sir?"
"Yes, and for now just ask when you need to ask. You have blanket permission for the entire evening."
"thank You, Master. this slave just was curious whether or not it is okay with You for this slave to present itself to other Doms to serve them?"
"Hey. That's a good point. No, I don't think so. We'll talk about this again on Sunday evening."
"Yes, Master. Thank You, Sir."
Justin takes hold of the rings on both sides of the collar and tries to raise Brandon up off its feet just by the collar. Brandon understands what the Master is doing and stands itself up.
Justin pushes it back a bit and says, "Pull down the front of your underpants just as far as it reveals the area on you where a man usually has pubes but you are bare."
Once Brandon has done this, Justin delivers a medium slap of the crop on that bare area. Brandon cries out.
"Hands on head, quickly!" orders Justin. He thwaps each of the slave's armpits, then quickly reaches low and hits the same spot he did before above the waistline of its underpants. Brandon cries out and sucks through his teeth." Justin reaches out and runs his fingers over the spot which is getting redder and redder and Brandon shivers from the feeling.
"Good? or bad?" asks Justin.
"Not sure, Sir. Feeling very much like You are possessing me, so good, Master."
finally, Justin opens the boy's underpants and lets them fall down to its feet. "Step out of them then pick them up and put them with your other clothing. Neatly." And as the boy bends over to pick up the pants, he gets another crack with the crop, this time on its ass.
The boy is trembling. Justin sees this and wraps His arms around Brandon from behind him. He lightly bites the slave's neck and then turns it around so they are face to face, Justin fully dressed and the slave naked as it should be.
"You are a good boy. Go lie on your back on the bed," He says, and Brandon moves quickly, hoping to escape another blow from the crop. Justin doesn't try anything, He throws the crop back on the couch and goes into the bedroom and looks at His slaveboy.
"How old are you, boy?"
"Eighteen, Master."
"And I am almost twenty-one, but yet I feel like you are so much younger than me. Maybe because you are slight and bare in My bed. Oh well, it doesn't matter."
"Master, this slave feels like it is a lot younger than You too."
Justin says nothing, but throws himself on top of Brandon and rubs His clothing all over the slave's bare body and kisses it and just keeps the waters flowing into its mouth.
"Get up into the position you were in when I ate your ass, boy." Brandon gladly takes that position. And as the boy does this, Justin quickly sheds His clothes and take a couple things out of His dresser drawer.
One of the things looks like a turkey baster, but it is filled with something almost clear.
Justin puts the thing to the boy's ass and shoots some of its contents into the slave, who jumps at the sensation.
"Just greasing you up the easy way, bitch. Calm down. I guess you thought you'd get eaten again. Not tonight, boy. If anyone is going to eat ass tonight, it will be you. Think about that and get ready to obey what I tell you to do. it's either that or 50 lashes with the rawhide whip I made for you."
As He is saying this, He is getting behind the slave and using His finger to circle the rim around its hole. around and around, making Brandon moan like a slut. "Okay, slave, open for Your Master," He says as He gradually inserts His finger and makes the same circular motion within the slave's body. "That' my good boy. Work to get that back channel all nice and open for Master to enjoy. Let's turn that asshole into pussy for your Master." He withdraws His finger and Brandon makes a disappointed sound and Justin chuckles. "Already you know something should be up your ass. You shouldn't be so selfish as to keep it to yourself."
Justin takes the other object he brought out, a small-sized butt plug. "Open up, boy, and take this for your Master. Feel your Master gradually helping you be ready to offer yourself to Master's cock." and with that, he slowly inserts the plug until he feels it pass the sphincter, then wiggles it around a bit.
"How does that feel, boy?"
"Awesome, Master. Please claim me more, please?"
"that's that I like: My slave begging for it. All in good time, slave. Let Me be in charge here. But I know what will be fun. Stay in that position, don't move," and He goes into the living room and grabs the crop to bring back.
"enough with the sweet talk. It's time to bring you back down into sub space. Why don't you feel what it is like to get that ass (which belongs to Me) whipped a bit while it is plugged. Feel the ass tighten around the plug whenever it is lashed by the crop."
And He begins. Very slowly. One side at a time. Between thirty seconds between each lash. And in this way He paints the slave's entire ass with the touch of the crop and it is growing red in many places. Nice red blotches here and there and Brandon is breathing so heavy while beginning to cry like a little boy.
"There! That sound you make! That's my favorite sound you make when I whip you. A little boy's cry and I know I am driving you way back into the space shared by slaves and little boys of all ages. Nice!"
He gives the boy a break and tells it to lie flat for a while, and this isn't easy to do right after getting his ass thrashed like that with the crop.
While the slave is lying there, Justin turns his attention to the slave's balls and rolls them between His fingers, then pulls on the sac and pulls so hard the it lifts the slave up off the bed and the slave tries to travel with the Master's hand gripping it balls, and its body begins to look like an inverted U, and Justin gets another wicked idea to put something under the boy's ass that it won't want to land on, maybe some nettles, so it has to try to keep itself up in the air like that for a long as possible.
Finally, Justin gets tired of that game lets go and Brandon crashes back down on the bed. "Oh no, boy. Off the bed with you. Quickly, stand at the end of the bed." Then Justin gets up on the bed in the position Brandon was holding before, with His ass up high. "Okay, slave, kneel on the bed behind me and get that mouth and tongue of yours licking My ass." Brandon hesitates, really afraid to do this, but here is an area where Justin is not compromising. "You have thirty seconds minute to get your face on My ass, or else it will be 50 lashes and then I'll just send you home for the rest of the weekend. Your choice." And He starts counting.
Threatening to whip him didn't bother him at all; it was the idea of being sent home and not have the weekend with Justin that is what drove him down and before he knew it, Brandon was eating ass like a champ and his tongue knew exactly what to do. Justin gave no instructions; He just wanted to see what the slave would learn to do without being coached. So far, this is the most exciting event of the night for him, experiencing the slave break through what it originally though would be a barrier too high to reach.
He keeps Brandon there for a good while, but finally says, "Okay, slave, roll Me over and bury that slave mouth between My legs and give all of My a nice bath down there. All around. Balls and taint and up to Master's cock, but don't get there fast. Feast on your Master, pig. A feast better than food for you. The best food that no one else is getting to eat these days."
Brandon happily gets between Master's legs, and, turned on by the sight of those gorgeous red pubes, he starts to lick his Master's inner thighs, then moves up to beneath His balls. Master groans and encourages him, "come on, sweet boy, show me how much of a faggot you are. Taste your red Master's luscious hair all around. Get it all soggy and wet and move up to My balls . . . .oh, so nice, slave boy . . .make love to those balls . . . . show Me how much you like being My slave . . . . that's it, fag boy, get greedy down there and eat Me all over. . . . . good boy, now lick My cock from the base to the tip and clean off the precum it's spilling out like the pig you are . . . . nice, boy . . . . . okay, put the tip in your slave mouth, just the tip and work it with your tongue . . . . . oh yes, faggot . . . show Me how hungry you are for My cock . . . .. .
Now all this reminded Brandon of the times he would spend with his friend Gary, who had gotten quite good at the dirty talk, but this was even better. This was the groan of the Man Who owned him, Who was turning him into His pig slave boy, and nothing would stop him from showing this awesome Man just how much he appreciated being trained and disciplined by Him, and how much he was turned on by servicing his Master's private parts like the pig he was trying to be.
Finally he was given permission to take his Master's cock all the way into his mouth, and he struggled to go down farther on it than he had ever gone before. Before taking it all in he began to gag. "Hold it right there, cocksucker. Gag for Me. it's music to My ears, you gagging on My huge cock, showing Me how eager you are, how hungry you are for me. Keep backing off and going back down until you gag. . . . yes, slave . . . just like that . . . . keep doing it . . . . . next time, push ALL THE WAY DOWN."
Brandon does so and chokes and quickly backs all the way off. "Try not to take it all out of your mouth even when you choke, slave. Slaves often have to choke for their Masters, just like you're doing now." Justin puts his hand on the back of Brandon's head and next time pushes him all the way down and holds him there. Brandon tries his best, but panics because he can't breathe and backs all the way off again.
"Lick up the stuff you brought up from your throat, slave, and then get back down there again. From here on is, every time you take My cock out of your mouth means ten lashes later. I'm training your throat to open for your Master. Surrender to Me, boy, don't resist me. I'll cover your miserable faggot body with welts if you don't be a good boy for Me and surrender to My cock."
Justin keeps pushing the slave all the way down and holding him there. "I'll decide when you get to breathe, slave, not you." It's an ordeal for the slave but the slave is eager to be trained and surrenders to the best of its ability. Only twice does he fail to hold the Master's cock in his mouth. Finally, Master bids him to suck gently without gagging but to jerk His cock with his hands below where his mouth can fit, and like that, eventually, Justin spills a big load down the slave's throat and then orders the slave to lick all over and clean its Master up. Justin ignores the fact that the slave's face is covered with tears and a bit of snot. Once the slave has finished, Justin pulls it up to His head and spits on the slave's face a number of times and then uses His spit to wash the slave's face of its tears and snot and the slave's face is now a complete mess and it continues to shed more tears at its predicament.
"that's it, faggot, cry for your Master. You look beautiful to me like this, Brandon, you really do. Your face shows me what you are: My faggot cocksucking slave with no dignity, no rights, no freedom. I'm going to have to take you into the bathroom to clean that face with my piss. Come on, crawl after Me."
Justin jumps up from the bed and heads into the bathroom. The slave follows on hands and knees. "Get into the tub and lie flat out on your back, slave and lay your head on the bottom of the tub. I have to piss and you probably do as well. You piss lying down. I'll piss on you. Keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open them."
The slave gets into position and Justin gets in and stands over it and lets a heavy flow of piss fly from His cock and washes down the slave's body and especially its face with His piss. Meanwhile, the slave also begins to let its piss flow, primed by the Master's piss flow.
"That's it, pig boy," I know what you like." After all the piss is finished, Justin tells the slave, "You stay down there and open your eyes now. I'm going to shower myself and you get washed by what falls off My body. You get washed in My dirty body and My soap, and when I show you each foot, use your hands to wash it clean. This is a good way for us to shower. This is a good way for Me to wash My slaveboy."
His shower is set up with one very large nozzle right in the center of the large cubicle, He turns on the water and adjusts it to His liking and stands in the tub at the slave's waist, one foot on each side. The water pours over all His body and then down onto the slave. Justin uses his favorite body wash, the one He always uses when Brandon is around and begins to soap Himself down. Then He washes His hair. Then, as He leans against the wall, He lifts his foot over the slave's face and commands: "take the soap and wash it," and He tosses a bar of soap onto the slave's chest, and the slave does its best to wash Master's foot, one and then the other, and after the boy washes each, Master rubs the foot over its face.
He rinses Himself off again and turns off the water and runs His hands down His body to shake off some water on the slave, and then He steps out and dries Himself. He looks at the slave and slowly says, "It is time for your punishment. Turn over onto your hands and knees and hang your head low." As Brandon gets into position, dreading what was going to happen even though the slave is also turned on by it, Justin picks up the whip He had placed on the counter. "You ejected My cock from your mouth twice. Twenty lashes," He says, and begins from the boy's shoulders with seriously laid on lashes and works His way down, and by the time He gets to the slave's ass, he's used up 10 lashes. Then He starts in on the slave's ass good and hard, 10 lashes placed all over and a bit down its legs.
Brandon wants to talk: "I was so scared, right until it began, and then I just kept taking in the pain, and it wasn't too too bad until Master got down to my ass and I'm thinking to myself, `he's going easy on me' when all of a sudden He lays a real hard lash on my ass and I cry out, and the second quickly after that and I choke trying to inhale after hollering and cursings, and they keep coming down my ass and at my sit spot and then up again and He has never whipped me as hard as He whipped my ass this time and finally I'm sobbing with my head practically bent down to the ground, and I'm wet, and I've been whipped wet and there are fires and burn spots all over my body but especially on my ass which must be shredded by now and it burns and is sending sparks through my body and my mind.
"Even while I'm in that miserable condition, my inner slave voice is cheering for me and it tells me, `now you've really been whipped like a punished slave.' And I lose my mind thinking about what it said over and over and over until He ordered me to stand up and finish drying myself off with His used towel. Highly unsanitary, but I did it anyway, feeling the bite of that whip. Something to bring up maybe the next time we talk about things. But now, the whipped boy obeys without questioning."
Master leaves the room with the whip and calls out, "When you're finished, crawl into the living room to Me." He puts down the whip, quickly puts on a pair of basketball shorts, picks up His crop, and goes to sit on the couch in the living room.
Shortly after that, Brandon crawls in, the whipped slave, its head lowered as it painfully makes it way to the Master's feet. "Grovel!" He orders. After a while He speaks. "I never threaten a punishment that I don't carry out. Remember that. Now kiss and lick My feet but keep that ass up high in the air."
Brandon sighs like a ravaged slave whore and moves so it can kiss Justin's feet and stare at the little red hairs on His toes. And it salivates over its Master's feet and then proceeds to lick and suck it up off him. (He learned this from a video he watched while doing his "research.") Justin moves His toes. "that's right, slave, show me what it does to you when I whip you, show me how low you can get for Me. Make love to My toes so you understand what you are to Me. And, unless you are wondering, yes, slave, I will give you to others to service their feet as well. I know how you need to be treated sometimes, Brandon, you have no secrets from Me about what you need." Shocked by being called that name, Brandon stops moving for a moment until Justin raps his chin with His foot. And Brandon gets back to work and tries to stop himself from thinking. just a pleasure machine for the Master.
Justin raps the slave's back with the crop. "don't fucking get lazy down there, pig. Let Me feel you get eager to be My slave again. Let Me feel your gratitude for being your Master." Brandon gets hypnotized by what he is doing and the Master's voice.
Brandon loses all sense of time and keeps servicing his Master until finally Justin stands up and says "You're a good boy, Brandon. Kneel up." Brandon kneels and then Master helps him to stand and He stands there warming the slave in His arms until at last, with His arm around the boy's neck, He leads him to the bed. Justin lies on the bed and bids the slave rest against His body, chest to chest so the slave doesn't need to put any pressure on its ass which is still smarting from the whipping it received. Justin runs His hair through the slave's damp and flowing black hair and kisses his forehead.
"Yeah. You did real good, boy. We fit together, you and Me. I give you what you need. You accept what I give you and then show your gratitude in the ways a slave can thank its Master without saying the words. And I have to tell you, Brandon, that I love punishing you. It doesn't matter that I'm not using a bullwhip or cane or anything that would be so much more painful than the baby whip I made for you. It's not the quantity. I loved whipping your ass every bit as much as I used to love wielding a thick strap over a sub's ass and legs. What matters is that I know I am taking you to a place where you really feel punished, a place beyond safe words, that I am really and truly punishing you as a means of training you how to behave better, how to please Me the way I expect to be pleased. You need that from the man you call Master. Not many could give that to you without destroying you."
"You are not destroying me, Master, you are training me to be better, stronger, more obedient. You are training me how to think. You are turning me into what I have always wanted to be, ever since the very first time I ever masturbated."
"Back when you were allowed to masturbate, you mean, boy."
"Yes, Master. You control all that now and I surrender to Your control. I need that, Master."
"I know, Brandon, I know. Bit by sweet bit, boy."
"and sometimes Your sweet bits can really bite, Master," says Brandon and they both giggle a bit.
"Just as it should be, boy." Justin reaches down and pulls on the slave's nipple and it kisses His hand.
"that's right, boy. Kiss the hands that give you pain, delicious pain that you were made for."
Brandon pulls its head back so it can look right into Justin's eyes as Justin continues torturing its nipple. The slave breathes heavily through its teeth, a sign which Master is learning to interpret as a sign of it taking the pain He wants it to have. Finally He lets go and tells the slave to stand up. He does as well, and he walks into the living room and sits on the couch, ordering the slave to crawl to Him once more. How He loves seeing this tender boy on its hands and knees simply because that is what Justin likes looking at.
When the slave gets to the couch, Justin has it kneel between His legs and rest its head in His lap.
"Time for a safe chat, Brandon. What do you need to tell Me about?"
"Just mostly thank You, Master. Pissing and showering the way You did it over Me, please can we do that a lot, Sir? so hot, so fucking hot, You doing to me what no one else ever dared do, and me greedily taking it and feeling so much like an object for Your pleasure, Master, and sometimes You make me all messy and dirty and degraded and I've always needed that but never understood how or why."
"Good. What you deserve, boy. What makes you My slave. I like marking you."
"And thank You for punishing Your slave, Master. Your slave felt real punishment, Master, and it hurt. It still hurts, Master, and for some reason it makes me feel safe with You, Master."
"Safe because?"
"Because if Your slave didn't get punished, it would start thinking that You didn't care how it behaved, but Your punishments set the rules and the boundaries, and even though punishment isn't fun, the fact that this slave knows it will be punished if it is necessary helps it realize that You mean business and that You are very serious about all this. Your slave feels safe because it knows it isn't going to get tossed away as useless or undesirable, Master."
"Tell me your hidden complaints, boy."
Brandon hesitates. "come one, boy, this is safe time. Use it well."
"Master, could this slave please have its own towel, maybe something not as nice as Yours, but something dry and clean? Slave couldn't help thinking about something being unhygienic."
"When we go out tomorrow, we'll stop and buy some special towels for you to use. Something cheap and ordinary for the slave. We have other things to get as well when we go out tomorrow after you do your chores: clean the kitchen and the bathroom, change the sheets and remake the bed, do My laundry. Domestic servitude will be part of your life, boy. Meanwhile I have homework to tend to."
"Yes, Master."
"Anything else?"
"Slave usually calls its mother on the weekend, Master."
"tomorrow I will let you have your phone for a while and give you free time to use it."
"thank You, Master. Just want to call Mom and Michael to see how his date goes tonight."
"He needs a Dom, boy."
"Yes, Master, but just for scenes. Interested in seeing how things develop between him and Craig, Sir. Craig is away until Tuesday."
"Does he know that Michael will be carrying on like a slut while he is away?"
"Yes, Master. In fact, Craig is encouraging it. Says Michael needs a lot more experience pleasing men."
"I think Craig may end up becoming quite the Dom in his own way."
"Yes, Master. Your slave agrees. Craig told Michael he should be naked in the dorm room as well now."
"Ah. Two naked faggot roommates. Wait till word gets out around campus. They'll be lined up at your door."
"May Your slave ask a question, Sir?"
"Sure. No need to ask during free chats. What's on your mind?"
"Slave is wondering about giving blow jobs to others, Sir? You only?"
"Don't go looking for it on your own, but in the dorm room, service anyone who asks for it. Believe me, guys will be popping by asking for it, and I intend to send friends of Mine to you as well. Nothing else, though. Just be a faggot slut cocksucker for anyone who wants to get into your mouth, boy. And always do a good job to give it exactly how anyone tells you to do it. Just like you do with Me. Got it?"
"Yes, Master. slave's mouth is common property."
"Yes, until I decide otherwise."
"that is always up to You, Master."
"Well, make sure you live it then. If I hear of any complaints about your attitude or your service, you know what is going to happen to you, slave. Like I wrote you: be polite and submissive to all."
"Yes, Master. slave is a little confused, Master Justin."
"what about?"
"about slave's role here, um, . . . relationship status . . . exclusivity . . . . "
"what do you wish would happen, Brandon?"
"to belong to You, Master."
"but you haven't had much experience yet. Maybe there is someone out there better suited for you. Maybe you haven't met your ultimate Owner yet, boy. What do you have to say about that?"
"frightened Master."
"why so?"
"others might not be as talented as You, Sir. this boy could get hurt. meet someone like Lou. meet someone who gets terribly possessive or jealous, Sir. have heard of such things."
"Oh yes, they're out there. So let Me see if I can make things more clear to you, slave: This is a time when we learn about each other and explore turn-ons and turn-offs and limits and boundaries and if it all works out well, make it into something permanent. But for now, during this trial period, I am your Master and you are My slave. But as your Master, I am requiring that you get a lot more experience serving other Doms and Superior Men. I want you to feel sometimes like you are a slave to all. That will please Me."
"But if someone wants more than just service?"
"Then you tell that Dom that your Master doesn't allow you to do whatever He is asking. People will get the idea quickly enough that you are a faggot slut but still you have a Master Who is calling the shots. Does that answer your question, boy?"
"Yes, Master. But what about hitting?"
"allow it to a point with hands only. No implements. and use RED to stop things. That is universally understood, boy."
"bondage?"
"No. Nor piss. Nor feet unless I have ordered it for a specific person."
"Yes, Master. Thank You for clarifying things."
"One more thing, slave. No more porn for you unless you are with Me and I have chosen what I want you to watch."
"Oh, wow!"
"Wow!? I don't understand wow! What is that about?"
"ummmm just hit with the reality that You are restricting this slave's life even when it isn't with You Master."
"Too much? This is free chat, remember."
"no, Master, not too much. This slave says it wants to be controlled but then when a real control takes away something the slave likes so much, it hits home how real this is becoming."
"frightens you, boy?"
"don't think so, Master."
"Well then obey My rules."
"Yes, Master. Will obey. But it is also hot what You said about picking out porn for Your slave to watch."
"I know what will do you good. And beyond that, I am censoring you. for your own good."
"understand, Master. it is humiliating to realize that You don't think this slave knows enough about what is for its own good, Master."
"And that is perfectly true, boy. When it comes to the shit on the Internet, you do not know what is good for you and what is harmful."
"Master, could You give Your slave an idea about what You mean when You use the word harmful?"
"Sure. Let me think for a minute. . . . . When I say harmful, I am referring to what is unrealistic, or extreme, or misleading. Like, for example, so much of the stories you were reading on that website. Ridiculous stuff giving you strange ideas. Things I want to protect you from."
"Awesome, Sir. Thank You for explaining."
"Let me explain a bit more, boy. That kind of stuff does a lot of harm and increases the level of possible danger that sub boys like yourself might become victims to, because wannabe Doms with no experience at all get ideas from that stuff about how to act, and they all end up being too brutal and often begin to think that if a boy wants to be a slave, than that boy is automatically less than human and must accept any treatment. Like that guy Matt you told me about."
"uh-oh"
"what, uh-oh?"
"Michael has arranged to present himself to Matt tomorrow afternoon, Master."
"Well, that's his problem. Did he speak with Matt on the phone?"
"Yes, Master, and he told this slave that he's excited about what Matt wants to do to him."
"Well then, let's hope he has a good time. And if he doesn't, then it will be a learning experience for him. Some boys just have to learn the hard way. And don't you dare say a single word to him about this conversation, you hear me?"
"Yes, Master. But now this boy is worried about Michael."
"Boy, you have enough to worry about right here. Don't go distracting yourself. Get yourself back down on My feet so you can re-focus. Now. Go! Free chat is ended."
Brandon moves quickly to obey, a little resentful, but that comes to an end quickly enough. How can a boy be resentful about the Master when the boy is busy licking between the Master's toes?" Justin clicks on the television and watches a movie, keeping Brandon down on the ground the entire time and slapping him here and there with His crop, just for the hell of it. Every time the slave loses focus, Justin's crop quickly gets it back on track. A great teaching tool.
Eventually Justin has the slave get up on the couch with Him and snuggles up to Him while watching the movie. the cuddle feels good, despite the fact that the slave's punished backside is still throbbing from the lashes it received.
Sometime during the movie, Brandon falls fast asleep and ends up curled on the couch with his head resting Justin's lap, and Justin watches the film while absent-mindedly carding his hands through the boy's unruly black hair and eventually his mind withdraws from the movie and enters into its own reverie.
"This sweet boy feels so safe and relaxed with Me that he is able to fall asleep curled up next to Me with his head in my lap. Damn, J, this is so new, so nice, so relaxing and it frightens me a little because I sense that I'm moving into uncharted territory this time. When is the last time that I just `hung out' with a sub I'd worked over? Ever? Don't think so. Hell, be honest, J, this kid is getting to me in places I don't remember ever exploring before. Doesn't mean I'm getting soft: I got off on lashing the boy's ass even though it was with a toy beginner's whip. Yes indeed, J, you are the Master and the boy deserved to be punished and you took it to its limits and it felt even better than the times you've used whips and canes and floggers and straps to take a sub to where it was going to begin bleeding. You're still the brute Dom, but damn, this is so fucking weird: a Dom with a heart?
"Sure I want to rule this boy for his own good. But there's more: I want to protect it. I want to guide it through its first explorations of the gay bdsm scene, but I want to be there all the time. I want to keep watch. I want to set the terms for its behavior. I want to, what? . . . I want to be an anchor for this neophyte slaveboy. I want to be its touch stone. And damn, J, you really want to keep it around for a long time to come. And look at what you've gone and done: you prepared a weekend that will be good for the boy and fun for the both of you.
"Shit, dude, when is the last time that you were looking forward to being with a sub outside the dungeon, out into the real world with other people, with friends what will see something changing in you. Shit, I don't care what anyone thinks. Never have and not going to start second-guessing myself at this point. Just go with it, J. Go with it. Take the boy where you think it needs to go, but let the boy take you to where you need to go, also. Two-way street, J. Two-way street. Go with it, dude."
The movie has ended, ignored for a while. Justin turns off the system and leans over to check out the slave's ass. Striped. Good. Justin wonders how long the marks will last, hoping it won't be for long. The worst thing of all is having a sub who marks up too easily. That places such awful limitations on a Dom, unless the Dom simply doesn't care at all for the victim he's marking up. But this is different. Justin has realized that he does, indeed, care. And as rare as feelings like this are for him, he finds himself enjoying what's happening.
He toys with Brandon's nipple and that starts the boy groaning and waking up. At first he doesn't realize where he is, but then he realizes he is lying on Master's lap and quickly ties to sit up. "I'm sorry, Master. Sorry I fell asleep." Almost instinctively, he slides off the couch and gets on his knees between Justin's legs as he was before. Justin chuckles as He watches the puppy awaken.
"Good boy, finding your place so quickly. I like you down in front of Me this way. It shows Me you're beginning to know your place."
"My place is wherever you want me, Master."
"ah, yes, but you like it where you are right now, don't you, boy? Admit it."
"Yes, Master. It makes Your slave feel safe, it helps Your slave realize its inferiority. It give Your slave an opportunity to show You what it wants and what it needs."
"Well, before you start running your mouth much, slave, I want you to take My shorts down and suck My dick to prove what a good slave you are."
Brandon goes about pulling them down and Justin lifts His hips to make it easier. Soon they're off, all the way off, and His cock is beginning to awaken. "Put it in your mouth while it's still soft, boy. Feel it grow in your mouth. Lots of tongue Lots of saliva. Here it comes. Keep as much as you can in your mouth. I don't want you to choke now. Just keep as much as you can in your wet faggot mouth, boy and give it pleasure all up and down and around with that tongue of yours."
Brandon loses himself in the sensations, both physical and emotional, that are running through him while he is obeying his Master's commands. Such an awesome cock in the middle of a red forest that delights the boy so much.
"Good boy," says Justin. "Show My cock what a good boy you are. Show it how much you worship it. That cock is going to shoved up your ass before this weekend is over, boy. Show Me you want Me to conquer you that way. Show My cock your slutty desires." Brandon starts to get up off his knees and bends over Justin's lap to get the goods and remembers not to take His cock out of its mouth because its sore ass is reminding it what the consequences are for losing a Master's cock when it's supposed to be in his mouth and done its throat.
Justin stands up. "don't lose your Master's cock, slave. I'd hate to have to give you more lashes on top of what you've already received. Just don't lose that cock." Justin starts to walk backwards and Brandon scrambles to keep up and grabs on to Justin's waist to steady himself. "no no, slave. No touching. Just keep My cock in your mouth, no matter what." Justin keeps moving around the room, testing the slave's persistence. Finally, He manages to lead the boy to the bed and then He falls backwards onto the bed and the slave once again gets on its knees and continues to suck its Master's dick like it's the most important thing in the world for him to be doing, ever. Justin moans and grabs a handful of the boy's hair and uses it to move its head up and down on Himself.
"Okay, I'm almost there, boy. Get ready to swallow." and Justin grumbles out the word FAGGOT as He cums and spews His seed into the boy's mouth.
"Drink it down, slave. Drink it down. It's good medicine for you. Let your Master use that mouth because it belongs to Him. . . . okay, slave, you can take it out of your mouth now and then lick all over and make sure your Master is clean and nothing is sticky.
Brandon licks all around his Master's pubic area and especially likes feeling like he can actually eat the musk in the Master's pubes.
"Okay, enough, pup. I have to piss. Let Me get up and come with Me." In the bathroom, Justin stands over the toilet and orders the slave to kneel alongside Him and watch Him piss. Brandon is a little surprised at just how hot he thinks it is to kneel here and watch the liquid being expelled from the slit on top of the Master's cock. "Go ahead, boy, touch it. You know you want to."
Hesitatingly, Brandon sticks just one finger in the stream and quickly pulls it back. "Stick that finger in your mouth, slave." Brandon obeys and Justin teases him and calls him a pig and then slaps his face several times, each time harder than the previous one. Once He stops, the boy cries out, `thank You, Master."
Justin lifts the toilet seat. "Sit down here on the bowl. legs spread wide, boy. This is the way you use the toilet when in My house. I'm taking away your right to sit on the toilet seat when you're here." Brandon sits down awkwardly. "You'll get used to it quickly enough, boy. Now let go, let your piss flow out of your cage. . . . there you go, boy . . . . look at you, so much less than a real man . . . locked up by your Master so that your pitiful cock has no role to play in your Master's life. . . . that's it, slave boy, drip out of your cage like the pig you are. . . . . all done?" "Yes, Master." Justin reaches back and take the cup from the sink and fills it with cold water then pours it onto the boy's cage and Brandon jumps a bit from the cold.
"Like that, boy?"
"Um, no, Master. Too cold."
"Too bad, boy."
"Yes, Master. Do what You want to Your slave, Master."
Justin fills the cup again and pours it once more. Brandon shivers a bit.
then Justin takes pity on the boy and fills the cup with warm water and uses that to wash the slave's cage clean.
"We have to find some that smells nice that won't burn if I spray it on you. Maybe tomorrow. Lot's to buy. . . . Okay, done here. dry yourself off with a fresh towel—we'll get ones for you tomorrow----and then crawl back into the bedroom for Me."
Justin leave the room and goes to lie on the bed under the covers. He watches the slave crawl to Him—such a pretty sight. then He tells the boy to get into bed with him and as soon as Brandon does, Justin rolls on top of Him and kisses him greedily. Brandon eagerly drinks from his Master's mouth and they just keep making out until at last, Justin pushes him away.
"I want to spoon you, pup," He says, and Brandon positions Himself and Justin takes possession of him." Before they fall asleep, Justin whispers into the boy's ear: "I want to wake up tomorrow morning with My cock in your mouth, slave. Got it?
"Yes, Master."
Justin kisses the back of the slave's neck and together they fall asleep.