"The alex series" book 2: Sweet Subjugation
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Chapter 24. Visiting Master Chuck
"Chuck is very big on protocol and corporal punishment, so this is how you have to behave when we get there: most importantly, keep your eyes lowered at all times. Do not look at His face. Even. Do not speak unless He asks you a direct question. Call Him "Master." Fall to the ground at His feet when we first get there and remain there until He allows you to get up off the floor. And whatever condition you find His slave in, do not react or show any emotion or judgment on your face. If you displease Him in any way whatsoever, He will not hesitate to slap you around. Other than that, you can relax."
I giggle at what Justin tells me. "You're serious about all this?"
"Yes. Very serious. Also, expect to be humiliated because He is going to want to inspect you and His inspections can be somewhat uncomfortable or even painful."
"Are You deliberately trying to turn me on, Sir?"
"Is it working?"
"Yes, Master. Feeling very very sub right now."
"Good. Stay in that mood and you'll be fine."
We pull up to Master Chuck's house and He opens the door as soon as He sees us pull into the driveway.
Justin goes in first, and as soon as I possibly can, I fall to the ground at Master Chuck's feet and just stay there while he greets Justin. "so this is the boi you're trying out?"
"Yup. It's a good boi, mostly, but still a beginner in many ways."
"There's an advantage to that, of course. A blank slate for you to train the way you want. No bad habits to break. I fucking tell you, this bitch I have here now needs a touch of the cane almost every day. Had far too much freedom with its former Owner and it struggles with the changes it has to face here with Me. But in time it will meet with My approval or I'll just turn it out to the streets."
"Why did its former Owner get rid of it?"
"Serious financial difficulties. Needed funds to make a move to California and let's just say that we worked out an arrangement."
"And the slave agreed?"
"Yes, but why I don't know. It knew that life would be very different. I guess it was in the mood for a new adventure, and really got into the humiliation of being sold to another Superior Man. It was in for a rude awakening, however, because I don't tolerate resistance from any slave and it had trouble following My law in the beginning. It keeps swearing that it wants to be re-trained, but it's a struggle."
All this time I'm still groveling on the floor until Chuck says, "Okay, let Me get a look at this kid you've brought here. Stand up, bitch!" And I stand. "Hands behind head and don't move them!" I take up the position He has ordered. He turns to Justin "May I?"
"Be my guest."
Master Chuck proceeds to run rough hands all over my body and then begins to slap me around, forcing me to lose my position a couple times. Finally, He grabs my balls and pulls me further into the house, into a dungeon-type room where I see His slave chained in a corner, wrists to ankles, clamps connecting nipples to its balls and a tight gag in its mouth. I try not to react, but can't help doing a double take and Master Chuck immediately begins slapping my face until there are tears in my eyes. He checks out my cage and says to Justin, "This is its first cage, I suspect." Justin agrees. "How long will it be locked up?"
"I haven't decided yet. Hoping for long term chastity for this boi, and so far that hasn't been a problem. Only time will tell."
"Good for you. A lot of Doms these days are afraid to deprive a slave of much. Always better for a fucking faggot to have no rights over its dick."
"How long has Yours been locked up?"
"Two months and counting. It gets to have plenty of anal orgasms though, so its balls aren't going to be too loaded up. But Justin, you should prepare for further development by getting yourself a cage one size smaller than what it is wearing now. Gradually handle things so that the slave's dick shrinks. It really happens. When I acquired my own possession, its cock was 5 inches soft. Now it's a little over 3 and I haven't allowed it a hardon since I acquired it."
"Wow. I guess this slave really gets that you mean business."
"Very true. Here's a demonstration."
He walks over to the slave and takes off its gag. "Open your fucking mouth, cunt!" The slave does so. Chuck takes out his good-sized dick and puts it into the slave's mouth and proceeds to take a piss. "You spill one drop and you'll get another dozen with the cane, fucker. Like it or not, you're a urinal now."
He stands there for quite a while and I can hear His slave gulping down its Master's piss. I count 10 gulps. Holy shit! Glad that's not me.
"Are you piss-training this fag yet?"
"No, Chuck. Haven't decided about that yet. Just taking things slowly with this boi. I think it's worth the effort."
Chuck withdraws from the slave's mouth. "Let's secure Your boi in here and we can go inside and have some refreshments. I'll leave the gag out of my slave's mouth so the two faggots can chat with one another."
"Sounds good," Justin says.
"Oh and by the way, I like the collar. I assume it's permanent. I can recognize the workmanship."
"Yes it is. Just got it, in fact, you're the first person to see it."
Chuck fingers it. "An excellent piece of work. I've been thinking about getting something permanent for this slave, but I have to make a couple of other decisions first. Whether to keep it. Or sell it at a profit. Or just say fuck it and set it free, maybe in a distant city. Or whether to keep on beating it into submission until we settle on a way of life that will work for the both of us. It takes time, Justin, with an older slave. You're lucky to get this one at such a tender age. What is it, 20?"
"No. 18." "Wow. Just barely legal. A freshman at the college?"
"Yes."
"Will you allow it to continue as a student or put it out to labor?"
"Chuck, we're not nearly at a point where I have control over those things in its life. This is all very new, and quite different from my usual style."
"I sure as hell can see that. Hardly a mark on the boy."
"Not until I get it home. It's currently racking up points for its next beating."
"Good. Glad you're doing that. Hold on now. I'm going to bind it to my bitch."
Chuck quickly puts on handcuffs behind my back and a chain collar. He clips the collar to His slave's left wrist/ankle cuffs, takes out His slave's gag and turns His back on us and guides Justin to another room. Justin looks unhappy as He turns His head back to look at Brandon chained to Chuck's slave's foot. Chuck turns off the lights in this room and it is pretty dark. This is really fucking awkward and I feel more like some kind of possession than ever before. His slave speaks to me.
"It's okay to talk. My name is Henry, but Master calls me `17'"
"Hi, Henry. I'm Brandon. Very new at this."
"AS I heard from what Master was saying. I'm 28 now. Lived with my previous Owner since I was 20, and was sold to Master Chuck four months ago."
"Is this okay with you, if you don't mind me asking?"
"Yes and no."
The door opens and Justin comes back into the room, goes to the two guys and unclips Brandon from the other slave's ankle. He helps Brandon sit up and runs His hand through the boi's hair. "sorry about that," He says to Brandon. Brandon kisses His arm; Justin smiles at him and leaves the room again.
Henry speaks, "Damn that was so amazing! So sweet! It looks like you've lucked out, kid. I don't know what your Dom/sub dynamic is like, but it is clear that that Master really cares for you a lot."
"Wow. It's nice to hear you say that, Henry. Thank you. And the feeling is mutual."
"I'm envious, except I need it a lot rougher."
"Well, this is the first time for me, so He's going slow with me. Anyway, I asked about how you felt being sold to Master Chuck, and you answered `yes and no.' So what's going on?"
"The reality of actually being sold like a possession to another Master has totally wiped away any trace of pride in me, and that is a good thing because pride in a sub like us is not very becoming. Besides, Master Chuck has a heavy hand when it comes to punishment, and He beats me even if He just suspects I'm resisting or resenting anything."
"that sounds rough."
"It is, especially because sometimes there is nothing sexual at all about His beatings. That's the one thing that I'm hating about all of this."
"What do you mean about them not being sexual?"
"No talk to prepare me. They come out of the blue, completely unexpected so I don't' have a chance to get myself psyched for it, they just happen and I'm always gagged because He doesn't like to hear screams, and I like to scream, so that's taken away from me as well, and after it's over, He just leaves me bound sometimes for hours without a word from Him at all. No cooling down. No after care. And the thing that is must frustrating to me is that when He wants to have a real scene with me, He is totally awesome and has me totally turned on and deep into sub space, and it's almost as if He is making love to me with the strap or whip He uses on me during those scenes. I fucking love it. but it doesn't happen too often because more often than not He finds reason to punish me like an animal. And He uses a fucking cane for punishments."
"Don't think I could take that."
"You're young yet, Brandon. Things build up over time. Just you wait and see. Now I heard your Master speak about punishment when you get home. What will that be like?"
"Not too bad. He's using a homemade whip made out of rawhide shoelaces, says that's about all I can handle, and He's right, because He always finishes up with some real hard lashes and I do scream and cry. But after the punishment is over, He takes such good care of me that I think I'm falling in love with Him all over again."
"Definitely don't feel love towards Master Chuck. At least not yet. This is a real rough adjustment period for me, and He keeps promising me that things will be very different once He's broken me in the way He wants me."
"do you believe Him?"
"Yes. I have to. Otherwise I'd just quit the whole thing and either run away or claim my freedom."
"Are you really into all this bondage? It looks pretty vicious."
"that's one part I love. Especially because sometimes when He gets me into some artistic position, He just walks away and leaves me there for a long time alone. And I like that. that's when my mind starts soaring into wonderful spaces."
"interesting."
"Sshh! I hear them coming back. nice talking to you, Brandon."
"Same here, Henry. Good luck."
"thanks" The lights go on and the Masters return. Immediately Master Chuck gags His slave with a penis gag, unbinds me, releases the slave's wrists from its ankles and clips them to the wall. Spread its legs as far as possible and binds them as well. Kicks it in the balls and the slave makes a pain-filled noise around its gag.
Justin comes over to me and examines my wrists for marks and then kisses each wrist and then my forehead and whispers, "Go and grovel before Master Chuck but remain silent until He dismisses you."
I remain down there for quite a long time, because Master Chuck has a few more things to say to Justin about how to "break" a beginner slave until it finally realizes what it is meant to be. He speaks softly so I can't make out all of what He is saying, but I have never thought of what I am experiencing as a process of being "broken." To the contrary, I feel that I am being made whole. Finally, Master Chuck orders me to crawl to my Master with my nose on the ground and follow Him back to the car the same way. But as soon as we are outside and Master Chuck has closed the door, Justin helps me stand up and get into the car.
Justin drives away from the house and tells me He wants to have a free conversation with me about what just happened. I am so pleased to hear this because I have a lot to process and don't really want to keep it all to myself. Justin begins his remarks with a single word:
"Interesting. You know I've told you that I'm all about the pain, and that I'm used to giving it rough. And that's when I met Chuck and we became friends because we were both heavy players. But things are different now." He messes up my hair again and I resolve never ever to get a haircut again. as if it were up to me to decide that. "But today, listening to Him tell me about His attitudes with this new slave, and seeing what little I got to see, I have to say, Not my cup of tea. It's always interesting to see how others attempt to live this life style. There is obviously a lot of variety. Even between Me and My housemates, there is plenty of variety. I think I would place Chuck somewhere between Andy and Lou, leaning strongly towards Lou. So tell me, boi, did you learn anything?"
"With all due respects, Sir, You have told Your slave that Lou has never owned a slave, so it is impossible to determine what that would be like. But Yes, Sir, I learned a lot, and some of it was disturbing.
"Go on, boi, please."
"There is a lot I never thought about or imagined. I was especially shocked to learn that a slave can be sold to another Master. Is that a common thing, Sir?"
"Not common, but it does happen from time to time. But what is going on with Master Chuck and His slave is not really a sale outright. His slave holds down a responsible job and earns decent money. His former Master simply wanted to be compensated for 6 months of wages he would lose should he turn the slave over to Master Chuck. Chuck can easily afford it and besides, the slave will earn back its sale price by turning all its wages for 6 months over to Him. And most likely continue to do so for as long as Chuck still wants the slave to hold down the same job."
"That sounds a lot better, Sir. The slave told me some things that made me feel very sad for it."
"Such as?"
"Master Chuck makes a difference between a "sexual beating," and Henry says those are fantastic, and also the punishment beatings that the slave gets almost every day. Master Chuck told the slave from the very beginning that He was going to re-train him because He didn't approve of the way it had been living with its former Master, and He was very blunt about it. He told the slave that He intended to "beat it into submission" and that is what is happening. Sounds scary to me, Sir."
"Perhaps, but don't forget that this slave is a lot older than you and has had a lot more experience living as a slave. It's all a question of "degrees," boi. In My own way, Brandon, I am also beating you into submission. It there is something I don't like, some way I want to change your behavior or your thinking, what happens to you, boy?"
"I get whipped, Master. Oh, I see! But You are good to me after You punish me, Sir. Master Chuck just leaves the slave bound and alone for a long period of time after a beating. No after care or anything like that."
"I could never do such a thing, even with the subs who wanted rough treatment. But especially not with you, Brandon. So don't be alarmed by that kind of thing."
"He admitted to me that this is a real rough adjustment period but Master Chuck has promised that things would be different once He has finished breaking in the slave. But I am not sure what that really means, Sir."
"It's just a tougher way of talking. Again, Brandon, if you take a good look at what has been happening to you since that night we met, perhaps you can see that you, too, are being broken in, but My methods are quite different and I wouldn't use those words to describe what I'm going with you."
"How would you describe it, Justin?"
"Training you, introducing you to the lifestyle and what it means to be a sub or a slave."
"So what am I, a sub or a slave or something else?"
"I use the word slave sometimes, but I probably shouldn't. It's too soon for you.
"Justin, I want to please You and make You happy so much that just my own feelings are helping me to become whatever it is that You want me to become."
"Yes, that is true, sweet boi. You are My good boi. And that makes Me happy. And I am careful not to push you in directions you are not ready to go in or you are not ready to ever try. I want you to be happy as well, but as Mine, and I don't want to label it right now. But just reread the emails I have sent you. Notice that I have been modifying your behavior even on campus, and will continue to do so over time, bit by bit. You told Me you needed to be controlled, and that is what I am doing, and all decisions about aspects of your life and your behavior are now my domain, not yours. My goodness, boi, I even control the way you piss now. And all this without having to "beat you into submission."
"Master, sometimes I feel that You are loving me into submission."
"Nicely put, but don't you dare say that to anyone else. You'll make Me a laughing stock."
"Understood, Master. You want to maintain Your reputation as a hard Dom."
"Precisely. You are the anomaly in My life, boy."
"Probably just what You needed. a change of pace."
"For now."
They drive on in silence, east lost in His own thoughts for a while.
Brandon speaks up. "I thought I overheard Master Chuck asking if You were going to let me continue in college or if You were going to put me out to labor. That really upset me, Sir."
"You see, that's a big difference between Me and Chuck. In His eyes, that was a good question, but in My eyes it sounds totally ridiculous. And I have to say that I lost some respect for Chuck when He said that. A good Master/Dom always wants to bring out the best in his slave/subs. A good Master wants His slave to thrive. I know you need to be controlled, boi, but there are some aspects of your life that I refuse to take control of, and your education is one of those. As is your relationship with your mother and your friends. But I shouldn't judge Chuck and 17 for the way they're living. 17 is older and has a lot of experience and apparently has a respectable job in the real world. It's kind of ironic because although He likes to talk mean, I doubt Chuck would do anything at all to endanger 17's career. So even there, one has to hope that Chuck has some common sense about things. Although, I agree with you that He really likes to talk tough. And you've had some information from 17 about just how tough Chuck can really be."
"Sir, I think I'm beginning to understand that in this world, tough talk does not necessarily mean tough action."
"Good for you."
"How about Lou?"
"You know, I'm really not sure about Lou. I don't know for sure if Lou is actually as tough as He makes Himself out to be. It could all be an act. He could actually be a pussycat, although I doubt it. No one ever chooses to stay with Lou beyond a week or two, if even that, so I suspect He is pretty harsh. But there is a lot theater in all this. Consider what you've already experienced with Me, Brandon."
"A theater with clearly-defined roles?"
"Pretty much, but it takes a lot of time and patience and communication to determine what those roles are and how they are to be played and when."
"Can you give Your slave an example, Sir?"
"One perfect example is the way you just worded your question. To a certain extent, I am giving you some lines to use."
"hmmmmm...or, to use tougher language, You are training Your slave how to speak."
"Precisely. That's how I like to consider it: I am training you for the role I want you to play."
"And I consent to the training. Because . . . "
"Because that's how you're put together, Brandon. You need to find a Dom who is willing to train you as you become more and more of a sub."
Brandon thinks to himself "I hope I have found Him."
"Sir, You told this boi that he must stay naked everywhere on his floor in the dorm. Is that part of Your training?"
"Of course it is. On more than one level."
"I'm not sure what You mean by that, Sir."
"Well, on one level your need to be a sub is satisfied if you obey what I ordered. But on another level, it is most definitely mental training for you, training you to experience the embarrassment of being naked when everyone else is clothed, and the funny looks or even nasty looks you might get because of it. And on yet another level, as a result of this, you are being trained to think of yourself as less than everyone else, straight or gay. And in others' eyes who understand, they know that I am managing to humiliate you even when I'm not around."
"Wow. All that."
"Do you disagree with any of it?"
"No, Sir. Not at all. I'm just blown away by how brilliant You are about this stuff." He reaches out to stroke his Master's thigh. Master clasps his hand.
"You are no dummy, Brandon, so I expect you to grasp My insights without too much difficulty. As far as I'm concerned, these types of matters are the very best part of the scene and more important than individual sex acts. So tell me, how did you feel about the way Master Chuck was treating you?"
"Can't say turned on, Sir, not much anyway. Felt very much just like a thing, a possession, something You picked up at the store and wanted to show Him. In fact, that's exactly the way You described it when you called Him on the phone, Sir."
"And why did I describe it that way?"
"Because that's the language Master Chuck speaks. You can speak many different languages, I suspect, but Master Chuck only has one language to use."
"Good thinking, boi. Precisely."
"Well, I am an English major, Sir."
"Maybe you should switch to linguistics!"
Brandon giggles. "Maybe so. I love learning about grammars of other languages. But it's too early to declare any particular specialty, and linguistics is mostly for graduate school. I don't even know if they have any courses in it here."
"Worth checking."
"Is that a suggestion or a command, Sir?"
"Well, since you put it that way, it's a command. I want you to find out if U offers any courses in linguistics this week."
"Yes, Master. Will do."
"See, with the right care, I can even exert at least a little bit of control over educational matters as well."
"But You did it with an eye to my future development. Classy."
Justin pulls into the parking lot of a diner. "Breakfast food for supper, boy."
"Yes, Sir. Love it."