Chapter 11
I awaken alone on the bed, unbound but naked. I'm still wearing the collar. That awful taste is still in my mouth. He comes in and looks at me. He's wearing jeans and his leather vest again. Barefoot. "There's a toothbrush in the sink and mouthwash. Crawl in there. Clean out that stinking cesspool in your mouth, slave. Clean out your ass. Use the toilet. Then crawl into the kitchen and stay on all fours while I get your breakfast."
"thank you, Master," I say, still half awake but at least I know my manners. It takes a while to get myself in order, but I'm happy to get the taste of his piss out of my mouth. When I finish brushing the hell out of my mouth, I crawl into the kitchen, lead by the smell of the coffee. I stop and wait, on all fours as he ordered. "You drink coffee, pig?"
"Yes, Master. Cream and sugar, please."
"You'll drink it black. Get used to it. It's easier for your superiors that way." I hear him pour coffee and then see him place a small bowl of it on the floor in front of me. "Bend down and lap it up. Careful, though. Don't burn your mouth, boy."
Shit. It's hard to take, black. It's hard to lap up. I guess I have to get used to this. Kurt doesn't have a lot to say and my ass still hurts so I'm not going to dare get him angry at me. I hear bacon frying and he's mixing something in a pot on the stove. I hear him crack eggs into another frying pan. He pours the contents of the pot into another bowl, then puts it aside. He finishes the eggs and bacon, fixes a plate and puts it on the table with a knife and fork. He sits at the table.
"Under the table. Lick my feet and suck my toes. You'll have your breakfast after I finish mine." He takes his time. My stomach juices are flowing from the smell of the bacon but I'm probably not getting any. He's not going to waste good bacon on a slave. He nudges my face with his foot. "You can stop now." He gets up, puts his dishes in the sink, then takes the bowl and puts it on the floor. "Oatmeal with, um, special `vitamins' that are good for slaves like you. Finish it all." He sits there and watches me tentatively stick my face in the bowl and figure out a way to eat my breakfast like a fucking dog. Waves of humiliation are flooding my body. Damn, I can tell he's doctored the food. I'm already getting a little high on it. I eat as much as I can manage, then raise my head.
"When a Master gives you a command, you obey it to the fucking letter. I told you to finish it all. Get at it, faggot!" I lower my head again and start to lick what's left from the bottom of the bowl while he gets up and goes inside. When he comes back I hear a swish and feel the lash of a leather belt across my back and cry out. "the only way a faggot like you learns to be a good slave is with constant punishment. You're too fucking proud to learn any other way." He hits me again and I cry out louder, about to beg for mercy, but remember what he told me last night, that I have no right to beg for mercy.
The bowl is completely empty now. I tentatively raise my head again. "Stand up, boy, and lean over the table." I quickly obey. He takes a jar of olive oil and uses it to lube his cock and fingers and opens my asshole with his fingers. Then he fucks me without another word. Slow, steady fuck, and every time he fucks all the way inside and his body hits my ass I cry out again from the pain of the beating he gave me last night. Finally he empties his load into my ass and pulls out. He takes a plug and shoves it up my ass. It's just a buttplug, not a big dildo. Thank God for small favors. "Now stand up and clean up the kitchen from breakfast. You'll figure out where to put things away. Crawl inside when you're finished, pup." I guess "pup" is going to be my name for now. I start cleaning the pots and pans he used and as I do the chores he assigned me, my eyes tear up and I just let the tears fall down my face. I'm not sure why I'm crying. Maybe because I'm beginning to realize what it means to be a slave to this man, even if it's only temporary. And so I do the very best job I can, afraid of another beating.
When I'm finished, I get down on the floor again and crawl inside. He's watching something on the television. He snaps his fingers and points to his feet. I know what I have to do. Again I put my mouth to his feet and serve him like the faggot slaveboy I'm becoming. His phone rings. He turns down the television and answers. "Tyler, my good man, how are you doing today? . . . . I'm good. Had a nice breakfast. Fed the pup and fucked it . . . . . . just a little last night . . . will give it more after it's done cleaning my feet . . . . don't worry yourself about that, man. have a safe trip. let me know when you get back. . . . . . ah. good. yeah, I have that book. why? . . . . the pup? sure. . . . . . okay dude. be safe. make lots of money. Talk soon, buddy." He disconnects the call.
"did I tell you take a break, faggot?"
"No,, no, Master, sorry, Sir."
"You should have been concentrating on servicing me and not trying to overhear our conversation. Goddamn it, you're a lot of work, pup." He picks up his strap which was laying on the couch next to him and I get another lash across my back. This time, instead of crying out, I start to lick faster. "There, that's better, slave. You see, you CAN learn by getting beaten. But enough now. Kneel up and listen."
I do so, really wanting to run my hand over the lash he just gave me but decided that would probably only invite more pain. "I'm doing you only as a favor to Tyler. He wants me to give you two things before I take you home. The first is a book he wants you to read. It's a hot book about a slave like you. As far as the second thing he wants me to give you, move up closer and take out my cock. Don't make it get hard. Put it in your mouth." I do so, dreading what I think is coming next. Sure enough, he fills my mouth with piss that's even more acrid than what I drank last night. "Swallow," he says. I do so and the taste is the most awful thing I could possibly imagine. "Morning piss is the worst, pup. I wasn't gonna give you any but Tyler asked me to. Consider it as coming from him. I hope you realize that unless you back out you are being trained as his urinal, and I don't think he's going to be terribly patient about it. He's a sweet guy, much sweeter than I could handle, but he does have his priorities and he doesn't waste his time with slaves who can't keep up. Other than that, he'll treat you good. Not like me. As far as I'm concerned, I'd cover you with welts before I ship you home. Just so you have something to think about until Tyler gets back to town. I'm not the sweet type of Master, faggot. I let you off easy. You wouldn't last a month with me."
"that's for sure," I think to myself. "Well let's get going." He walks to the door and I tentatively follow. "Come," he says. "Your clothes are in the car. And don't forget that book." I follow him out into the bright day, wondering if I'll ever get used to being naked when others aren't. It's so unbelievably humiliating like this, but I guess that's the point. He opens the car door and has me fetch my clothes and put them back on. "You can put the sandals on while I'm driving you home," he says. "Where am I taking you?" I give him the address and he enters it into the car and a hot male voice begins giving directions. "Directions to the pup's place." And we're off.
When we get to Dad's place, his car is there so I know he's home. I'm worried about the collar. Dare I take it off myself? "Live alone?" Kurt asks me. "No, Sir, with my Dad. And he's home now, Sir."
"Too bad. I was thinking of coming inside and smacking you around some more. Would do you good to be bullied in your very own bedroom. Maybe next time. Oh, and here. Let me take the collar off. So, kid, I don't know what your situation is with your old man, but if you're gonna keep after all this shit, you either have to find your own place to live or you're gonna have to have a good long honest talk with him. A lot of fathers are okay with their boys being fags now, but I don't know how many could handle knowing their fag son is a fucking bdsm slave as well."
"Thank you for the advice, Master." I decide not to offer any further explanation unless he demands it.
"Well, if I decide to have at you again, pup, you can fill me in on what's going on here. Go on now."
"thank you, for putting up with this slave, Master," I say as I pick up the book and get out of the car.
As much as I want to see my Dad, I really hope I can get in without him seeing me like this. I'm a sleazy sordid mess. Master did not allow me to shower, and I have piss on my breath and have trouble moving around from all the beatings Kurt gave me. And shit, it's going to hurt to take a shower but I really need it. The last cleaning I had was when Kurt had me standing under the nozzle at the club quickly washing my junk with some smelly bar of soap. Not only that but I've been crying a lot so my face is probably also a mess. Not that he hasn't seen me before when I was crying. Especially with all that crap that happened with Bobby.
Besides, I have to have a really good talk with myself and it can't wait. What the fuck am I doing? Do I really want all this "shit," as Kurt called it? Goddam, I know if Kurt were the only option I'd start doing myself the way Mitch does. Sure, it was hot and sure, I did really get into most of it, even slaving over his feet and eating from a bowl on the floor. But shit! I'm gonna be sore for days. But is sure was fun at the club before Kurt took over, and I do want to keep going there. And I faint inside the way Tyler talks to me about becoming his slave. And Tyler has what Kurt can't handle—he's a really nice guy and I know he will be the type of Master a boy like me can come to love. Of course, I made that mistake before, didn't I? But it was so fucking good when it was so fucking good! And hey, I'm an optimistic kind of guy. I'm not giving up. Not yet.
It does hurt taking a shower, but I didn't make the water too hot and the body wash I have is nice and gentle. Besides, I have some soothing ointment to put to my sore ass. I even shave and try to get my face looking better. I hear Dad knock on my door and I call out, "I'll be right down, Dad," and get myself in order. I'm nervous and excited. I really love my Dad. We've been through a lot, me and him. I remember when I came out to him, crying my eyes out like a little boy and he took me into his arms and held me like he always used to do when I was little and Mom was really getting on my case. And when she died, I was the one to hold him while he cried. As for me, I was glad she was dead. That might sound like a horrible thing to say, but she really did a number on me right up to the day she died, even though she was so sick. But enough about that.
I shouldn't have been thinking about that because now, the minute I saw Dad's smiling face, I was that little boy again and crying in his arms and hanging on to him for dear life. This wasn't the same type of crying that I was doing when Kurt whipped me. That was faggot slave crying. This is little boy crying. And it was only a little bit because when Dad tried to hug me tight I had to slither out of his arms real quick because Kurt had taken his strap to my back too many times and I almost screamed when Dad squeezed me. "You doing okay, pup?
WTF!!!!!! Did he actually call me pup? "Why'd you call me pup, Dad?"
"Because a friend of mine told me that's what they were calling you last night. Apparently you and he go to the same club from time to time."
"Oh" My legs started shaking. Time to come out again, I guess.
"Don't worry, son. He didn't tell me anything other than that, and he said that whatever you guys are into, it's a very safe place to be and experiment with whatever that whatever happens to be. And I guess I should be pleased that you've already gained some popularity there, so my hat's off to you. And I'm gonna keep calling you `pup' now because I happen to think it's a good nickname for you. Listen, pup, you're young now. This is the time to experiment without any heavy consequences. I have to confess that I wish I'd done more experimenting of my own before settling down so young, but if that hadn't happened then I guess you would never have been born and never would have brought so much joy in to my life." And he reached out and messed up my still damp hair.
"It's good to be home," Dad says, "but I'm exhausted. I intend to lay low for the day. If you're home around supper time we can order out if you want."
"Sounds good, Dad. I'm also laying low today. Overdid it last night. But I'll be fine. A friend gave me a book to read that I want to check out. That will be all for me today." And so we hug each other and then drift off to our separate quarters---something I deliberately did not tell Kurt about or he would probably have come in and made me even more sore than I already am. Damn. Not hanging out with that Dom any more, that's for sure!
So anyway, I go to my room and strip down, put on a robe and lay on the bed on my stomach with a pillow under my chest and start reading my book.
A few hours later the phone rings and I realize that I fell asleep shortly after starting to read. Dad's calling, asking about supper. We agree to our usual Chinese feast. I'm well rested now and have plenty of energy. We have a nice dinner and he tells me all about the trip he just took and how successful it was. After dinner I go back to my room and watch TV. I've got an urge to go back to the club but I'm still pretty sore. Not sure I could handle any heavy impact tonight. My phone rings. Shit! It's Kurt! I guess Tyler gave him my number, or someone else from there. "Just checking up. Still sore?" "Yes, Master, very much." "then make sure you come over tonight. guys will see you've been worked over. Meanwhile it will do you a lot of good to be there naked and well-whipped with nothing more than a desire to serve. You know what Tyler has to say about whipped cocksuckers, boy."
"Yes, Master, I sure do."
"So I'll be at the door again watching you strip when you get here. And I'll bring the collar and hood for you to wear. It will help you stay conscious of what you're there for."
I guess I have no choice. But that fact actually thrills me. "Will be there, Master. Thank you for encouraging me"
"And don't worry. I'm done bringing you home with me. You're not the kind of slave I enjoy. You're too tender."
I chuckle. "Happy to hear you say that, . . . Kurt."
He chuckles as well. "see you soon, pup. don't be too late."
I show up that night just as the place opens and I'm naked before even half a dozen other paying customers get by Kurt. I nod as I pass him. He opens the gate for me but doesn't touch me. "Do a good job tonight, faggot," and he hands me the collar and hood. I take them from him and carry them into the club, hoping I can ask Tyler to put them on me when he shows up. If he shows up.
Mario comes by and looks me up and down. "Oh my, you must have been a very bad boy," he says to me.
"No, Sir. I was a good boy. The bad boy is the one who did this to me."
"Well I hope you enjoyed it."
"To a point, Sir, to a point."
A man about my Dad's age see me and comes over to me, toying with one of my nipples. "I've got your back, pup. Relax and have a good time."
"I guess I should say thank you, Sir. I guess you're the one who ratted me out to my Dad." I continue to let him roll my nipple between his fingers and start breathing a bit more heavily.
"Guilty as charged, but it apparently didn't seem to bother him. And I promise you I gave out no information other than I saw you here and I knew you were being called `pup.'
"Yes, I know, Sir. He told me. Thanks for keeping the important things secret."
"We all have to do that for one another, pup. By the way, my name's Warren."
"Well, Warren," I say, backing away from his fingers. "I'm not looking for a Daddy tonight, but thanks for letting me know who you are."
"It's the least I could do," he says in a seductive voice.
I chuckle. "and it's the most you're gonna get to do, Warren. Have a good night." I walk away and realize that Tyler is standing there watching our interchange. I walk up to him with my arms behind my back giving him an open invitation to work my nips. He raises both of his hands and take possession of them and toys with them with an exquisite light touch. "May I speak freely, Sir," I ask.
"Sure thing, pup. What's on your mind?"
I turn around so he can see my back and my ass, still well marked up. Then I turn back. "This is Kurt's way of making me ready for you."
"Shit, I'm sorry, pup. Didn't know that's the way he likes to operate."
"Well, Sir, all I've got to say is that the best person who can ever get me ready for you is going to be you. When you're ready, Sir."
"Understood, boy. Enjoy yourself tonight. Get more practice servicing Daddies. It's not about being attracted to them. It's about learning your place. And considering the evidence written on your flesh, pup, I suspect you'll be up for some quality cocksucking tonight. I'll be watching. But first I have to go take a piss."
I look him right in the eye, then kneel down and open my mouth. "Think you can take it all?" he asks.
"Not sure, Master, but willing to try. I hope that pleases you, Sir."
"It does, pup, but the thing is this: I'd rather you not get that type of reputation around here. When you drink me down I want it to be a personal act of servitude. For now, just keep sucking cock. In fact," he says, gesturing to a hot blond dude standing nearby, "start with him so I can see how you handle young dick." He calls the blond over. I'm still on my knees and smile up at the stud as he approaches pulling down his shorts and plopping his still soft cock right into my mouth. I close my eyes and work my tongue, feeling it beginning to grow in my mouth until it gets too big for me to handle all at once. He puts his hand to the back of my neck and gently starts sliding in and out of my mouth. "Suck it good, faggot. Show me how hungry you are for prime beef." Shit, how corny! But damn his cock is precumming down my throat already so I lose myself in servicing him, hoping that Tyler is still observing.
He takes his cock out of my mouth and reaches down for my nipples, helping me to stand. Then he kisses me, backing me up into a more private alcove and pushing me back down on my knees. "Finish me off, boy, nice and slow." And so the night begins.
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Here are the other stories I have posted, with the dates where you can find them:
The Alex Chronicles 9/25/2022
Sweet Subjugation 1/15/2023
Brandon's Bosses 4/3/2023
Brandon's Brothers 5/19/2023
Total Subjugation 5/25/2023
Tommy Loves His Sub 8/17/2023
Training Toby 12/31/2023
Breaking me in—current
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