Sweet Subjugation

"The alex series" book 2: Sweet Subjugation

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CHAPTER 78. Going home; Finding a dungeon along the way and a new friend.

Brandon's Nana invited them to breakfast before they head back to campus, so they wake up at 8 am, or rather brandon wakes Justin up at 8 am because he's suckling his Master's cock and Justin gets a little upset because He never cleaned Himself off after fucking the boi the night before. "As much as I appreciate your service, little boy, I wish you wouldn't put My dick in your mouth when I didn't clean it after fucking you. That's not healthy, ass to mouth." brandon quickly moves back up and suckles Justin's armpit instead. Justin giggles and then smacks the slave on its rump. "Go brush your teeth, piggy boi."

brandon gets out of bed and goes into the bathroom. Justin follows soon after and stands there watching brandon bush his teeth. After he spits, he says to Justin, "I'm sorry, Master. I just wanted to give You a nice surprise. It didn't smell or anything so I never thought of it." "Well, now you know. No ass to mouth. But it was My own fault. I really should have cleaned Myself right after I fucked you, but we were so comfy in the bed."

"I love it when I hear You say I fucked you, Master. It always reminds me that I belong to You and that You can do anything You want to me."

"that really turns you on, doesn't it, that I have total rights to your body at all times."

"Yes, Master. This body is for Your pleasure, however You want to take it. I was thinking of that yesterday when Mom and Barry said their vows to each other, only those aren't the same vows I would make."

"What would you want to say to me if we ever get married?"

"I promise to love You and obey You at all times, and I give my body to You for Your pleasure and anything You ever want from it. Something like that."

"Nothing about being My urinal?" Justin teases him.

"That was included under anything You ever want from it. All inclusive. I don't want the whole world to know that I drink Your piss, especially not my grandparents."

"Oh, so then I can have a big U tattooed on your forehead?"

"Red to tattoos, Master. Besides, I know better. I know You don't like them."

"Maybe pierced nipples like larry has?"

"wouldn't that ruin the fun?"

"how so?"

"You wouldn't be able to torture them the way You do now."

"Ah, so you admit you like that torture?"

"To a point, Sir, to a point."

"You've never safeworded it . . . "

"I try not to do that too often. I probably shouldn't tell You this, Master, but I'm starting to really get turned on when You break Your slave past its pain limits. And besides, it always seems like You always know just when to stop---right before I'm going to safe word."

"Well, if that's the case, maybe I should take away your safe words. Can you trust Me that much?"

"Isn't it kind of soon for that, Justin?"

"Almost everything I do to you is too soon, boi."

"Why do you say that, Sir?"

"Because I would have expected you to be a lot less willing to submit to some of the things that you do. You're always surprising Me."

"that's a good thing, no?"

"I guess so. I'm just surprised, that's all. Pleasantly so, I guess."

"Am I disappointing You some way, Master?"

"On no. Never, sweet boi. Not at all. But when we get home today, we can test out that "no safe words" idea because I'm not going to go easy on you when I punish you tonight. 6 lashes, remember."

brandon gulps. "Yes, Master, Your slave remembers."

"You don't sound as afraid as you used to."

"isn't that a good thing, Master?"

"yes and no. Yes because I'm proud of you for getting tougher. No because sometimes I like seeing the fear in your eyes before I do something to you that you're not sure of. I'm going to have to expand my repertoire."

"Uhoh."

"and besides, just last night you safeworded the t-shirt I made you wear during the wedding."

"With good reason. It was driving me crazy all day."

"Well, it didn't do much damage. I guess you're just not turned on by abrasion."

"Is that what it was about? Abrasion?"

"Yes. It's called an "abrasion shirt."

"Never heard of such a thing."

"Well it's in the trash now, so maybe you still need safe words after all . . . "

"Wish I didn't. Wish I could just get into a mind set where I would surrender to anything."

"young man, that could be dangerous. Maybe not with Me, but if you ever went off trying that with someone else."

"As if You're gonna let me go off with someone else without You being there."

"Kurt was telling me yesterday how sometimes He pimps out larry."

"What do you mean?"

"He advertises His slave on a kinky escort site and allows others to buy it for the night."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"hot!"

"You think? Consider this: I advertise your services for money and the first one that rents you is Gregor and He brings you to that Russian club He attends and strips you and ties you to a post for everyone do do what they want to you."

"Hot idea, but awful reality, I guess."

"Yes. We talked about that, remember, how so often masturbation fantasies are a lot more extreme than what we'd so in real life."

"I wouldn't know. I haven't been allowed to masturbate since I met You, Sir."

"And you're not going to, slave. Those days are over for you. That little dick of yours will be kept under lock and key for a long time to come unless I have a specific reason for letting it go free."

"Can't believe how much that turns me on, Justin."

"A lot of guys get turned on by nearly-permanent chastity. Haven't you ever seen that on line?"

"Not really."

"larry's been locked for over two years. Kurt told me."

"I never got much chance to talk to larry."

"Well maybe we'll go there after Christmas. Or Kurt and I were talking about the four of us meeting somewhere warmer. Would you like that? Or maybe a dude ranch for Masters and slaves that Kurt was telling me about."

"Master, I'd like anything You wanted for Your slave, but I'm afraid of horses."

"That could be interesting. You'd REALLY have to trust Me then."

"Do you think I don't trust You enough, Master?"

"good for me to know, about the horses. Well, come on, let's get our showers and get going or we'll be late to Nana's."

Breakfast with Nana and G'anpa was sweet. Blueberry pancakes, in case you haven't guessed, was what she served her beloved grandson. The spoke about the wedding and the reception and how lovely everything was. Nana was happy for Sheila; it was a tragedy that her own son had died only 15 years into their marriage, but delighted that brandon was almost the spitting image of his father and the older he gets, the closer the likeness becomes. She also mentioned that a number of guests who were not that close to the immediate family were wondering why brandon and Justin were dressed alike even though Justin was Barry's best man and all brandon did was walk his mother down the aisle.

"What did you tell them?" brandon asked.

"I very simply stated that the two of you were dressed alike because the two of you are a couple, and then left it up to them to figure out how they would react to the news. In the long run, it doesn't matter to any of us anyway. Oh, and I wanted to tell you that G'anpa and I were impressed with that cute little church and we've decided to join up and leave our Catholic parish just like you and your mother did after you came out to her. I was very impressed with that sweet minister and how affectionate and endearing her little sermon was. So anyway, my sweet boy, the next time you're down here we can all attend your new church home together. I haven't said anything to your mother about it and won't until she gets back from her magnificent honeymoon. She's got other things on her mind at the moment. Barry is a wonderful man and I'm sure my own son is smiling down on them now from heaven, just as he is smiling on you, knowing that you've found someone special who will treat you well."

brandon agrees with her, keeping it to himself what is awaiting him when they get back home to Justin's house this evening. Piss and the strap and only Justin knows what else.

Before long they're back on the road; Justin order brandon to strip and ride naked all the way home, but to keep his shorts handy for when they have to get out of the car and when he has to pump gas about halfway home. Once again that proves to be an interesting adventure.

brandon is standing there filling up the car with gas. All he has on are his shorts and is barefoot and bare-chested once again, and an older guy pulls up on his motorcycle, and when he takes his helmet off he has a full head of curly red hair. brandon can't help but stare, and the guy stares back, noticing that the boy's nipples have obviously been worked on quite a bit. (Evidence of what that abrasive shirt did to him.) He speaks to brandon. "Have a taste for red hair, boy, do you?" brandon points to Justin sitting in the car and says, "Yes, just like my Master's," and can't believe he slipped like that. Justin decides to get out of the car at that point, just in case He has to do something to intervene after hearing what brandon accidentally said.

The guy looks at Justin. "So you're the Master, I assume?" Justin nods. "Well my name is Kevin and I'm happy to meet you. I like the way you've made the boy pump the gas while practically naked. It's good for boys like him to be exposed as much as possible, but you should teach him to mind his manners and not stare at strangers. It could get him into a lot of trouble."

"That's why I got out of the car, just to head off trouble," explains Justin.

"Well I'm not about to give you any trouble, although I'd love to have a crack at the boy if possible. Kind of horny today. Haven't felt a boy's warm mouth in a few weeks."

"Is that so? I'm open to offering its services if you know a safe place to go."

"Sure do. I only life about a mile off the highway if you've got the time to stop by. I've got a well-equipped dungeon you might be interested in checking out as well."

"sounds good," says Justin. As soon as we're done here, just lead the way. The slave here hasn't been used by anyone other than me for almost a week now since we were with its family. Spoiled. Could use the humiliation and I assure you he's a talented cocksucker."

brandon is standing there blushing like crazy and hoping this whole deal will happen. Kevin starts up his bike, the guys get back in the car, and they're off.

"so this guy has a dungeon. I think we might spend some time here. it would be good for you to get worked over after being treated like a princess the past several days, boi."

"Whatever You say, Master."

"Tell me the truth. What are you experiencing?"

"Turned on, Master. This is so random. What are the chances of meeting a hot dude who actually has his own dungeon, right here in the middle of nowhere. I hope You let him enjoy me, Sir."

"I certainly do. Besides, I have to take a piss, so I'll let him watch you drain my bladder like a good slave."

"Yes, Master. That will be very difficult but this slave will do its best."

"Of course you will, boy."

Before long they're at Kevin's place which is a small house done up like a log cabin. Perfect setting. Justin orders brandon to strip before they get out of the car since the house has a lot of privacy. When Kevin sees the boi naked and caged, He laughs his head off. "Shit! What were the chances?"

"We were just saying the same thing," says Justin. Can we get going quickly, cause I have to take a wicked piss."

"Sure. Kevin unlocks the door and ushers them inside and says to Justin, "Bathroom is right through there on your right."

"Don't need a bathroom. The boi can take My load. It's trained as My urinal."

"Oh fuck man. This I've got to see. the slave takes it all?"

"Yes, and won't spill a drop if it knows what's good for it. We can do it right here. Slave, kneel and open your mouth!"

brandon is extremely embarrassed and hesitates.

"slave obeys right away, doesn't it," says Kevin, sarcastically.

brandon mutters a word "yellow."

Justin gets annoyed. "What the fuck were we talking about this morning, boi, about not having safe words any more? Did you forget so quickly?" He turns to Kevin to explain. "This is all new to this slave. I I just began using its urinal training last week so it's still rather skittish about it. The fact that I'm allowing you to view its humiliation this way is making it all the more difficult.

"Ah, I know it well, skittish slaves. My own often needs a lot of special motivation. I have a nice collection of implements you are free to use to get your point across if you need to, Justin."

"Thanks for the offer, but all I need to do is increase the punishment it has waiting for it from six to eight lashes. Or would you rather go for a full ten, boi? Get on your fucking knees right now and stop behaving as if you have some dignity that needs to be protected. You have none, and you know it. That's what you've repeatedly asked for and now that's what's you're going to demonstrate to My friend here. On your knees, slave, and open your mouth and if you hesitate any more, I'll make you drink Kevin's piss as well!" Justin reaches over and squeezes the slave's shoulder and it quickly falls to its knees.

"Don't forget what you are. Don't forget that your role in life is to surrender to everything and everything your Master demands of you, just like you admitted this morning. Now open that mouth to take My cock and swallow every drop of My piss like the trained urinal you have become."

As a tear falls down its face, the slave opens its mouth and receives the tip of Justin's cock and quickly the flow begins, only this time Justin moves His cock away from the slave's mouth so that Kevin can see the piss traveling from Justin's cock to the slave's mouth. "that's better. keep catching My piss and swallowing, slave. Show My friend Kevin what a good slave you can be."

No sound is hears except the flowing of the piss and the slave gulping it down. Justin says to Kevin, "I always love hearing the sound of a slave gulping down its Master's piss."

"Don't fucking spill any of it, slave, or you'll be licking it up AND drinking down Master Kevin's piss as well." Justin keeps on pissing, but eventually it comes to an end. "Clean the slit, pig!" orders Justin. Then He turns and whispers something to Kevin and Kevin says "be glad to help."

"Follow Me," orders Justin as He and Kevin go into the bathroom. "Get into the tub and kneel, slave." Shaking, brandon does as it's been told. "Open your mouth! Master Kevin is going to piss right into your mouth while you keep your mouth open. You don't have to drink any of it. Just let Him piss in your mouth and let it spill out and down your body."

Kevin steps up, takes out His cock and shoots a strong stream right into the miserable slave's mouth and keeps it going until He's finished, then shakes His cock over the slave's face and puts it away.

"You can close your mouth now, slave. Get used to the taste. You'll have it your mouth until Master Kevin washes it down with His cum."

Kevin turns on the shower water and uses it to rinse off the slave's body, who howls because the water is cold. Once He's done, He throws a soiled towel to the slave and allows it to dry off.

"Now let's see that dungeon and the things you have," announces Justin, and the two Doms walk down the stairs to the basement and when Kevin turns on the lights, Justin is quite impressed, not only with the layout and equipment, but also with the whips, straps, floggers and canes hanging neatly on the wall. Justin picks out a few straps and raps His own thighs and legs with them and finally picks one of them.

"This is about as powerful as the strap I use at home to punish you, so I've decided I'll punish you here so Kevin can enjoy the sight." He looks around and sees a set of stocks that He's interested in.

"They can be set for any height," explains Kevin. "Excellent. Please set them about here"---he indicates a position which will cause the slave to bend all the way over and opens the upper half. "let's try this," He says, leading the slave over and setting its head and wrists in place, then closes the upper half down an locks it, checking to see how much range of motion the slave has. "They're lined," says Kevin, "so they won't do any harm. And here, this might help." He slides a small table under the slave's stomach and abdomen and cranks it to just the right height to hold the slave in place. "I'd like to bind its ankles and upper thighs as well," says Justin, and Kevin gives Him what He needs to keep it bound in a way that prevents any movement.

The slave is now locked in position and it is already crying and saying how sorry it is.

Justin starts in with the questions that grounds the slave in its sub space.

"What are you?"

"a slave, Master."

"Who owns you?

"You do, Master."

"What can the Master do to you?"

"Anything He wants, Master."

"Your Master can punish you when you deserve it?"

"Yes, Master."

"Do you deserve punishment this week and today?"

"Yes, Master."

"Ask me to do it and why."

"Please punish your slave, Master, because it has resisted You and has been slow to obey you, Master."

"How hard can the Master punish you, slave?"

"As hard as the Master wishes, Sir."

"Can you use safe words to stop this punishment, slave?"

"No Master, this slave has no safe words. You have taken them away when it is punished, Sir."

"do you think that is fair, slave?"

"This slave has no right to decide what is fair or not, Master."

"Will you ever hesitate again when I order you to get into position to be My urinal, slave?"

"No, Master, this slave will never hesitate to be in place as Your urinal, Master."

"How many lashes will the slave receive as punishment?"

"Eight lashes, Master."

"Who owns you, slave?"

"You do, Master. Please punish Your slave, Master."

Kevin speaks up. "Fucking hot! I've got to do that with my boi when it gets home."

"Okay, slave. Your punishment is about to begin. Count each lash. No need to thank Me."

Justin takes the strap, gets a feel for it, and then hauls off and delivers the first last to the slave's naked butt. Immediately the slave screams out ONE.

As is His custom, Justin pauses a good long time after each lash, allowing the slave to cry and sob it out and focus in each dose of punishing pain. By the time He gets to FIVE, the slave is screaming so loudly it cannot manage to speak the number, so Justin simply waits until it is final able to do so. The slave knows that once it speaks the number the next lash will follow quickly after it, so speaking the number also means it is asking to be whipped even more.

Finally, the slave forces out the number and immediately after that the SIXTH lash crashes down upon it, a little lower than the others were and again the screaming and sobbing convulses the slave.

"This would have been the end of your punishment, but since you resisted My command to kneel and open your mouth, there are two more lashes to come. And after I have finished whipping you, Master Kevin is going to fuck your face and you'd better make sure you use that mouth and tongue to show it how grateful you are for His hospitality, or more lashes will follow. I'm waiting for your count, slave, or should we go back to one again."

"Please no, Master, please. SIX, Master."

The seventh follows quickly and Justin aims it so that it wraps around the slave's body and also lashes it in the front.

Again He waits for the sobbing slave to utter the number SEVEN and steps to the other side to deliver the final lash, again aiming for it to wrap around.

While this is happening, Kevin has removed his boots and pants and His hard cock is jutting out from His body, a good seven inches just about as thick as Justin's so this will be a convenient size.

"I'm waiting for the number 8, slave, or did I forget. Do I still need to give the eighth lash?"

"no Master. EIGHT, I'm sorry, Master."

Show Master Kevin how sorry you are. He wants you to suck His dick. Open wide, slave!"

Kevin steps around and puts just the tip in the boi's mouth at first, then gradually works it in deeper and deeper with strong strokes all the way out then all the way in, more each time.

"Feels damn good, Justin. You've done a good job training this slave's mouth, and there's nothing as good as fucking the mouth of a slave that just got whipped." Kevin keeps fucking brandon's face. "Shit, it was hot watching you get whipped, slave, like you deserved. I love hearing your screams and cries and sobs. I love seeing a slave like you punished far beyond your ordinary limits. I love seeing how much it has hurt you. I love fucking this mouth which was screaming out in pain just a little while ago! And suddenly his own words make him cum and he shoots his load right into the slave's mouth and orders it to swallow it down. Then He keeps fucking the slave's mouth until He softens, then demands the slave to clean Him off then steps back.

Justin speaks up. Kevin, could you hand Me some lube, please. Now I'm in the mood to fuck My slave's whipped ass to drive home the point."

Justin hands him a new can of Crisco. Justin raises His eyebrows. "so you're into fisting, eh?"

"You'd better believe it. Not you?"

"No, not yet anyway. I'll see how I feel in time. I just want to rape My slave's ass right now. This stuff will help a lot." Justin lubes up His dick and then sticks a couple fingers up its ass, then without any more preparation, rams Himself up the slave's ass in one savage stroke and once again the slave screams out, "You own me, Master."

"Good. Feel how much I own you, bitch!" And Justin keeps fucking the slave with no relief in sight until He has successfully blown His load up the slave's savaged ass. "You're right, brandon. I fucking own you. Feel it, inside and outside."

He finishes and takes a rag Kevin offers him to clean himself off, then says to Kevin. "Let's just leave this faggot bound here so it can keep sucking up its pain. Meanwhile we can go upstairs and exchange contact info."

"sure thing. And I'd offer you a drink but I know you have to drive. Coffee?"

"Coffee will be great, Kevin. thanks."

They leave the miserably sobbing slave bound in place and head upstairs. Kevin turns off the downstairs lights but leave the door open when they get to the top of the stairs, in case Justin has to hear the slave call out.

"That's one of the hottest punishment scenes I've ever seen, dude. Far hotter than any porn. I'm glad you decided to come back here with me."

"Why would you say hotter than any porn? I'm curious."

"Because for one thing, the porn stars are earning money. For another, they have built up high limits so any porn video is beneath their outer limit and their reactions are all acted out. This was real punishment of a real boy who has given itself to You and allows You to take it far beyond what it can bear. Those cries and screams were absolutely real. This boy isn't an actor. It really got punished here today."

"Perfect assessment. And yes, it was agonizing punishment. More than ever. Of course, I'll coddle the shit out of it now that it's over. But leave it down there for a while. let it absorb the humiliation and pain and subjugation and take it deep inside. It got what it's needed, and some real behavior modification just took place there."

"How so?"

"Well just considering what happened here, I do believe it will never ever hesitate when I order it to kneel and open its mouth, under any circumstances."

"And what was that about "yellow" I didn't follow that."

"Well, it's been using yellow and red as safe words, but today we were having a discussion about that and it told me that it wished it could live with no safe words, so I just took it up on its word. Now we'll see if it still wants to live without them."

"So what would you have done if you'd taken the safe word seriously?"

"I would have had to back off. So I probably would have given it privacy and not expose it to your witnessing it drink my piss. Or cancel it out completely."

"Interesting. And what will be the consequences of your doing what you did?"

"To tell you the truth, not sure. The extreme result would be that it decides it doesn't want to be My slave any longer, but we've already gone down that road just this past Tuesday, and I don't think that will happen again. In fact, that's what the six lashes were for. I'll let you know how things work out."

"Appreciate that. I've had my slave for five years now and we've had to work out a lot between us as well. But it's worth the work. When it gets home, it's going to need a whole lot of TLC to help it recover from four days in its very toxic family. And as it recovers it will begin begging for some pretty intense dungeon time. But I have to wait for that to develop. Meanwhile, I'll just have play the part of an understanding uncle, maybe for a few days. I hate it when it has to go to family, but it's not something I think I should put a stop to."

"What if you did?"

"to tell you the truth, that would be the best thing possible. But I don't' think it's ready for that yet. Things are really twisted. But, I must say, that its contact time has been greatly reduced. So far, only 16 or so days a year. Thanksgiving, Christmas, the mother's birthday and its baby brother's birthday. Sure as fuck wish we could rescue the baby brother, but that's another story for another time."

Justin looks at his watch. "I'd better go release the slave. Gonna need some alone time down there if you don't mind."

"Be my guest, man. Whatever it takes. No rush at all. You can spend the night if you want to."

"thanks for the offer, but we're both college students and have to get back tonight. Only about two hours from here."

"Two hours means there's always a chance for you to come back down. Consider it an open invitation, Justin."

"Thanks Kevin. Sure glad we ran into each other. Excuse me a second. Need to get a couple things from the car." Justin goes outside then comes back in with a butt plug, some lotion and a rag. Then he goes downstairs to collect the ravaged slaveboy.