A Tale of Two Subs

Chapter 32. The Doms do well.

After his discussion with a Dominion Advisor, Anthony goes to thr lounge for coffee. His slave is still chained up and locked in a cage in the Dominion dormitory. The dorm is equipped with six small cages where slaves are stored when their Masters are occupied with something in the building.

There is a video screen in the lounge which is focused on the dormitory so Masters can view the cages. Right away Anthony can tell that aaron is in really good space. One of the three slaves in the dorm is agitated and is banging on the sides of its cage. "It looks like one of the bois is in trouble," notes Anthony.

"That's mine," says a guy who introduces himself as Douglas, who sits there calmly as he views his slave struggling in the cage. "Finally, the bitch is fighting the cage, desperate to get set free. It's about time," he says, and looks at his watch. Ten more minutes like that and I'll go set it free then punish it for misbehaving in the dorm."

Anthony chuckles. "Even though you deliberately left it there until it finally broke? Wow. Quite the sadist, I reckon." He shakes Douglas' hand.

"I'm giving my slave the experience it craves—to be suffer in panic mode. Knowing that the Master will enjoy seeing the results and will not interrupt the experience. Few Masters have the gumption to do this. Most immediately rush to calm the slave down. That's not my style and this faggot knows that, yet still it gives itself to me. It's a rare breed," Douglas tells the others.

"You are as well, dude," says Auden. "You've perfected the paradox: you care for this slave by deliberately not caring for it." The others laugh. "So tell me," asks Mark, "when does it end?"

"I time how long it will last. Every time it happens, I add 2 minutes. Today it will be 12 minutes before I step in. 4 to go."

"And it still comes back to you for more?" Anthony is fascinated by this situation.

"It may be a couple months, but eventually it will come back, knowing I will step up the severity each time it comes begging. So it's all a question of how much it decides it's going to have to handle."

"That's quite a game you have going on there," remarks Auden.

"Yes it is. Or course it's usually a game for so many of these subs who slut around from once Dom to another. I'm sure it's a totally different experience than subs in a 24/7 situation."

"I'll say," says Anthony. "I know from experience, because things have changed in my life and now I own mine 24/7."

"That's a heavy responsibility," notes Douglas. "You have my respect if you can maintain that for very long."

"Check back with me in six months to find out if it lasts."

"Do you doubt your slave can handle it?" asks Douglas, fascinated by the different approaches they have.

"I don't doubt the boy at all. I doubt myself," confesses Anthony.

"too much for you?" Auden is curious as well.

"It's complicated. There are extenuating circumstances that muddy the waters and I'm struggling to chart my way through them. That's why I `m here today. I met with an Advisor before."

"Did it help?"

"I think so. But it left me with more questions than answers."

"then it was good advice," says Douglas. "Well, gentlemen, it's time for me to go set the boi free. Stick around, because I'm probably going to punish it. You can watch.

Douglas gets up to leave. The others have their eyes glued to the screen, observing.

"Wow. It takes all kinds, I guess," says Anthony once Douglas has left. "That whole arrangement gives me the creeps. I feel bad for the slave the most since it's driven by a really dangerous need. Unreal. Sorry, guys, for voicing my opinion of what's going on."

No one else speaks because Douglas is now in the dorm standing at the door of his slave's cage, watching. The slave stops pounding the cage and just looks up at Douglas, tears and snot streaming down its face. It looks like its begging. Douglas speaks to it and it shakes its head as if agreeing with what Douglas just said.

Douglas unlocks the door of the cage. The slave crawls out and buries his head at its Master's feet. Douglas turns and walks from the dorm with the slave following on its hands and knees.

That's the last the others see of them.

"I wonder what happens next," says Anthony. "A beating or some affection?"

"Why do you mention affection?" asks Landis, who hasn't spoken until now. "I'm just curious. Wouldn't that confuse a slave or turn it off if the Master appears soft?"

"I guess it depends on the nature of the relationship between the two. Mine needs both the severity and the affection and I feel the after-care is what's helping strengthen the Master/slave bond we're fusing together. A little goes a long way with this slave. Of course, every sub is different, so I'm not saying this is the way it should always be."

"So true. I know that Douglas' slave is probably getting whipped or caned now for making such a fuss. And it's all part of the arrangement they have." Auden sounds like he knows the two of them quite well.

"Is it really an act?" asks Landis. "I don't have a slave right now. This is a learning experience for me."

"Well don't be terribly influenced by what you've just seen," counsels Auden, the wisest of the group. The oldest as well. "They represent something far off the margins of sanity. If you want to learn more, stick with guys like Anthony because he's serious about all this in the best way possible. Total ownership means total responsibility. That's what it should be all about, I would think."

"Well, as far as it all being just an act, I'd say that all depends," says Anthony. "Me and mine aren't acting at all. We're building a lifestyle. Maybe that's what differentiates 24/7 from occasional hot scenes. This has been very interesting, gentlemen. I'm going to retrieve my boi and bring it home. Watch and you'll see a bit of my own approach to it."

They say goodbye and Anthony heads into the dorm.

He stands at aaron's cage. "Look at me," he commands. aaron acts like Anthony just woke him up from his trance. He looks up into Anthony's eyes. "I love you, Master," he says. "You've been a very good boy and I'm proud of you. You made a good impression on a couple Dom friends I just met. Set your mind back on me now, boi. I want to bring you home."

Anthony unlocks the door of the cage and immediately gets down on the floor as he opens the door. He puts his hands on the sides of aaron's neck and gently helps the boi out of the cage and into his lap. aaron can't embrace him because of the way he's chained up. Anthony calls for an attendant.

A man comes in with a set of keys and, at Anthony's instruction, removes the collar and manacles setting aaron completely free from all the chains. He quickly crawls on to Anthony and knocks him back. The two end up hugging and kissing right there on the floor.

Anthony doesn't even try to imagine the reactions of the guys in the lounge. Now he focuses all his attention on his slave, remembering everything that the Advisor brought to his attention. Yes, once he is able to completely accept the fact that his nephew wants to be his slave in every way, he will realize that this is the absolute best way he could live his own life as a Dom in the community with self-respect. That's what makes it possible to respect his slave as well for how it willingly surrenders to him.

Yes, for sure, aaron could never find a better Master, but it is also true that Anthony will never be able to find a slave who could bring as much meaning and joy in is life as this subjugated submissive is already doing. It's just one of those fate-full coincidences that the slave who can do this happens to be his nephew.

That is no longer of any importance. Anthony is going to rule over this slave, manage its life, keep it trained and disciplined at all times. But that's only one side of the coin. The other side: Anthony is already letting the slave burrow deeply into his heart but he will never let that distract him or prevent him from cracking the whip when the whip is needed.

Finally they both get up off the floor. Anthony leaves the dorm with aaron crawling after him. He leads the slave to the locker room where it can retrieve its clothing. But as soon as they get to the car door, Anthony orders the boi to get naked again. He wants it to ride naked in his car and he doesn't care who might see it. As he drives, he touches the slave's flesh with his fingers, exploring the feel of its skin and also enjoying the fact that his fingers are sending some exquisite sensations through the slave's body.

"I need to get you a suit to wear to the wedding this weekend, but you're not dressed to try on clothes. When we get to the house, go inside. Put on boxerbriefs, jeans, a black t-shirt, socks and sneakers. Be quick about it, boi."

He pulls alongside the house. aaron gets out, still naked, and rushes into the house before anyone can see him. Only five minutes later, he comes back out, dressed the way his Master told him to dress.

"Good boy. After we finish shopping we'll have a late lunch at the Diner since you've been such a good boy today and didn't embarrass me when you were locked up in the dorm."

"Master, maybe I am part dog. The minute you locked that cage door it was like my mind switched into another dimension and I felt totally calm and safe and protected."

"Every sub should act that way when caged, I suppose, but it doesn't always happen. Consider that slave who was freaking out being locked up like that?"

"what?" aaron looks puzzled. "was some slave acting up? didn't notice."

"Really?" Anthony is a little surprised. "Were you that spaced out that you weren't distracted by the racket that slave was making?"

aaron starts laughing. "Only fooling you, Uncle Anthony. I heard it all. I also heard its Master telling it they were heading to the Dominion whipping post next, so I must admit that I got some satisfaction from that."'

"A totally human reaction, dear, especially since that faggot was ruining your peaceful meditation."

"I know. All I was thinking was how you never would have let me alone if I was that upset. How lucky I am that my Master cares so much."

"True, boi, but that slave's Master was caring for it as well—giving the slave exactly what it needed according to the Master. To be put into panic mode, then to be punished for panicking. I know the whole thing is bizarre, but after all, who are we to judge? How many men would let their nephews be chained up and locked in a dog cage for a few hours?"

"Hmmmm," says aaron, not wanting to pursue this topic any longer, and noting that he has a sudden attack of fear because he realizes that eventually, his Master is going to have him spend an entire night chained up in a small cage like the ones he saw at Evander's. He never should have mentioned being part dog. Or did he do that on purpose?

. . . . . . . .

Patrick took his slave grocery-shopping so he could explain how he wanted shopping done. This would be yet another one of his slave's duties now that it's learning its place in this family. He figured out that it's a lot easier for a slave to submit to sexual things—including corporal punishment—than to submit to let exciting and mundane details of life such as how to cook and clean and shop for its Master. But one should not forget that aleff was often forced to do these kinds of "chores" in the foster homes he lived in.

One of them, in fact, actually had him acting like a slave—he even had to do everyone's laundry and make his foster brothers' beds for them. One of the brothers would smack him around and make him do really demeaning things when the others weren't around so aleff tried to avoid being alone with him as much as possible.

But this is different. Now he's really a slave in the bedroom as well as in regular life and he's constantly subject to punishment and humiliation by this Master. Patrick is discovering just how much power he has over his newish slaveboy. Now is the best time of all for him, he thinks, even though Patrick had taken a short cane to his naked body before they left to go shopping because he had copped an attitude about it. So now he has stripes of pain here and there to remind him that worse could happen if he weren't careful about the quality of his submission to the Master's will. It's always a question of training.

This had been a difficult part of the training. aleff had to stand with his legs spread as far as possible and his arms out in the air—Patrick was trying out the trick Jonah had shown him---and Patrick walked along lashing the cane at selected parts of his slave's body. Under one arm, for example, a couple across inner thighs, once almost right smack on top of a nipple—he really screamed at that one---and a few specially chosen spots on the poor boi's torso.

"Put on a dirty t-shirt and gym shorts no underwear." aleff was happy to be able to put his arms down again and quickly got dressed as ordered. "flip-flops." And so he was going out as lightly clad as possible for walking around a grocery store.

The entire time there was instructional for him as if he'd never gone shopping before. Patrick was talking to him like he was completely ignorant and had never done anything like this before. aleff just had to swallow the humiliation—which was always tasty to him after the fact, never during the time he was being humiliated—go figure!

He also had trouble being told that some purchases were of things that he could consume from his bowl on the floor: yogurts, a couple canned soups (yuck) and two cans of corned beef hash. "This will be good for you—the closest thing to dog food I could possibly feed you from your bowl on the floor," Patrick told him, well aware that there were three women listening to him say that. aleff wanted to go crawl underneath some display and hide.

But that wasn't the worst part of it. The worst part was when he ran into the former foster brother who was the first to make him suck cock a great many years ago. The guy was into his late 20's now and was there with his wife and two little kids. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw aleff. "Desmond, is that you?" he called out. Patrick stood still nudging aleff to answer him. "Yup, that's me, Derek. All grown up I see, wow, and these are your little boys?" Derek suddenly realized he was with his wife, dammit and could hardly say anything much other than "You're still looking like some twink," he said, and his wife smacked him on the arm for using such a word. "It's okay, it's okay," he tells his wife. "Des and I used to tease each other like that all the time when we lived together. Good times back then, eh, kid?" he says to a blushing aleff.

"Yeah, real good times. You taught me a lot. In fact, I got real good at what you taught me. Isn't that so, Patrick?" Patrick nods his head and pats him on the back and Derek apparently gets the message. "Glad to see things are working out well for you, the way you've always deserved," he says then starts to walk on. "Take care of those kids," aleff calls after him. "Especially when they turn 13. Teach em good, the way you taught me." Derek walks away faster.

"Shit!" goes Patrick. "I can't believe you said that! Nothing like throwing the guy's past in his face, eh?"

"His past is my past. At the time I was miserable he was making me do that to him. Eventually I got into it, sure, but at first it was nothing more than what they call assault now, him forcing himself into my mouth when I was still asleep and stuff like that."

"True, but face it, faggot: he was the one to show you how much you're meant to suck cock. Sure, I can see why you wanted to rub it in his face, but damn, boi, you're getting punished for that when I get you home. We're done here. Pay for these things then carry the bags out to the car." He hands aleff his credit card and walks out of the store.

It turns out that he's parked right next to Derek's van and Derek is there getting into his own car. This gives Patrick a chance to speak to him in private.

"Derek, thank you for breaking in the boi. My name is Patrick Barnes. In this town. Look me up. I'd love to have you over so Desmond can show you how much he's learned. Call anytime. I'm perfectly serious about this. All on the down low, of course."

"Holy shit, you can expect a call sometime soon, Patrick. Thanks for the offer. And I'm glad you have Des well under your thumb. I always figured that's the way the faggot would end up. I called it right!"

Derek chuckles a bit and Patrick joins him. "Looking forward to having you stop over. And if you ever need a baby-sitter for those kids of yours, I'll send him over to sit for you---for free! He owes it to you. And then when you drive him back home . . . . he's all yours for as long as you have."

"Deal," says Derek through his open window, then he backs off and drives away. Patrick is indeed very satisfied with himself over this. As soon as aleff gets in the car Patrick orders him to strip. He knows that aleff gets very uncomfortable when he makes the slave ride in the car naked. That's why he does it.

As he's driving, he keeps slapping the slave on the inner thigh over and over again. "Spread those fucking legs, faggot." He keeps on slapping the slave and even punches it in the balls a couple times since they're laying there unprotected.

When they get back to the duplex, Patrick's mother Allison is standing on the front step of her unit. "Uh-oh," says Anthony. "Slip on those shorts, aaron. don't want to shock the day lights out of Mother."

"She'll see the marks on me, Master," says aleff as he's pulling up his shorts.

"Damn. Forgot. Might as well put the t-shirt on too. She might get pissed if she thinks I've been beating you too much. She's sweet on you, baby." aleff blushes. This is a new experience for him and he's eating it up—this having a mother really care about him—even though it's his Master's mother. That doesn't matter. She's already treating him like he's one of her own despite the fact that she knows a lot more about the nature of their relationship then one might guess.

"Oh how nice to see the two of you out and about. My two boys!" coos Allison. "What have you been up to?"

"Just grocery shopping, Mom," answers Patrick. "Bought some food that aleff will enjoy eating. Gotta spoil my little buddy," he says as they get out of the car."

"Isn't that nice," says Mom. "Come baby, give me a hug. Hugs are always free for you." aleff smiles and lets her put her arms around him. One of her hands lands right on one of the welts from the cane and he yelps. "Oh dear, did I touch something sore?"

"Yes, Mom. I scratched myself accidentally in the shower."

"do you need anything to put on it?" she asks.

"It's all handled, Mom, says Patrick, getting a little annoyed. To aleff he says, "Be a good boy and bring in those grocery bags. I'll go in to put on coffee for us." To Allison he says, "Thanks, Mom, for treating him so nicely. We'll see you soon." And with that he goes inside.

"does he always make you bring in all the bags?" asks Allison once Patrick has gone inside. "It's fine. I'm glad to do it because he hates having to bring groceries inside. It's the least I can do for him after all he does for me," explains aleff, hoping she'll be satisfied with his evasive remark.

He has to make two trips in with the bags. Once they're all in the kitchen, he strips quickly before Patrick catches him, then begins to put the groceries away. Eventually Patrick comes in. "Come here and face me," he orders. "Hands behind your back."

Once aleff is ready, Patrick takes two clothespins and puts them on the slave's nipples. aleff winces and groans and Patrick nods his head, pleased. aleff breathes a little heavier. "Get this shit away, boi," says Patrick as he leaves the kitchen. "Then crawl inside to me. don't touch the clothespins or I'll put something even tighter on those nips."

These are actually tight enough for aleff. The pain will quickly get to a point where he begs to have them removed just by the look in his eyes. He doesn't dare ask out loud. The last time he did that, Patrick put binder clamps on those nipples instead until aleff was crying from the pain. Hard way to learn a lesson, but it did the trick. aleff never asks for relief any more.

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