Sweet Subjugation

"The alex series" book 2: Sweet Subjugation

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Chapter 89. Emails

Morning comes. Justin gets brandon up and going and feeds it His cock for a horrible tasting breakfast then drives the slave back to campus for its morning class. "Make sure you get some coffee before heading to class, and maybe a piece of toast or a muffin to absorb My piss in your disgusting belly. And write me before I pick you up on Friday. I miss getting emails from you."

And as it turns out, a lot of emails have been spotted which may be of interest. This first one is from Jonny to Andy.

Dear Sir,

I'm finding it very hard to write these words but I can't stand how powerful the desires are in me to be across your lap again, if you know what I'm referring to. I don't understand why. I was never like this before. But after it was all over, and even before it stopped hurting, I had this feeling inside that was better than any drug.

I can't touch myself without it coming to mind, and then . . . well, you know how short my trigger is.

I would like to ask you for another chance at it, and this time I'll try to be a little tougher and not end up crying like a pathetic little boy. But please don't make fun of me, Sir. It's taking a lot to even ask you to help me figure out what's going on with me and why I'm even asking.

Please, Sir.

Jonny

. . .

A second email, and I'm sure this will be a surprise, from Michael to, of all people, Gregor.

Hello, Sir,

This is Michael. Hope you remember me. I probably made you think I'd never want anything to do with you again, but I guess part of that is true, but another part of me wants you to know that the things you were doing with me and the way you were talking to me really got to me inside and I wish there could be more of it, if only, and please don't get mad at me for asking, but if only it could just be you and me somewhere private and safe and quiet, just the two of us. If you are willing to give that a try I promise to do my very best to make sure you have a good time doing what you want to me. Only not in a bar or club. Maybe even my room on campus if you don't have anywhere else you'd be willing to do it.

Or if you'd be willing to do it. I liked having you make my face so wet, and a lot of the other stuff too. And I'm a lot tougher than I was back at the beginning of the semester. So if you're open to this request—or rather, begging on my knees---please let me know at your convenience.

Yours,

Michael

. . .

And, of course, brandon obeys Justin's command and actually gets something to him before going to sleep on Thursday night.

Master,

Your slave missed the emails, too, Sir. They really help a lot and make it easier to be together without having to have countless discussions about what's going on or what's not going on. And for this slave, Master, it feels free and also safe to open its mind to You without having to worry about any immediate reaction. So much is going on. So much has gone on. And more and more life makes more sense even during the hardest times, like when Your slave has had to gulp more than it thought it could ever take, or when You're lighting fires on its body and listening to the music it makes for You when You are working it over like the slave You want it to be. Life looks so different now that You're back and nearby and when it thinks of You now, it does not feel so alone and unprotected and it doesn't feel as if its life doesn't make any sense.

It makes so much sense, Master, on its knees or at Your feet, or sobbing into Your t-shirt, sore and exhausted, knowing what it means to be owned, what it means to be under discipline, what it means to drink from You no matter how difficult it may be at times. Your slave is having a difficult time right now trying to put into words what it feels towards You, how grateful it is, how frightened it may be of disappointing You in any way.

Master, Your slave remembers what You told it Wednesday night, how slaves usually need regular punishment for years before they are properly formed; that was so humiliating to hear and yet at the same time, this faggot is glad things are like that because it needs so much from You and knows it still has a very long way to go.

Soon this semester will be over, Master, and this faggot is wondering how it will be allowed to spend its time before Christmas, where it will go, so many things, and it seems like the time between my last exam on Thursday and Christmas with Your Father is just one long empty stretch of time when it will be hard for this slave to catch its breath if it cannot be with You, even bound up and left in Your dungeon covered in welts and piss while You are out with Your friends. At least in that way its life would have meaning and its slavery would make sense.

It's been one heck of a semester, Master, and it is not what it thought it was when it first arrived at the U. It is better than it ever imagined it could be and that is because it is not afraid to love You and to give itself to You in all ways.

It is hard to write now, Master. It hopes You will be patient with it and help it to get the knack again very soon. It loves you more than it ever thought possible to love another man—no, not just a man but more than a man. A Master. its Owner.

slave brandon

. . .

Another?

Oh yes, a quick reply to Jonny from Andy.

Jonny,

I am pleased that you managed to find the courage to write and to ask for things to continue in your training. Please pay close attention to that word, Jonny: training. You are asking for a return visit, and that means you are consenting for me to continue training you. What do I mean by training? I mean that under my guidance and my rule you will be led to experience things that you do not yet have in mind, It means that you will learn how to humble yourself to Me in a way that pleases Me, just as you have pleased Me by writing and asking for more discipline over My knees.

I did mention to you last time, and I hope you remember this, that things must advance beyond where they were the last time, that things don't stay the same each time you get the guts to visit me, and that you will need to find within yourself the urge to obey the wishes of another man, because I am going to make some demands of that obedience.

For one thing, then next time you are here you will strip completely naked and remain that way until it is time to leave. In addition to that, I expect you will have yourself shaved below—all of it, the pubes, the balls, the sac, the area between your legs. Either do it yourself or find someone else to do it for you. I don't care how. I just want to see bare flesh down there. Ask a swimmer if you can't think of anyone else; they are used to shaving each other on the team, I believe. But get it done before you presume to make any further demands of my time.

I also recommend that you start playing with your nipples because I intend to do that in addition to spanking you, and when I am done with them, they will be as sore as your ass. It's a good part of training a boy like you.

One further thing: concerning your quick trigger. That is tiresome to a man like me. It would be better if we didn't have to deal with that. So when (and if) you do come here again, I want you to know that I will be locking up that dick in a cage similar to what brandon wears before I begin to spank you. This way there will be no question of you shooting any more cum from your dick. And it is much better for a boy such as yourself to receive a good thrashing from a Superior Man without there being any possibility of his own orgasm as part of the deal. It is only fitting that you be placed under control this way.

So those are my terms if there is to be a second meeting. When you reach a point where you are willing to accept these terms, then you know what you must do before coming here, and what to expect when you are here. Contact me only after you've been shaved bare. Then we will make plans for further discipline and training.

One more thing: From now on, I wish you to address Me as Sir. Do not use My name. My name is for My friends. You are not My friend. You are a boi seeking better discipline in its life. We will never be equals.

Sir

. . .

Here is a quick email to Justin from Pete, the owner of the club He attends:

Justin---all things are set for a permanent membership for your slave, to be identified simply as "Justin's slave" with no other personal information required. Please order the slave to remain completely silent for its first several visits as is our custom. Gag it if necessary, but failure to comply will result in its membership being terminated. This is because of an incident which took place not too long ago.

Pete

. . .

Friday morning when brandon wakes up, the first thing he does it take a look at his phone to see if his Master has replied to the email he sent. Yes, He has. And it is a whopper!

slave brandon,

I find it necessary to be very stern with you in this email. After all that has happened in our lives lately, I am afraid that you have somehow assumed that you no longer have to think as a slave, that you have spent a bit too much time out of sub space and that this is causing a great amount of confusion as to what is proper for a slave, how a slave should be thinking, what a slave must endure as part of its slavery. I am hoping this email may provide the necessary correction and that you may once again bow down to the ground in your mind and once again think like the slave you need to be. It is sometimes difficult for me as well to make sure I continue to be the Master I need to be and the Master that you need me to be so that you may surrender more completely to My rule, My discipline, My control and My guidance—all the things you have asked Me for so often.

Travelling together has been difficult for both of us. Now that we are both home again and things will be more stable, this will be a good time go get you settled under the discipline that is so important for you. I hope this email will leave you groveling and begging for better control and a more strict way of thinking. And so, with all that said, let's get down to the issues which I think are a cause for concern and correction.

For example: How many times have I told you that you do not ever have to worry about more than one day at a time because I am resolved to arranging each and every detail of your life? Do you really think that I would leave you out there "in the lurch" for days on end with no plan for how you will spend your time, what you will be doing, and how you will be serving Me? All of that is arranged, boi, every moment of your time. And if I choose not to give you a pre-printed schedule to observe, what is that to me? And what is it to you? Do we need to review basics again, perhaps under the lash, until you finally begin to understand that it means to be MY slave? There is no part of the break between semesters that has not already been arranged by Me, just like the time I was away on business was filled with duties and responsibilities and ways for you to be further humiliated and subjugated before other men who happen to be Superior to you. So please give yourself a gift, the gift of peace, the gift of a worry-free life (as much as possible). There is only one thing you need to be worrying about at all times, and that is this: Am I obeying? That is all. And so now, obey Me and stop seeking to find out what your life will be like once exams are over. Leave that to Me.

Yes, indeed, these emails are good. It is a good way for you to remain naked for Me, inside and outside, and don't be concerned whether or not your emails to Me are literary masterpieces. That is not their purpose. Their only purpose is for you to present yourself to Me, humble and open and naked. I no longer wish to hear you complain or apologize that what you write Me is measuring up to some standard you have imposed on our communication. The only standard is you, naked, revealing everything to Me in whatever form it may take.

Also, I want you to know that if you ever make a cheap attempt to drop hints to me about how difficult it is for you fulfill one of your most basic duties to me, serving Me whenever I wish as My personal urinal, you can expect to spend entire days drowning in pain. I know it is difficult. I know how humiliating at times, and unpleasant a task it is, and how unfitting for a free boi—which you most definitely are not. What are you asking? What are you hoping for? That we might regress and go backwards? That I might seek to make your life as My slave more pleasant? That I will not seek what just about every other Master I know regularly seeks from His slave or slaves as part of their service to Him? And please tell me this: would it make things easier for you if I were to give you a good thrashing or whipping before putting My cock in your mouth so I can let go of My load of piss down your throat? If that is something that would make it easier for you, just let me know. I'm sure I can arrange suitable discipline if that is what you need. Or perhaps it would be better if I were to whip you while My piss has just settled into your belly? What do you think about these two possible ways of making it more meaningful for you? Let me know and I'll make sure to have a whip or switch or cane handy before and after such times. As it is, slave, I would expect you to be grateful that I am not requiring you to drink My morning piss. Many Masters require that from their slaves you know. I promise you this, faggot: if you ever indicate in any way whatsoever that drinking My piss is an unpleasant chore for you, or that you are too dignified to submit to it, you will find yourself gulping down My morning piss as soon as I wish to get out of bed. Don't test me on this, because I have a good mind to begin requiring that from you from now on. So let's skip the drama, slave. You are now My urinal. It took a good long time for Me to get you to this point. I do not intend to go easy on this or be concerned with how inconvenienced it may make you or how unpleasant it may be. That is your problem. Either that, or claim your freedom. Those are your only alternatives. And please do not try to get on My good side by groveling or apologizing for what you wrote. Simply put an end to it for once and for all, and open your mouth, your throat and your belly whenever I require it.

Before long, slave, I will not be the only Superior Man who will be using you as the Urinal I WANT YOU TO BE. Bring that idea with you down into your sub space.

The beginning of your second paragraph is much more acceptable to me; in fact, I praise you, boi, for the way you expressed yourself in the first sentence. Sore, exhausted, sobbing, owned, fearful of disappointing Me. Yes, indeed, that is the way I like to think of you, and I will think of those things the next time you get to suck My cock. It was not good that the only cock you sucked on Wednesday evening was Andy's, not that it is good for you to service Him that way frequently; nonetheless, the next time this happens I will make sure to fuck your face Myself while the taste of His cum is still in your mouth. I will not neglect to do that again, because I suspect it is one of the reasons why you felt so awkward writing to me last night, since your last memory of cock was not of Mine but rather of My friend's. That is not right and from now on I will always make sure you have swallowed My cock before each day comes to an end.

As far as a long period of punishment is in the cards for you, I assure you that it will be for a good many years, partly because that is what you need, and partly because that is what I enjoy the most about owning a slave like you. It will never get easy, believe me. Each time will always seem like the very first time.

To conclude, always make sure that you respect Me primarily as your Master and Owner. That will never change. Romantic love between equals is indeed a wonderful thing, but it is not meant for you and Me because we will never be equals, brandon. Never forget that. And if the day comes when you feel it essential to be on an equal footing with the man you love, you know what you will need to do: go find out who that person might be, because it will never be Me. I know you love Me, but because of that love I think you have developed expectations which are unrealistic. Never forget that I love you because you are My slave. I love you because you are naturally inferior to Me and live and act that way at all times. I love you because you drink My piss. Basically, what I love is the subjugation more than anything else and you have to learn to deal with reality as it is. You want to know how I love you? Grovel and beg for My piss, and you will understand.

Despite the fact that I have needed to correct you in this email, know that I think that at heart you are a good boi, and that you show promise to become even a better boi for Me, a better and more subjugated slave for Me as time goes by. That is what you are meant to be. That is what you always will be no matter where you go or to whom you turn. Never forget that.

You are correct: these emails are indeed important. You reveal so much to Me when you write Me. Make sure you do it often as a way of serving Me.

I look forward to the weekend. I will pick you up at exactly 6 pm tonight. Be barefoot and bare-chested when you are waiting outside your dormitory. I understand it may be cold out. Nonetheless, I expect to see you standing there and waiting for Me when I arrive. Do not even think of staying inside while keeping an eye out for My car. Be outside in advance. Suffer the cold. As your Master, I expect you to offer Me that suffering. That will be a good way for us to begin the weekend.

Master

...

Jonny writes to reply to Andy's email:

Sir,

Thank You for Your reply to My request and for making things very clear to me as to what may happen and what is to be expected should I come to You again in the future. Now that I know what is ahead of me in what You refer to as my "training," I will better be able to take time to absorb what You have told me. At the moment my urges and desires are pretty strong, but to be honest I am not sure if they are strong enough for me to surrender to what You have planned. I am pretty sure that I will eventually get to the point where I can agree to what You have decided will be the next step for me, and I promise to let You know as soon as this is true.

Thank you, Sir, for Your time and Your interest, and I hope that I will be brave enough to submit to more of Your training in the near future.

Jonny

. . .

Meanwhile, Gregor sends Michael a short text telling him that He is not interested in what He's asking for but only wants to see him brutalized and worked over by His friends at the Club. It's either that or nothing at all.

Brandon's thoughts: Needless to say, I was not in the best of moods after I read Master's email this morning. After the second time I read it, something SNAPPED in me. I don't know what those presentations Justin attended were like, but something has really shifted since He's been away. I guess it was inevitable, but I don't feel like he's loving me; I'm simply His slave, his Property as He keeps on insisting. it seems like all I'm doing is getting lectured by an aggravated parent. I had two classes in the morning and can't really tell you anything that happened during them, even though we were drawing near to the end of the semester and important review material was in the syllabus for today. I didn't even go to sit at the Rainbow Table for lunch; in fact, all I had was a smoothie and I took it back to the room with me and finished it there. Fortunately, Michael wasn't around and I was glad to have the privacy.

I stripped naked even though it didn't make much sense to me to be stripping when I'm the only one around. I finished my smoothie while poking around on Facebook but didn't see anything interesting. I must have reread Master's email four or five times and every time I read it I was more convinced that once again it was time for me to make a choice. When I read that what He loved was the subjugation and the fact that I drink His piss, it hit me worse than any blow from a whip. It broke my heart. I wanted to give up on the whole thing. I understood what Master was getting at in His email but I was just tired. Tired of trying. Tired of failing. Tired of being caught out in mistakes that wouldn't even matter in an ordinary boy's life; in fact, they wouldn't even be mistakes. I mean, after all, would an ordinary boy feel bad about being called out on dropping hints that it was very difficult to drink piss?!!! Or on wanting to know what was going to happen over Christmas break?

Okay. Sure. I've loved Justin, maybe too much. Now I'm not as sure. He loves me mainly because I'm His slave? He loves me because I drink His fucking piss! I know, I said I wanted this and think I'm in love with Justin, but right now my continued existence as His slave looks pretty bleak. Maybe it's like what Michael discovered, that it's only after time someone shows His true collars. I can't imagine my life without Him, I keep saying, but all of a sudden I'm beginning to fear what life will be like with Him. What might it be like if I called it quits? What would my life be like over the next few weeks, especially with Mom and Barry away? What would I do? Where would I go? Of course, I could always go to Nana's and I know they would spoil me rotten, and it would feel good to be spoiled a little at this stage of things, but . . . .

I understand what Justin is trying to do. I understand that He is really serious about turning me into what I've said over and over again what I want to be. And in this email it is very clear that He feels it is time for Him to press me right down into the ground, right down into serious sub space, actually lower than sub space. Rather, maybe I should just call it "slave space."

He thinks He knows what it is that I want and need. He thinks He knows me. But does He? Really? If He really did understand, then would I be reacting to this email the way I am? Shit! What am I going to do? I wish I could just get into the car and take a long drive by myself somewhere, but Justin has my car and He has forbidden me to drive any more. Another thing He has taken from me because He is very serious about the role I have asked Him to play. I can't blame Justin for anything right now. I can't even get angry at Him for the things He said in His email. After all, He wrote to me as my Master, as a Master who realizes that His slave needs some serious correction to get things back to where they should be. But do I really want to go back there?

I'm the one with the big problem. I'm bristling. I'm yanking at the leash connecting me to Him. And I'm tired. So tired. Tired of thinking about this. Tired of being told the way things should be. There's no longer anything sweet about being trained by an irate parent-type. An idea came to me, prompted by something that He said in the email. Maybe what I need to do is just get down on the floor and grovel and stay there until I come to my senses. What the fuck? Can't hurt, can it? Okay.

Down I go, down to the floor, in position as I've been trained. Grovel, slave, grovel. Remember what you are meant to be. Does it still fit?

And so, down I go. And try not to think any more. Like a dog, I guess. Does a dog think when it is about to fall asleep? How about a slave? the only thing a slave should be thinking about is how to please its Master. the only question a slave should be asking itself is "Am I obeying?" Just like Justin said.

It feels good to be down here, it really does. And Lord only knows how many hours I have spent in this position ever since I first met Justin. Maybe if I just stay down here long enough and try not to think, maybe something will happen and I'll enter back into my true slave nature.

I fall asleep. I dream that my Dad is tucking me in and kissing my forehead the way He always used to do. He speaks to me in that tender voice I used to love so much. "You deserve to be loved, my sweet child, loved with heart and soul and spirit. Never settle for anything less than that." He takes my bright blue teddy bear off the shelf, the one He gave me on my first day of school. He puts it beside me and tucks the both of us in, and He fades away. Then alex is smiling at me. "Trust your gut, sweet boy. Trust your gut."

. . . . I hear my phone ringing. I must have fallen asleep. I'm not on the floor; I'm in bed, tucked under a warm blanket. When did this happen? What time is it, anyway? 4 pm?!!!! Damn! I really slept for a long time. Who's calling? Oh no, It's Professor Keaton. Shit! I slept right through His class.

I just let it ring. Until it stopped ringing. And I started dozing off again, only to be awakened again by the damn phone. the Professor again. I'd better answer or I'll be in even worse trouble.

I answer with a mumbled `hello'.

"brandon, are you okay? We missed you in class today. I'm concerned, boi. Talk to Me, boi."

"Oh I don't know what to say, Sir. I'm not in good space right now. Justin is upset with me. I'm upset with myself and very confused. Part of me just wants to give all of this up, and yet here I am. I fell asleep and slept away the afternoon. I had some beautiful dreams. I tried to grovel on the floor. I was hoping it would help me remember how good it felt to be a slave, but it doesn't feel very good right now because I don't feel very loved. I love Him for Him. He loves me because I drink His piss.

"son, all slaves go through times like what you are experiencing. Just keep breathing. Try not to think too much. Realize how much thoughts of rebelling hurt you deep down inside. brandon, if this way of life is not meant for you, then you would be able to simply get up and walk away from it and chalk the whole thing to an adventure that ended up in a bad place. Could you really do that, boi? If you belonged to Me, I'd have you bound to My whipping post to help you remember your destiny. But you don't belong to Me. You belong to Justin. And the things that you are saying to Me you should be saying to Him. After all, brandon, He wants you to be transparent, doesn't He? Sometimes bois like you need severe punishment in order to be honest with the Master."

"Yes, Professor, I guess I understand."

"Well then, be authentic with Him. Be transparent. Expose your mind to Him. It is more important than ever that you do this. The sooner the better. When are the two of you supposed to get together next?"

"6 pm, Sir. I'm supposed to be outside in the cold waiting for Him to pick me up. Barefoot and bare-chested. I just don't know if I can do it."

"Of course you can. Above all, remember your need to be obedient to this man. You have given yourself to Him, this man you call Master, this man who you say you are in love with. That is all I can say to you. Be obedient. Be transparent. And if He wants you outside in the cold almost naked, then do it. Don't fight His will right now. He has done nothing to deserve your disobedience. Or your rebellion. Or your brat-ness. Listen, I have a meeting in just a few minutes that I cannot skip, otherwise I'd be there with you very tempted to take you over My knee. Obey, boi. Reveal your mixed up mind to your Master. That is all I can tell you right now. Things will work out, boi. Don't try to carry all this around by yourself. Go get some more rest, but make sure you set your clock so you don't keep Him waiting. Take care. I'll keep you in My thoughts and hope to hear good news from either you or your Master before this day comes to an end."

He hangs up. Shit. More lectures. Yet another example of how a man cares for him because the man sees him as a slave, but not as an ordinary student needing guidance from an older and seemingly wiser man, especially in a time of crisis. Keaton is simply applying the pressure to keep him down, to dehumanize him, to consider him as nothing but a possession, a toy.

"Reveal my mind to my Master? Fuck that. Neither he nor Keaton has the right any longer to know what's on my mind. As much as I enjoy the kinky stuff, this humiliation is not doing anything to help me. It's all bullshit. Mind control. Subjugation, but there's nothing sweet about it at all.

I'm no better off than I was before He called me. I set the clock for 5:45 then change it and set it for 6 pm. Fuck being naked. Fuck being on time. I put on some warm clothes and sit at the computer to finish up the last paper I have to write for the semester. The words flow easily and it is quickly completed. I can't help but think of something Billy said to alex that last night in their dungeon, how He loves alex not because alex is His slave, but because alex is the great love of His life. Then I remember what Justin wrote to me, how it's my subjugation that He loves. That's not love! That's nothing more than roleplay with a sadist who will never change His stripes.

I get an idea and go to my RA's room and ask him if he has any tools that could cut through one of the links in the collar I'm wearing. He goes to the utlility cabinet and comes back with some sort of tool that easily is able to snap one of the links. I take off the collar for the first time since Justin first had it welded on to my neck. I feel like a thousand pound weight has just been lifted off my chest.

"You gonna be okay, brandon?" the RA asks. "More than okay. Thank you for your help."

Justin pulls up to the dorm just two minutes before 6 pm and is immediately annoyed that the slave isn't standing half-dressed in the cold waiting for Him as He instructed. He waits.

At 6:05, brandon comes out of the dorm warmly dressed and holding the broken collar in his hand. Justin is seething. When brandon gets into the car, Justin punches him in the balls and slaps him across the face. "After everything I wrote you today, you dare defy Me?"

"Justin, if you ever fucking touch me again I'll have you charged with assault. Take me back so I can pack up my things and get my car and have you take this fucking cage off me. And then you can fucking drink you own piss for all I care."

"Ok, boi, what's going on?" I realize that He is trying to alter the state of my mind. What's on my mind is no longer a concern of his. It's true: I've snapped out of it. I say nothing.

Shrugging His shoulders, Justin drives away. It was fun while it lasted. But it's not as much fun when He constantly has to remind the slave of things it should already have mastered. Apparently, it's all come to an end. He realizes that He doesn't have any option. Were it not for the threat the boy just made, He has a good mind to get him down into the dungeon and beat the daylights out of the faggot for draining Him of so much time and energy. No. Better to go back home. Better send this child faggot out of His life. Better to go beat the daylights out of someone else tonight at the Club.

Love? That was a short-lived game. Does this faggot really think it is worthy of My love in a romantic fashion without it on its knees sucking My cock and drinking My piss? Love? Nothing but an illusion. If it truly loved Me, it would be obedient and begging for punishment.

They go downstairs and brandon packs up his things while Justin stands there looking at him with a look he has never seen before. No tenderness. No admiration. Just a neutral face shown to someone who refuses any longer to be a good boy. He looks bored and impatient to get rid of him.

Brandon opens his pants and takes out his caged dick. "Unlock me, please." Justin does so, resisting the urge to squeeze the boy's balls until they pop. Brandon closes his pants. "Car keys, please." Justin goes to his desk and gets them to hand to the boy. He has nothing more to say. Brandon takes his things, but before he leaves he has one thing to say to Justin. "If you ever have a chance, reread the last conversation that Billy has with alex. Then compare it to the email you sent me today. That should explain everything that needs explaining." And he turns around and walks upstairs and out the door and drives himself back to campus.

A deep freeze sets in that night, unexpected for this time of year. And as quickly and as simply as that, two hearts that were burning for one another, each in their own way, have suddenly gone cold.

Later that night, the guys at the club are pleased to see Justin acting like his old self, shredding the ass of a tough old sub with a thick cane until the guy passes out. Then selecting which kneeling sub is worthy enough to suck His cock. It feels good to be back. It feels good not having to try to expand anyone's limits, but rather to work over old subs who were broken a long time ago.