THIRTY-FOUR
Meanwhile, back at Derek's . . .
Both boys have been put into a trance by the pleasure they got from being flogged and feeling every lash of the flogger as a stroke of pleasure. It does happen; believe me. I know from experience. Sheer pleasure while another part of my body was throbbing with pain. . . . . Oh wait! I really just got off track.
Anyway, Galvin and Derek gently removed the chains binding the boys and put a mat on the floor where they could hang out until their Master knew they were awake. Derek went and sat back, opening his pants. Galvin took off his shirt and sniffed his pits. A little ripe. Good, he thought.
While waiting Galvin answered a couple of questions that Derek wanted to ask him.
"The physical stuff is simple compared to all the interior stuff, especially for us. I'm getting good ideas from guys like you and I have some things of my own, that's all cool. The problem is, um, how can I know if I've gone too far?"
Galvin answers right away. "First off, Derek, the physical stuff isn't all that simple. Look at what happened tonight. We were beating the daylight out of the faggots and they were both sobbing, and eventually they were so turned on by pleasure that they passed out and are probably having sweet dreams. Don't underestimate. You can say more to a slave by changing from what it might expect. Then it has to think, "why? what happened? did I do something wrong?" But concerning the second question, the slave's face will look like it just died. One minute it was being humbled and degraded and was bearing it all, and then all of a sudden . . . nothing! "
"What then?"
"Some Doms just walk away from it all until the kid pulls itself together. Some beat them. But those are the easy ways out, and they can possibly backfire or cause problems in the long run. There is a much wiser way, as far as I'm concerned."
"What's that, Galvin?"
"Stop everything. Make sure the slave feels safe. Tell it to share what's going on in its mind. Safe time now. And then hope it can figure out a way to communicate. It might take time. Be patient. That's part of being safe."
"Wow. I never thought of that. Being patient equals being safe."
"Just think of it from the slave's point of view." As Galvin says this, tonyboy is shaking its head, suddenly aware of what's happening. The slave gets off the platform and crouches down on the mat looking up at its Master. All Galvin does is lift his right arm and lay it over his head, exposing his armpit, and tonyboy slowly slides itself up to Galvin's lap, then up his torso, and finally, the slave is sniffing and eating his pit. Derek looks on.
"Derek, if you shove your dick down the slave's throat after it's been cleaning the stink out of your armpit, you end up shoving all the stink right down its throat as well. But first you have to stop wearing deodorant."
Derek just grunts, and notices Toby moving around, discovering its not bound, looks around and sees tonyboy serving its Master. Toby looks curiously at what's happening for a bit then kneels down on the matt and fixes its eyes on Derek. He looks filled with love and gratitude towards this man he worships. "You look so beautiful right now with all the marks on your body, marking you as mine. Grovel for me so I can enjoy looking at how you were whipped." As usual, Derek deliberately uses words that have a sexual charge on them for Toby. Toby bows his head to the ground and gets into position, knowing how pleased the Master is with the way he whipped this slave he owns. And the only sound heard is the sound Galvin's slave is making as he's ordered to service Galvin's left armpit. As Derek sits there he wonders if he might try it without deodorant for a few days, and then see how the slave acts around him. Or maybe he'll even discuss it first.
Derek takes out his dick which is almost completely hard. "Blow me, boy," he commands and Toby quickly gets up to suck its Master's cock and drink its juices. Oh, it feels so good, he thinks. Galvin looks over and quips, "Nothing feels better than a blow job from the boy you just whipped," and chuckles. Derek squeezes Toby's neck and moves its head up and down the length of his dick. "You can say that again," he answers as he thrusts so far down that he hears the slave gag. For a while he decides to let the slave do its own thing and simply focuses on how wonderful it feels. And yes, it's true, he realizes: he really loves having his cock sucked after he's thrashed the slave in some way. Toby, by the way, is pouring all its heart and soul into the way it was worshipping the Master's cock, the most beautiful cock in all the world. An idea slips slowly into Derek's head: this might be a perfect time to get the slave to swallow a second mouthful.
No sooner does he think that than Galvin is standing up straight, his cock still in his slave's mouth, and the slave is gulping down Galvin's piss. Derek orders his slave to watch it very carefully, right up to the very end when Galvin starts slapping the slave's face as a way of topping off its humiliation. Toby turns from the sight of the two and looks up at Derek. "Finish, sweetheart," says Derek, and Toby gets to work. Before too long he is swallowing down the sweet salty slimy sauce being spouted out of the head of Derek's dick. "Keep your mouth on me," Derek orders the slave. "It's time for another mouthful. After everything that's happened tonight, this is just the right time for me to claim you a little more deeply. Get ready, slave. Don't swallow until I tell you to." About ten seconds later the flow begins and Toby takes it in trying not to look up. Finally Derek pulls out of the slave's mouth. "Okay, slave, swallow my piss!" he commands in a way that makes it seem like the most humiliating thing in the world for a guy to do: to drink another guy's piss.
"You're a good boy. Go brush your teeth now," Derek tells Toby. Galvin looks a little surprised, but doesn't say anything. "I don't like its piss burps," Derek tells Galvin who chuckles. "You young'uns are so fastidious," Galvin shoots back. The guys fall back on their couches. tonyboy is kneeling before Galvin. "Boots," he says and the slave gets right down to lick the dust off them. When Toby gets back the slave leans up to give Derek a kiss on the lips. This is the to show Derek that it cleaned out its mouth. "Tastes good, baby. Sit up here and give me some more." Toby curls up on Derek's lap as best he can then reaches up and kisses Derek, who lays a hand beneath the slave's head to hold it in place.
Derek and Galvin continue talking as if the slaves can't hear them. "Sometime when you take the cage off your boy for a while, I'd like to send mine over to give it blow job. That's something it likes---me pimping it out for sex without it getting anything at back in return." Derek doesn't like the idea but says nothing about it. "You like giving your boy to others to serve?" he asks Galvin. "We both do. For me the trick is to make arrangements for something at a time when the boy isn't feeling particularly slutty. That's when I like to make it carry on like a slut."
"My slave never had much experience with anything like that, at least nothing it's told me about," says Derek while tweaking one of Toby's nipples. "But one of these days I'm going to have it be a slut for a while. But right now I couldn't do it. I'd get too jealous."
"ah, the honeymoon period," says Galvin. "That's sweet. And it's good that you can admit that now. Maybe that's the way it will always be, or maybe it will run its course. But there sure is something hot about thinking that you own this slave for the rest of your lives and it will never ever know what it is like to have sex with anyone else." "fucking hot!" says Toby and Derek puts his hand over Toby's mouth. "Watch it, boy, or I'll go get the flogger that DOES hurt!" Derek says, smacking the slave a few times here and there.
"But of course, that doesn't apply to the Doms," adds Galvin.
"What do you mean?"
"Doms can have whatever they want from whoever they want."
"Really? Gee, I would think it would be a two-way thing. Each one faithful to the other."
"Faithful---that's not used very often. A slave usually has to submit to any number of Doms over its life, and the Dom can subjugate any sub they might desire if the sub doesn't belong to someone else, and even then, sometimes an arrangement can be made."
"So, the way you see it, all of us spread it around in our own way, only the subs don't have any say about who they'll have to service. Wow. I'm not sure I want to live like that."
"Well, Derek, we all chart our own course. You have every right in the world to choose how you're going to live all this out and no one else has the right to look down on you for it or criticize what you're doing. Except, maybe, for mentors. But that can only be by a sub's request." "So you are giving me a lot of good advice and I appreciate it, Galvin. Does that mean I should consider you to be a mentor for me?"
"If you do, that gives me the right to criticize or share negative opinions about you and the way you think."
"I see."
"So it's something to think about, Derek. But it's not really important in the long run. At this point, if I had something to criticize, I would already be doing it. You're fine."
"Well thanks a lot, Galvin. I appreciate that."
The slaves have gone "off-line" during this conversation. Their positions say a lot about how they're being taught to live. tonyboy is kneeling upright, perfect posture, eyes down and has been holding that position for quite a while. Meanwhile, Toby is curled up sound asleep, half on Derek's lap and half on the couch and hanging off a bit. Derek quietly points it out to Galvin. "Look at the slaves and the positions they're in. Says a lot about the different ways we see them." Galvin takes a closer look and then replies to Derek, "You're right, Derek. Very perceptive of you to see into them. tonyboy is being trained as a warrior. A faggot warrior owned by another man. And your boy, "feels so safe with its Master that it isn't afraid to snuggle up or even fall asleep like a little boy," Derek replies.
"And to what extent will you expect it to grow up?" asks Galvin. "I'm sorry if the question sounds impertinent."
"I can't really say right now, Galvin. I don't know where we are heading. Maybe it's God leading us this way. Maybe it's just genetics or psychology or some other body of theory."
"That's a wonderful answer, Derek. And perhaps God, and I assume you believe God exists, uses all of those various things in God's special way of guiding all of us."
"I'm comfortable with that way of thinking, Galvin. I know a lot of people wouldn't agree, but that's fine. I'm sure it has to do with the way I was raised as well, and that's also fine. My parents have accepted Toby as part of our family now. My mother even went out and bought a king-size bed to replace the bunkbeds in my room I used to use when friends slept over when we were young."
"You're very lucky, Derek. How about the kinky side of your relationship?"
"That's none of their business. Most of us never talk about our sex lives with our parents."
"And how about Toby's nature that is so submissive?"
"We just don't make a big thing of it. Besides, we're learning to communicate without using words a lot of time. And I also hold myself back and don't start ordering Toby around. I can get my own bottle of water, stuff like that."
"Impressive. tonyboy's family has no idea what the faggot is into. They know he lives with his `best friend,' but that's it. It's not talked about and for the most part, I don't really get involved with members of its family. Safer that way. So anyway, Derek, as you can see, there are as many different approaches to things as there are people. Too bad so many folk don't understand that."
"This has been an illuminating conversation, Galvin. I'm so glad we're getting to be friends."
"Back at `ya kid, but I think it's time for us to shove off." He speaks to the slave. "Put on shorts and go start the car and warm it up for me." The slave bows and has to struggle a bit to get up off its knees after being in that position for so long. Galvin watches it struggle but does nothing to help. To Derek he says, "I enjoy watching it struggle physically. Especially after what's been going on here tonight. And now there's more to come." He salutes Derek and leaves quietly. "Please lock the door behind you," says Derek. Galvin nods as he's leaving. Derek sits there, his hands on his beloved who does, indeed, look like a little boy sleeping there were it not for the marks from the flogging on its back. Derek loves Toby's hair and can spend an entire evening transfixed by the sensuality of running his fingers through it and occasionally massaging the slave's scalp. Toby stirs a bit, startled, and looks around for the others. "they've left, baby. Galvin and I had a nice discussion about being Masters and I really enjoyed it. He has a lot of good insight to offer."
"That surprises me, Sir," says Toby.
"why is what?"
"because of the way he is with tonyboy. I don't see how he could offer you advice. I hope he doesn't think you need to become meaner and tougher just like he is with that silent slave of his who never spoke a single word all night."
"it's not about specific ways of behaving. It's about shared ways of thinking. On that level there is no difference at all between us. At least there doesn't seem to be. And please don't convince yourself that he looks down on the way I am with you. Not at all. He has great respect for it. We'll all different, after all, Toby."
"Yes, Sir. I'm happy we are the way we are, Master."
"So am I, boy, so am I. But it's still important that we keep moving on. That's why you drank another mouthful of my piss tonight, slave. If we don't move on, we'll stagnate. Come on, boy. I'll let you outside to piss before I fuck you so can sleep well. Wear flipflops." Derek walks towards the back door and Toby follows obediently yet a little resentfully that Derek seems to be making this a regular thing now. He wonders if he'll end up having to piss in the snow this year. But then when he realizes his back is turned towards the door where Derek is standing there fully dressed, watching the piss drip from the slave's cage as it squats to piss. Toby can't believe how much this thrills him that Derek is using it to please himself. "Good slave," Derek so often says while patting its body somewhere.
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