TWENTY
Harry drove, and the first thing he said to Derek was reassuring. "I want you to know that I love Toby. I have always loved Toby. But I am not in love with Toby and I never will be. I often thought of what I would actually do to the boy when he came of age, but as soon as I laid eyes on him today, naked and collared and kneeling, I realized that it wouldn't be right for me to take advantage of the slave sexually."
"Are you surprised, Uncle Harry?"
"A little, but when I looked at the slave kneeling there, something shifted and things became clear to me. Toby is a slave, totally. It has a Master who owns it, totally. I was thinking that I would ask you if I could fuck the slave . . . " Derek cut him off. "Uncle Harry, I'm giving it to you tomorrow. You can do anything you want to it."
"No I can't. We have no idea what that would do to the slave's sense of what it is, to whom it belongs. We could risk tearing the boy in two. Listen, I'm speaking about the boy now, not the slave. He has always idolized me and throughout high school had such a crush oh me that he would do anything I wanted. I took advantage of that and managed to use him like a submissive in all ways except sexual. I helped form him into what he is—pliant and obedient and so so ready to be taken by the man who would get to his heart. And you have done that. You have put the last piece into place. You have claimed the slave for yourself. Listen, I know the boy often wished I would break down and claim him as my slave in all ways, but I held off. I wanted to see what would happen after he turned 18. But I wasn't there on that day. You were. You were the one to break through. You were the one to break my nephew. Now Toby is s slave. I am still its uncle, but my role is going to be quite different; I can see that now."
"What is that role, Sir?"
"I am there for you as a mentor when you need me. I know I took the lead tonight. I knew that you would not be able to punish the slave the way it needed to be because you didn't really understand why it deserved it so badly. But, Derek, you were the one who whipped its ass more than it has ever been whipped before. The pain it feels now came from its Master. I only urged you on, and showed you about writing lines. I did my job. I fulfilled my role. From this point on I only relate to the slave through you. I will offer anything you need, I will guide you so that you can become the Master I've always wanted the boy to have. It doesn't matter to me that I'm not the Master. I'm still the Uncle. But Toby has an uncle who believes very strongly in the fact that slaves need constant humiliation and discipoine so they can remember what they are. Make any sense to you?"
"yes, Sir, but I guess I'll always feel badly, that I've taken something away from you that you deserved to have for yourself."
"I already told you, Derek: I'm not in love with Toby. YOU are. And Toby is in love with you. Toby will probably always be in awe of me, but I imagine things will change when the slave begins to see me as a mainly a disciplinarian. I wouldn't be surprised if the slave is cursing me out as it keeps writing its lines."
"Are you really going to make it write a thousand lines?"
"The slave will spend some time at the task tomorrow, but I'll let it off the hook at some point. Meanwhile, let it keep thinking that it has to write all 1000."
Derek chuckles. "Maybe I can let it exchange some pages for another Ben Gay treatment."
Harry chuckles as well as they get out of the car and enter the restaurant.
Meanwhile, back at the cottage, one young slaveboy with a very red and purple rear end, still throbbing, has to keep wiping its eyes because tears kept falling on the pages it was writing. Good thing it's using a pencil. Ink would have made a big mess being mixed with its tears. The humiliating thing about the entire ordeal it suffered tonight was having its ass whipped in front of its Uncle Harry, and Uncle Harry was encouraging its Master to lay the strap more forcibly across its screaming ass flesh.
Over dinner, Harry told Derek a lot about Toby when he was growing up, how his parents were so unappreciative of his accomplishments, especially academic. "This always puzzled me," he said, "because Toby was really an awesome kid, super smart, head of his class, and he never let us know anything about how so many of the guys in his class disliked him or outright bullied him. At home he was quiet—too quiet, maybe—and kept most things to himself. I remember when I first held him in my arms, how I felt a special love for him, how much I worried about how callous my brother could be at times and what effect it would have on the child. I spent as much time around them as I could. We never talked about my being gay—back then, it was seldom spoken about in many families, no matter how obvious it must have been to some. Even as a toddler, Toby idolized me. Whenever I was with them he was constantly coming over to me to show me things, starving for attention. I realize now that its parents virtually ignored it. In grade school, Toby would bring its report cards to me and I'd always make a fuss over them and invent some special kind of treat to celebrate with him. Eventually, he never even showed them to Bob and Lisa and they never ever asked. As he got older, they took advantage of every chance to have him spend his time with me. that was fine with me, except that it cut into my social and sex life, but it was a sacrifice I would easily make.
"He died for positive attention and affirmation and I really think that is at the basis of his strong submissiveness. I began to realize that he would do anything to win praise from me, and I deliberately took advantage of it mainly because it made him so happy to know he had pleased me---and I sure did let him know it! As he got into Middle School, I realized that it was easy to push him gently so find out what he would consent to and what he would resist—nothing sexual, mind you, there was never anything like that at all—but I'd try to push him a bit beyond his comfort zone to see what would happen. Either he'd succeed, or if he couldn't, he'd really be upset until I had a chance to speak to him about it. Mostly I pushed him to be more social, but I always realized that he was happiest when it was just the two of us alone, even if we weren't both doing the same thing. Just the presence kept him calm and content."
"I get what you're saying, Uncle Harry. Sometimes I know that he wouldn't object to just the two of us being alone even if we had nothing to do. A lot of times now I order the slave to grovel for long periods of time, and as long as I'm there with him, it's like he goes into a trance."
"I'm not surprised. And so, Derek, you're now there to continue the slave's education in ways that I resolved never to do. Actually, I'm relieved. Relieved that the slave's in good hands, and also relieved that you are well aware of how much you still have to learn. I simply encourage you to continue learning, asking questions, seeking out mentors who are not brutal. And please contact me any time of day or night with anything at all, just like you did on New Year's Eve."
"Yes, Sir, and thank you again for that. Everything worked out fine thanks to the advice you gave me. And I learned a lot at the same time about when I needed to let go of the controls a bit and let him just be a little boy."
They spoke about many other things during the meal, things that don't have anything to do with Toby, so we won't go into any of that. One thing they did not talk about---interesting, indeed—was about what Harry would do with the slave on Saturday when he had the boy all to himself. Derek had let him know that he could take anything he wanted from the slave, but Harry indicated that he was not interested in anything more sexual than keeping the boy naked and another spanking the next evening. He also let Derek know that he had a 24/7 slave living with him for several months now and that so far, things were going well. He gave a brief summary of his own bdsm activities, most of which were limited because of all the time Toby was staying with him, and Toby was more important than any of that. Now that Toby is being well taken care of, however, Harry was giving serious consideration to a more permanent Master/slave relationship and that is why he's testing out a possible candidate.
"What happens while you're here with us?" asks Derek. "Does the guy get time off?"
"No. It happens that the sub (I don't call him slave yet) has a family wedding all weekend. That's why I decided we could get together now. Very convenient all around."
After an enjoyable dinner and conversation, Derek was quite pleased about the way they were getting to know one another, the things he had learned about Toby's background, advice that Harry gave him about raising and training the slave, and the prospect of future assistance and guidance from "Uncle Harry"---who was now indeed becoming a true "Uncle Harry" to him since he was relinquishing his role as "Uncle Harry" in Toby's life—for the slave's own good..
As they drove back home, Harry found himself thinking about how he was going to withdraw from Toby's life even though Toby wouldn't understand that he not abandoning the boy but rather getting things in their proper place in the hierarchy: He and Derek were on one level and the slave was, after all, a slave now. The old uncle/nephew relationship could not remain the way it was. This is why, in fact, that Harry jumped at the chance to act more like a disciplinarian now than the cuddly old uncle that Toby could curl up with on bad nights.
When they got home, they found the slave struggling to remain comfortable as it was still writing somewhat on its knees. Derek immediately ordered the slave to grovel, relieving it of some of its physical distress. Harry picked up the pages the slave had completed—there were more than he would have expected, but obviously there was a long way to go in the assignment which was nearly impossible to complete. Harry quickly excused himself, thanking Derek for a wonderful conversation. They briefly hugged and then Harry deliberately left without addressing anything to the slave. This was the way it was going to be. The sooner the slave realized its place in Harry's life had drastically shifted, the better.
Derek let Toby sit up on the floor and he ran his fingers through the slave's head. Toby breathed deeply and started to cry. "Go ahead. Let it out, boy," Derek said and sat back to watch the slave as it began bawling and trying to say how sorry it was. Derek had it stand up and he comforted it with one of his hugs, the very things which Toby was already addicted to. His hugs always relieved the boy's anxiety and made him feel safe and treasured, more than anyone's hugs ever had, and of course, Uncle Harry hadn't hugged him at all since he turned 13 and now it seemed like Uncle Harry would never hug the slave again.
"Master, your slave needs to use the bathroom, please." "Just pissing?" "Yes, Master." Derek had a bright idea. "follow me," he commanded, and went to the back door in the kitchen, opened the door and looked outside to assure there was enough privacy. "Go ahead," he said, gesturing into the back yard. "Might as well do it this way while we have the chance. I wanna see you piss like a dog outside, boy. Raise your back leg and piss on the ground." . . .
When August made Toby piss outside, it was angry and resentful. This time, however, when Derek made it do the same thing in an even more humiliating position even though he had told the slave he wouldn't make it piss outside, Toby simply obeyed, grateful for the chance to prove to the Master that it willingly accepted this humiliation. It was the right thing. Secretly, it wondered if this would also happen when they were in their new home. It wasn't really very late. Derek sat down to watch a TV show he enjoyed. He had the slave remove his shoes and socks and show its Master how grateful it was for the way it was being trained. Toby begged to drink some water. Derek gave permission. Right away, with no hesitation, the slave crawled over to the water bowl and took a drink, then crawled back to lick its Master's feet.
Toby was continually experiencing how much things were changing in its life as its Master and even its Uncle were treating it like the slave it was becoming. It had been severely whipped and its ass was still throbbing from the pain; it had been forced to spend a supper-less evening writing lines like a naughty school boy, and then worst thing of all, when its uncle came back with its Master, they said goodnight to each other affectionately but its Uncle Harry didn't even acknowledge its presence other than to pick up and take a look at the pages it had filled with writing. This was a painful cut. Things would never again be the same between him and his uncle. And now, it was doing what it was required to do so very often, licking the Master's feet, sucking His toes and cleaning between them while the Master relaxed and enjoyed the television. How it wished it could lie on the couch with its head in Derek's lap! But apparently it was not meant to be.
Finally, Derek got up and went into the bedroom, ordering the slave to close the tv and turn off the lights and crawl after him. When it came into the room, the Master was stripping off his own clothing and then sat on the end of the bed. "Suck my cock for a while, boy." And as Toby sucked Derek's cock, Derek told him how pleased he was (always giving affirmation after what Harry told him), and how he wished to get a good report from Uncle Harry when he came back to pick up the slave on Sunday morning. Derek had been planning to fuck the slave but the blow job was feeling so good that he decided to let the slave bring him to orgasm and swallow him down and clean off his dick. Then he decided to try something that Uncle Harry had told him about on New Year's Eve, a way to begin piss-training the slave. Derek felt it was important to begin doing this right away after what had happened, and it's been happening ever since. He got up to go to the bathroom and snapped his fingers. The slave followed him inside. Then Derek made the slave hold his dick while he was pissing and to look very closely at the piss as it came out of the head of the Master's cock. Once he was finished, he decided to take things one step further, that tonight would be a good time to take advantage of how low the slave was being treated. He ordered the slave to take the tip of his cock in its mouth again and to use its tongue to clean his piss slit after he was finished pissing. The slave tensed up but did not hesitate to obey. "There, that's a good faggot, cleaning its Master's dick. It knows its place. That makes me very happy," he says, then takes his dick out of the slave's mouth and goes back to the bedroom. He orders the slave to brush its teeth and then follow him inside.
He gets up on the bed and orders the slave to come into his arms as well. The slave is rewarded with a deep and wet kiss while the Master enjoyed the minty taste of its mouth. Derek spoke affectionately to the boy and the boy soaked it up, as desperate it was for affection, giving thanks that Derek is the one who will feed its need. Derek had many wonderful things to say to praise the boy for the way it was learning its place and learning the difficult lessons Derek wanted it to learn.
"After I leave here in the morning and you are alone with Uncle Harry, don't forget that you're no longer his cherished nephew but rather a beginner slave and that Uncle Harry has my consent to do anything he wants to you, anything at all. If he wants to continue teaching your more about being a slave, make sure you learn well.
"The most important thing of all, sweetheart, is that you realize that it's impossible to go back to things being the same with Uncle Harry as they used to be. He is a Master. You are a faggot slave. That is the way things are, and that is the way things will continue to be. Do you understand me, baby?"
"Yes, Master." "Good boy. I love you, Toby." "Please, Master, please never stop loving me." Derek puts his fingers to the slave's lips to quiet it down and then kisses it on the forehead. "Roll over," he says. "I'll be the big spoon." And, lying like that, they fall asleep.
Thanks for all the emails. Some have asked me what they should call me. My name is rob and I think of myself as a slave without a Master. So call me whatever you want.
Please keep writing me. Emails are my reward for writing.
I've chosen pictures of what Derek and Toby look like in my mind. I'll send them to you if you ask.
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