TWENTY-SIX
Derek made it a point to summon Elliot, Galvin's brother, who happened to be a sub. "Boy, your brother Galvin is a friend of mine. He asked me to look in on you. If possible, I'd like you to present yourself to me at your earliest convenience. I live off campus. If you have a car, I'll give you the address. If you do not, we'll make arrangements for my slave to meet with you and bring you to me for an overnight visit."
Elliot checked with his brother Galvin first, then replied to Derek's invitation. "I've been told it would be good to present myself to you, Sir, so when would you like me to come over. I do have a car, by the way." He sent his contact information.
Derek texted him the address. "Friday at lunchtime? Are you free then?" "Yes, Sir. Would 12:30 work for you, Sir?"
"that will be fine. Make sure you're barefoot when you get out of the car to walk up to the front door."
"Yes, Sir. Any other instructions for this sub?"
"Do you have a Dom or Master right now, Elliot?"
"No, Sir. Just being a slut, I guess."
"do you have a cage? If so, wear it."
"Yes, Sir. Will do."
"I want you to understand that I want to get to know you as a courtesy to my friend Galvin, but there will not be any sexual activity when you come over other than perhaps some spanking and humiliation."
"This sub's two favorite things, Sir."
"Excellent. So we'll see you Friday afternoon. If you get a chance, send along a list of your favorite turn-ons and hard limits."
"Will do, Sir. Already have one. Will email it if you are willing to give me your address."
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Wow! The last weekend before the beginning of classes on Wednesday is shaping up nicely. Derek calls Galvin and makes a date for Saturday night. Informs him about Elliot. "As I told you, I love Elliot, my little brother, and I never in any way get involved in the way he's finding his place in our lifestyle. That was we eliminate a lot of conflicts and arguments. I know I'm very controlling, so it takes all my self-discipline not to control what he's doing in his life. I'll answer his questions, sure, and anything else he needs, but he never tells me about his life as a sub. Much healthier that way."
"Makes perfect sense, Galvin. Damn, I wish I had spoken to you before leaving my slave with its uncle last week."
"What's done is done. What matters is how you handle it for the slave and what you decide to tell it. Do you usually discuss your conversations with other Doms and Masters?"
"Rarely ever, to be honest. I decide what the slave needs to know, especially at this stage of the game. Some may think I'm very controlling, but I prefer to think of it as my being protective of him. This boy is a babe in the woods in many ways. Not that I'm all that experienced myself."
"But you're open to learning and I can assure you there are a lot of Doms around here who will be happy to provide any information and assistance you ask for. Well-trained Doms insure the safety of the subs. There are a lot of dangerous assholes out there. You do well to protect it."
"Tell me what you think of this, please: I do not allow the slave to view porn on its own. I choose what I want it to see. Violence, cruelty and that kind of crap is far too common. I choose film clips that I consider to be "educational" for the slave. Once in a while I'll introduce something unexpected, but only so I can see what the slave's reaction will be. I learn a lot that way."
"I've never heard of anyone doing something like that before, but considering everything you've already told me, and what I know of the two of you, it makes perfect sense that you'd do something like that. I noticed myself on NYE that Toby is rather delicate at times, fragile even."
"Yes. But for some strange reason those things appeal to me. They make me want to take care of the boy and slowly build up its confidence."
"Ah. So no surprise mouthfuls of piss anymore?" Galvin chuckles.
"Um. no. Probably never."
"You never can tell. the slave might be thinking more and more about that. Don't make any assumptions."
"Good advice, as usual. Well, I've got to move on. Thanks for all your interest. I hope we can be good friends."
"As do I. Go home and take care that slave of yours. Don't try the flogger until I show you how."
And they part ways. When Derek gets back to the cottage, he finds Toby down in the dungeon looking over things with a mixture of curiosity, admiration, and nervousness. Will all of this become part of its life in the future? "Tell me what you think of all this," Derek asks after cuddling Toby for a bit.
"You're amazing," Toby replies. "How did you get all this information?"
"I went to an expert and took his advice. He hasn't seen the finished product yet."
"Will it ever be finished, Derek?"
"Oh, I'm sure there will be some changes and additions as time goes by. As long as we don't run out of money."
Toby starts to laugh out loud. "What's so funny, boy?"
"I'm trying to imagine the look on my parents' faces if the knew the their money has been buying"
"Oh, should we invite them over to show them?"
`NO! And not your parents either... please, Sir."
"Don't' worry about that. I'm only teasing you, baby. Only true Doms and subs will ever be down here."
"So anyway, Derek, while you have me down here . . . . . "
Derek points to the iron cage over in the corner. "Be a good boy and crawl in there for me?"
Toby sighs and gets down to crawl into the cage. The bottom of the cage is padded and covered with a comfortable sheet. This is not obviously a place for a slave to be punished, but rather for it to be comfortably restricted for what could be a good length of time.
As soon as Toby's in there, Derek closes the door and it automatically locks. "Let me show you a couple of features of your new home," he chides. He points to a nozzle: "suck here for water." He shows a collapsible blue plastic hose. "You piss in here—it opens up, see?" He demonstrates. Then he shows Toby two large buttons on the top of the door. "This here is an intercom in case you have to talk to me, and this red button is a PANIC button. Push that button and the door automatically opens up setting you free."
"Wow. All the comforts of home," Toby quips.
"Yes. A home like a prison cell in which you cannot stand up. So anyway, let's see how long you can stay here without having to hit the button," says Derek, who turns around and walks back upstairs, leaving Toby locked in the cage.
He goes back upstairs, chuckling to himself. Meanwhile Toby discovers, much to his surprise, that the entire idea of being locked up here as Derek's prisoner is queerly satisfying. He curls up and stays there thinking of how much he likes being restricted this way while always knowing he has a way out if he needs it. But no. He wants to hang out here for a while to see how long it will be before he needs to escape. Before long, he falls asleep.
While Toby is "put away for a while," Derek makes a couple phone calls. One is to his parents to thank them for what they've done for them and to give them a progress report. Cindy tells Derek to take a look in the fridge and freezer: she's made some of their favorite meals and had them stored for when they need them. Derek seems to be more excited about this surprise than about the entire cottage itself! But that's Derek and food.
He calls his friends from school to give them the news that he and Toby will not be living on campus any longer, and promises to arrange a party in the cottage for them soon.
Pierce reminds him that he promised a blow job. "Still holding off, bro. Still want exclusive ownership of its mouth, throat and ass. Don't know how long it will last. Maybe forever."
"I get it, Derek, I really do. It's kind of sweet. Romantic, even, I guess."
"You got it, Pierce. So what's going on with you?"
"I'm almost embarrassed to tell you what's going on. Please don't laugh at me."
"Promise, bro. So what's happening?"
"Been hooking up with Orson. We're both interested in what you've got going on with Toby, but are doing it mutually to each other. Each time one of us takes a turn at being the slave."
"Holy shit! Very interesting. Remind me to have you guys come over and I'll show you the dungeon I'm fixing up in the basement here. It's pretty awesome. One of the Masters I know helped me design it."
"That sounds fucking hot, dude. Can't wait to see it. Can we try out the stuff?"
"Sure, if you two figure out who's giving and who's getting."
"Ssh! Not another word about it. And please don't tell Toby either."
"No chance of that. I never tell Toby about my Dom friends or what we talk about. Not yet at least."
Pierce laughs. "So Shakespeare this semester. You gonna be into it?"
Derek chuckles. "Not really sure. I'm in the middle of a major drama myself right now. don't think I'd be able to get into playing another character, unless it's a tiny part. Like an extra or something."
"Interesting to hear that, Derek. So it takes your energy to handle the kid?"
"A lot more than you'd think. Probably more complicated because of the romance element. But right now I'm trying to help it struggle with a big disappointment that happened in its life. Don't want to go more into it right now just to say that the boy really got hurt by someone important in its life. Needs a lot of TLC."
"Derek, you're just the right person then. And if there's anything at all I can do . . . "
"Thanks, Pierce. Listen, I'm gonna go now. Please say hi to Orson for me too."
The next call is the most important. Derek takes a deep breath, and calls the number he was given. Dr. Sullivan answers and right away he jumps in—"Professor, you told me I could come to you if I was ever having any trouble."
"Absolutely, Derek. And I'm glad you called. What's going on? How might I help you?
"Thanks so much. Well, something painful happened to Toby—something family related---and it's really breaking his heart. I just need advice, I guess, on how to help him through it. I love him, Professor. This isn't just a roleplay. Not only that but we just moved off campus into a cottage my parents got for us because they thought it would be safer than being in the dorm, so we've been getting it set up. Good news, but still exhausting."
"Say no more, Derek. I could see you tomorrow morning, say at 9 am? I'll have the whole morning free if needed. Just come to my office on campus. aPlease bring coffee. Black with two sugars."
"Wow. thanks so much, Professor."
"You're very welcome. Looking forward to getting together. And if you feel it would help, don't hesitate to bring Toby with you."
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