CHAPTER TWO
Now I understand why Drew told me to get the cheapest t-shirts I could find. I can see how it's easy to lose them around here. Along with a lot of other things. Like my pride, my dignity and hopefully some of my inhibitions once I realize that I have no right to any pride or dignity except for possible pride in being a good slave when a Master says "Good boy," and it fills me with happiness even as I might be lying in the dirt sobbing from what He just gotten me to take. All the Master's accomplishment, never the slave's.
He (I still don't know his name) brings me into what looks like some kind of sleazy locker room with benches running down the middle. "Get down on the floor and put your feet up on the bench so I can strip those boots off you, faggot." And I do. And he does. Then "Stand up and lose the pants!" I'm so nervous that I have trouble popping the button open. He gives an exasperated sigh like he's tired of having to deal with clumsy little boys and pulls them open himself, pulls down the zipper, then starts pushing them down. "Finish it!" I get them off my legs and now I'm left standing there barefoot and in my black jock. He takes them and tosses them into a locker and shuts the door.
"Faggots like you should be kept barefoot but it's not safe here. Get the boots back on." I reach for my socks which he had also pulled off me. He slaps my hand. "Barefoot in the boots, slave!" It's a lot harder to get them on barefoot to say nothing of what it's going to feel like after a while. I don't think he'll really care. He reaches down and pulls down the front of the jock to see my junk. "Hardly worth a jock to support so little," he mocks me with. "Why no cage?" I just shrug so he slaps me. FUCK that hurt. Right where Patrick hit me. "Words, faggot!" "I just started this," I say fighting back tears from the shock of being hit like that again when none of this has been negotiated at all like they say should be done in all the literature about it I read. But am I going to raise an objection here? No. Well, not yet, anyway. Let's just see how things go. I can always just quit if I need to, if something gets out of hand.
Holy shit! Speaking of loosening inhibitions. There's the short skinny guy walking around completely naked except for his boots and he's carrying something that looks like one of those canes they use in British boarding schools. Maybe he went to a school like that and he's trying to relive the memories. So he's just walking around holding his cane and every now and then somebody goes over to him and takes the cane out of his hand and orders him to bend over and whacks him a couple times with it. Then he straightens up and says, "thank you, Sir," takes the cane back and walks away. It's so dark in here I can't really see whether or not they've laid any marks on his ass. For some reason the idea of getting my ass whipped while others are looking on is turning me on and that frightens me a bit because it tells me what I'm in for eventually if I insist on going through with all this kinky shit.
My ass is still kind of warm from the attention that Patrick gave it earlier, but for some unexplainable reason, I'm hoping someone here might take an interesting in heating it up again. I mean, I know I'm not sure how much I can take. Like they keep telling me, I'm still a baby at this, and I guess it's something you have to build up to. Dammit, I want to be able to do that, to win praise from the Doms, Daddies and Masters around here. I've always been at the top of my class and I'm going about this the same way as I always did with my other studies. I hope I can find someone to help me get good grades at being a beginner slaveboy. Damn, I really wish I was strong enough to be able to get thrashed the way a couple guys in here were getting before, but I know I'd just wimp out.
"It's good you know that." Rusty is back. Oh shit! I just said all that out loud and he heard me! He takes hold of me and pushes me back down on the couch. He just stands there looking down at me. He takes me by the chin and lifts my face up towards him. He leans over me and I can see a glob of spot on his lips. Fuck. It's now or never, I tell myself. So now I open my mouth and he lets his spit fall into my mouth. "Swallow it." I do. Again I'm finding myself saying words that I didn't plan to say. "Thank you, Sir."
He nods. And walks away again. Drew comes back and says, "what the hell are you doing on sitting down on your ass? You should be on your fucking knees, boy." He takes out his cock and nods to the floor. "OK, kid let's get you warmed up. Everybody around here is trying to wonder about what you're made of and what you're good for. Let's show them what a good cocksucker you are."
I don't know why, but for some reason I'm really uncomfortable. I mean other than blowing Drew in his dorm room while Greg is there watching, I've never had an audience. Drew picks up on my nervousness. "Come on, Terry. All you need is a cock in your mouth and you'll start feeling a lot better. It's always hard the first time, but this is what you came here for, isn't it? So men know what you are? So they see for themselves that you were born to serve dick? Swallow down your shame when they order you to "swallow our precum, faggot, the lick our slits clean!"
He's right. I get down on my knees and put my mouth around the head of Drew's cock and it feels nice and familiar. "Close your eyes, Terry. There's nothing else in the world besides my dick and your mouth. Show everybody around here what you're made of. Ah yes, faggot, that's right. Slide my dick in and out of your mouth just the way I taught you." I start going at it and next thing I know he's slapping my face lightly. "That's right, cocksucker. Go all the way down on it now." I dive down on it all the way and choke a bit so I back off quickly and try to catch my breath.
"He's a novice," I hear Drew say. I open my eyes and there are three guys standing around watching me suck him off, one guy hotter than the other. "Hey, I heard it's the kid's birthday," one of them says. "that's right," answers Drew. Twenty-one is such a sweet age."
"what this faggot needs is 21 cocks down his throat tonight," some guy says. I look up and it's Rusty. Figures. "Twenty-one cocks? Really? So far I've only had three in my mouth," I answer him, daring to speak out loud for the first time.
"Is that so?" he says. "You're like a little boy who needs to be shown the way. Here. Get your mouth on mine. Make it your 4th dock, boy." For some strange reason it feels hot when he calls me "boy." He opens his pants and shows me his dick and I can see his red pubes sticking out the hole in his pants. Nice. I take it in my mouth. "that's the way, boy, learn your way around the D." I start sucking him for a while and Drew was right: I'm getting a lot more comfortable. "Suck my dick, faggot," Rusty says. He too slaps my face while I'm sucking him. "Okay, kid? You can take a few hits?" I nod, trying not to lose his cock. He starts caressing my cheek with his hand and then occasionally slapping me again and the more he does it the hotter I get.
"Can I have your attention please?" The music has stopped and I can hear Drew's voice over some intercom. "I have a special guest here tonight, a nice fresh new boy and it just happens to be his 21st birthday. We've decided that instead of 21 spanks it would be nice to welcome him to the club by having him taste 21 dicks. Right over in the side alcove where the kid is giving Rusty a blow job now. Only the fourth cock this kid has ever sucked. Let's see if i can get the count up to 21. No need to cum. Just let him feel what it's like to have YOU down his throat for a bit. Let's turn the sweet young thing into a seasoned cocksucker. Let's make this a birthday to remember. So line up, men. Take your turn with the boy. Help him find out what boys like him are here for."
Rusty takes his dick out of my mouth and it's quickly replaced with another one. And another. And another. And I get the taste of pre-cum in my mouth and dammit that tastes good. One of the dicks is almost too big to fit in my mouth. "Just get the tip in your mouth and toy with my piss slit," the guy says to me. It will take more practice before you can handle someone as big as me. Little boys need to start with little dicks." I struggle to open my mouth enough to just get a taste of its head. That satisfies him and he yields his place at my mouth to the next guy.
Dick #10 makes me gag and I think I'm gonna puke now. Rusty tells the guys he's gonna let me take a break but the next thing I know I have a hard cock in each hand and I'm working them as best I can. Wow. I'm getting to sample all sizes, that's for sure.
"Okay, the slut's had enough of a rest. Keep `em coming, guys". And they do. Meanwhile someone is standing there announcing the count. 15, 16, 17. Holy shit. This is really happening! When I'm sucking this Asian guy, he starts working my nipples. I howl because my right one is so sore now so he lets go of that and works the other one a d and fuck, he's good at it. "I want you alone later. I'm gonna keep you on the verge of breaking down. Gonna torture you good, white boy." Damn! I think I'd love to be alone with him so he could teach me some more things about taking pain. #21 is the first black dick I ever sucked. It's nice and smooth and hefty as well. In my mind I imagine I'm making it up to him for slavery by becoming his slave. This dude just keeps fucking my mouth until I drink down my first load of black man's cum. It tastes just the same as Drew's. Somebody told me you can change the taste of your cum by eating certain things like pineapples, but I don't know if that's true or not. Maybe I should try it myself then taste my own. No! That just sounds too gross, eating my own cum! Blah!
I'm kind of wiped out and my knees are killing me so I get up off the floor. Drew leads me to a bathroom and gives me a little bottle of mouthwash to clean out my mouth. Much appreciated. I think I'm gonna go get tested this week after all that. Who knows what disease I might have caught? I go and find a couch in an alcove where I can plop myself down and catch my breath.
Rusty comes over again, handcuffs in hand. Fuck. "Let's pick up where i left off, boy." Same game all over again but the first two clicks come one right after the other. And he stares at me. "You need to learn what you are," he says to me. I'm not really sure what he's getting at and I'm kind of wiped out so I'm not taking the bait. Not yet. But Rusty is a patient man, I soon find out.
He sits down next to me. "You had twenty-one hard cocks in your mouth then you drank down a black man's cum. Pretty good for your first time here, kid. I wonder what you'd be capable of if some man took the trouble to break you in right. Taught you how to give your attention to one man who has what it takes to break you down and put you back together again, to remake you in his own image, turn you into his personal property. It's a lot more than just sucking cock, boy, but from what Drew's told me that's all you've ever done. So tell me: what's lower than a cocksucker?
"I'm not sure what you mean, Sir."
"A cocksucker takes care of cocks. That's not enough. You need to learn how to take care of a man's entire body, not just his dick."
"Well one guy I know makes me lick his balls and his armpits too. And he smacks me around when I do it."
"how does that make you feel, boy?"
"At first it scared me, but now I'm starting to like it, like the idea of it."
"the idea of what?"
"the idea that there's some guy I know who gets away with smacking me around and making me lick parts of his body besides sucking his dick."
"The idea of him having power of you. Is that it, boy?"
"I . . . I guess so, Sir. I guess I just like getting bossed around."
"Does he make you get naked when you do him?"
"He just started doing that, Sir. But Drew and his roommate started making me strip last week."
"How's that for you?"
"Humiliating as fuck. I hate being naked around other guys, even if they're naked too like in gym showers and stuff."
"That's good. It means more that way."
"Not sure I understand, Sir?" Damn, he speaks very cryptically to me. Sounds like he's heading somewhere I'm now sure I want to go.
"It's going to mean more to me, be a lot more satisfying when I tell you to strip naked for me because I know it humiliates you. That I have the power to humiliate you that way. And other ways as well."
"Power."
"A little power exchange, i say, boy."
"Exchange?"
"Yes. You give up your own power so you can taste my power. You lose your freedom to disobey me. Or anyone else for that matter but I have to tell you, kid, I fucking want to know what it's like to train you good, to get you to surrender to my power."
"I really need to smoke another joint." Fuck. I accidentally said that out loud.
"What will you do for me if I get you a joint?" he asks me. "Will you let me take you where I think you need to go?"
"Um, with all due respects, dude, I'm not going anywhere with you or anybody else. Drew brought me here and I'm leaving with him too." TWACK!!! He hauls off and slaps my face. "Don't you ever call me dude again, boy. Show the proper respect."
Okay. Now what do I do. I can go in two different directions right now. I can get pissed off and pissy at what just happened and tell him to fuck off . . . . . . . OR . . . . . . . . I can take it. Shit! Even apologize.
"I'm sorry, Sir. I'm really new at all this and don't know the rules very well."
"That's why you need me, boy. To show you what rules a boy like you has to follow. For example: A boy like you should call every man Sir unless he tells you not to."
"Hey, like you mean I'm inferior to everyone else?"
"Well? Aren't you? Isn't that how you think of yourself a lot of time, in your secret mind? Or maybe just how you'd like to think of yourself. After all, last time I checked, you're the only faggot in this place who's had 21 hard cocks in his mouth . . . that's goddamn inferior, a young boy like you turning out to be a real cock hound." He chuckles at his own words and despite myself I crack a small smile.
"Ha! I see that smile, boy. You're diggin' this, faggot. And you know the truth about what you are."
"inferior"
"Yes. Tell yourself the truth, boy. You and me, are i equals?"
"No, Sir. We're not." Something happens to me inside and right away I realize that twenty-one men I never met before shoved their hard dicks into my mouth before and I just stayed down on my knees and let them do it. And fuck, it felt good. All of a sudden it makes perfect sense to me about my status around here.
"I'm inferior to you, Sir. In fact, tonight I'm pretty much inferior to everyone here."
"Then act like it." He gets up and walks away, leaving me lost in my confused thoughts. Shit. If I'm inferior to everyone here, why am I the only guy sitting down on a couch?
Just then Drew comes over, sits down next to me and lights a joint.
"Gonna have to get you knee pads if you keep coming here, Terry."
I share the joint. He tells me to inhale it all the way. "I want to tell you something, Terry: You can trust Rusty. He can teach you a lot. He won't do anything at all you don't want him to do. He's the most respected and talented Dom around. Let go, Terry. Let him put those cuffs on you. Find out what it will be like. We're not leaving here, so it's all safe. Go on. Take a chance. You can do it."
With that he gets up and leaves me sitting here again. Okay, I decide. If Rusty comes back, I'm gonna find out what will happen if I just let go and surrender myself to him so he can do what he wants to me.
And Rusty's back, just like that.