Chapter 15.
My ass hurt so much in class that I stood in the back of the room and explained to the prof that I cannot sit due to a personal wound. One of the upperclassmen in the room kept giving me snide looks and I was getting paranoid. Did he know that David had whipped my ass? Could word get around that quickly? But after class he came over to me and told me that his girlfriend whips his ass and pegs him sometimes and he has to stand up as well. First time I ever met a straight sub. I smiled at him and told him that I was thrashed by a guy and then was made to blow him, but that's all. No pegging. Yet. Todd—that's his name told me that "she's thinking of making me suck off a guy just to humiliate me. She wants to peg me while I'm giving some guy a blow job."
"Sounds hot, Todd. There are a lot of guys at the club I go to who would be glad to help humiliate you."
"Yeah, but she wants it to be a straight dude."
"Surprising. I'd think it would be more humiliating to have you suck off a fag," I said.
"You might have a point. I'll have to talk to her about it."
"The guy who thrashed me last night might be interested, too. I'm not sure, but I think he's straight but loves to get sucked off by faggots after he thrashes their naked asses. If you want, I'll speak to him about it."
"I'll have to get back to you," says Todd, "after Cheryl and I get to talk about it. Obviously, she's the one who will be making the decision."
"I understand," I said, then walked away, wondering whether getting pegged would hurt more than getting fucked with a real cock. Probably some day I'll get to find out.
After supper that night, which I ate standing up, I had to kneel by the side of my bed and put the book on the bed to read that way. Not only was my ass sore, but when David took his strap to me, he deliberately lashed me on the bottom side of my ass and the top of my legs. That made it even worse when I tried to sit on a pillow.
I slept naked that night, and found I was getting turned on by the feeling of the sheet and covers sliding over my sore ass. Finally I reached below my body and took my dick in hand and began to ride it. This caused even more sensation on my tortured rear. The turn-on of it all made me cum very quickly. Then I decided I would not get up to clean up, but just like in my own cum for the rest of the night. I'd never done anything like that before. Damn, it felt good as I lay there thinking of how much of a pig I was becoming. At least when I was alone.
I didn't hear from Tyler for three days. That was both a relief and a disappointment. My friend Mitch wanted me to go to the Inferno with him on Saturday night. I wasn't sure I wanted to. Now I think I'd be embarrassed to run into either Bobby or Tyler. I just didn't know which end was up, but I remembered how David was telling me that I should still go with Bobby when he wanted me and stop being such a spoiled bitch.
And you know what? Damn, I miss Bobby. I liked the way he handled me. Now I'm regretting the way I acted when I realized that he wasn't going to keep me exclusively. I guess it's time to eat some humble pie.
Tyler wasn't there when Mitch and I arrived that night. As usual, I got naked at the door while Mitch only took his shirt off. As I entered the club, Kurt said to me, "Bobby's here tonight. He's been looking for you."
"Is Tyler here?" I asked him.
"No, baby. And he hasn't left any instructions for you so you're on your own."
Again, disappointment. Confusion as well. What should I do about Bobby? Or rather maybe, what will Bobby do with me when he sees me here on my ow?. It doesn't take long for me to find out.
No sooner did I get inside when Bobby came right over to me. "I heard Tyler's taking you in hand, faggot."
"Yes, Sir, at least that's what he's led me to believe."
"Has he taught you any humility yet?" Bobby asks. I'm not sure what he means. I look at him quizzingly. "What I mean, boy, is whether or not he's teaching you to behave like a slut. It's what he usually does when he takes an interest in a potential slave."
It bothers me to hear him say that because it means that Tyler's had other boys he's trained. I guess I'm just on in a long line of subs in his life. Damn. I'm always hoping for more. Maybe that just doesn't happen. How should I react to what Bobby just told me? I think I won't let on that it upset me. "Yes, Sir, Tyler's used that word with me a lot: slut. He likes watching me suck off men, especially Daddy-type men I'm not attracted to."
"So he's breaking through your fussiness, eh? Teaching you you're not meant to be treated like some kind of precious queen." I'm beginning to realize that Bobby's quite pissed at me. Uh-oh. "Very true, Sir. Beginning to learn my place."
"Remember that night when I got you wet then worked you over with those shoelaces?"
"Yes, Sir. How could I forget?"
"so you service any troll around here who wants your mouth, but you thought you could just get fussy with me because I wasn't letting you live with me? You were too good to just be a faggot `on call.'"
Now I'm really embarrassed. And even feel guilt. I lower my head and drop my eyes to the ground. "Yes, Sir, that's what's been happening. And this slave humbly apologizes for it past attitude with you."
"come with me, bitch," he says, taking me by my scrotum and pulling me over to where the shower nozzle hangs from the ceiling. I've been here before. I think I'm gonna get wet again.
"Now I'm gonna teach you a lesson, faggot. Teach you more about what you are. I'm gonna mark you and get you wet and then work you over the way I did that night. Let all the old men stand around and get a good picture of how we break a slave of its pride. Get down on the fucking ground, pig. Spread your legs, sit back on your heels, and sit up straight." I start breathing heavily as I get down as he ordered me to. "You'd be too much trouble to own right now. Tyler understands that, or else you'd be locked up in a cage in his basement right now. You still need to understand more about what you are and what we Doms are."
Shit. There he goes with that talk again that always got me so hot."Please, Sir, please show this faggot what you mean."
"I intend to." He takes out his cock, that gorgeous cock I loved to suck so much, and I lean forward to get my mouth around it, but he takes his hand and pushes me back. "You're not getting this cock tonight. Only what comes out of it," he says, and right away he starts to piss. All over me. All over my front. Then he orders me to turn over on all fours and he marks my other side with his fragrant piss and this is my first `golden shower,' and I can't believe what it makes me feel like as I feel Bobby's piss dripping over my body and onto the floor. "Now get under the shower, pig boy!" I move over there and he turns on the water. "Get wet all over. Wash off my piss if you can. Hurry."
I'm barely getting clean when he turns off the water and pulls that rawhide whip out of the back of his pocked and starts in on me. "Dance around, faggot. Give these men a good show. Show the potential subs here what it's all about, what you are, how you deserve to be treated by a proper Dom." It's the same as last time, only now I know he's only doing it to discipline and humiliate me in front of all the others not because he's training me to be his slave, but just because he feels like doing it to punish me for my previous unenlightened attitude.
And it's not until I'm yelping and putting out my hands in a vain attempt to ward off the lashes from striking me all over that he finally stops.
"There. I've got him all ready for you," he says and then walks away. I don't understand what he meant when he said that. Slowly, painfully, I try to get myself upright. No one offers me any help. Maybe they think they might get piss on themselves if they touch me.
Finally I'm crouched down squatting. I put my hands on the floor and I'm just about to push myself up when I realize that Tyler's been standing there watching. I have no idea how long he was there or how much he saw of what Bobby did to me. But then I realize what when Bobby said `I've got him ready for you," he was talking to Tyler.
Tyler speaks softly. "Crawl back under the shower." I obey. He turns on the water. "Stand up and wash all over," he commands, and hands me one of those lousy bars of soap they keep around here. I do the best I can, but there are still little marks and blisters from the whip Bobby used on me and they make it painful for me to use much pressure washing myself.
"Take the pain, brat. Wash more vigorously. I know it hurts in some places. That's part of the lesson you needed to learn. Wash good or you'll be getting my strap next, slaveboy!"
"Yes, Master," I say in a low voice and do what he says, making sure he can see and hear me when it hurts to wash too thoroughly. Finally, Tyler turns off the water. "You'll just have to drip dry. Come follow me now." I'm quite a sight walking through the club. It's obvious I've been beaten. It's obvious I'm dripping wet. I keep my eyes on Tyler's legs so I don't have to register the looks of approval, disapproval or desire other members of the club might be showing. I'm following Tyler. That's what Tyler told me to do.
He brings me up two flights of stairs into a semi-private room. He sits in a chair and has me stand before him. "Keep your arms behind your back and your head lowered. There is no one here except me. I'm all of your reality right now." He pauses as I get into the position he wants.
The next thing I know, I'm being locked into a tight chastity cage again.
"I'm holding your key," he tells me. "You'll not have one. You don't need one."
Again, a long pause and I'm just soaking up the humiliation and also the perverted joy that Tyler is the one doing this to me and that Tyler saw Bobby chastise me in the most humbling way in front of everyone else while he watched. Finally, he speaks again, and now he's using his teacher voice that he's used on me before.
"I want you to understand that you no longer have the right to refuse Bobby anything even though he has no interest in keeping you. When he calls you, you give yourself to him for whatever he wants. He's marked you. Everyone here knows that you're his slut and his whipping boy. What they don't know, however, is that I'm the one who decides he can have you that way, at his beck and call, an easy faggot when he wants your service. You'll serve him from now on because I require it of you. I am the one who will always determine what happens to you whenever you come here. I'm controlling your training, your humiliation, your discipline, you attitude formation. I'm freely using others to help condition you until I decide to take you to myself. I'm the one in control, slut. In a way, you're mine. It's my right to decide to make you available to almost anyone who wants to use you. But be sure of two things: only I will fuck you. Only I will give you my piss to drink. Only I will find ways to take charge of you outside the scenes. Now tell me, boy: do you own a three-piece suit?"
"No, Master."
"Then I will pick you up at ten am tomorrow. Wear tight underpants, jeans, t-shirt, socks and sneakers. Come out to my car as soon as I arrive. Don't keep me waiting, boy. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master. This boy understands."
"Then go service older men. Suck three dicks. Swallow three loads. Then come to me and kneel before me. I'll give you something to wash down all that cum." I have a good idea I know what that is.
"Yes, Master. Thank you for instructing this brat."
"And by the way, boy. Those marks on your body make you look real hot. Also make you look like the cocksucking slave you're learning to be. Don't forget what I said: older men. No studs. Blow the guys who have gone soft. Their cocks will still be just as hard when they realize you're looking to service them. It should be easy to find dicks to suck. You're getting a good reputation around here. Now off with you, boy. Come back to me when you've got three loads in your belly."
As soon as Tyler walks away, I feel a hand on my shoulder. An Asian man, maybe about 50 or 60—can't tell for sure—has put his hand on me and is pushing me down after hearing everything that Tyler told me. I get down and he shoves a well-formed five-inch almost hairless dick into my mouth and I feast on it. Always liked Asian food. While I'm sucking him he puts his hands around my neck and cuts off my airway a few times. This used to scare the daylights out of me, but not any more. Besides, this is a safe place. The fact that I've got to suck down air when he lets go of me so I can suck him well when he chokes me really pushes my submissive buttons. Finally, after a while, he takes his hands off my neck and reaches down to my nipples and he makes them feel like he's going to pluck them off me as his fingernails bite into me and I suck faster and faster until a large load of strange-tasting cum fills my faggot mouth. The taste must be the effect of what he eats, I guess. As soon as he cums, he pulls out of my mouth, pats me on the head and walks away. Mitch is there and he helps me stand.
"I'm taking off. Someone invited me to his playroom. I know he's safe. Been with him before. When you leaving?"
"When Tyler lets me leave. He's giving me some things to do. Um, some people to do, I mean."
Mitch chuckles and squeezes my shoulder as he says good night.
About an hour later, I've had my quota of loads to swallow and my throat really feels weird. Fortunately, there are no STD's in this story, so I don't have to worry about that. Anyway, I walk around looking for Tyler and find him by the entrance to the club talking to Kurt. "Well, look who's here? Our favorite faggot!" says Kurt. That makes me blush. Tyler looks at me and says, "What, boy? Is there something you want to ask me for?" I kneel down in front of him and open my mouth. He spits into it. "There. Is that all you wanted, baby?"
"No, Sir."
"Well tell me what else you want. Let me hear it. Let Kurt hear it."
"Master, please piss down this boy's throat to help it wash down the cum it swallowed?"
"What did you say, boy? Say it louder so I know you mean it and everyone else can hear it."
"Master, please piss down this boy's throat to help it wash down the cum it swallowed.?"
Tyler took himself out of his pants."Wrap your lips around my cock, faggot."
I did so. "I'll give you four gulps, boy." He lays his hand on my throat and begins to piss. I try to let it fill my mouth as much as possible before I gulp. For some reason I realize I'm really craving Tyler's piss, not because I'm into piss because I still think I'm not really, but because it's Tyler's, and that means it's something I really need. Once I've gulped as much as Tyler said I had to gulp, the flow stops and he withdraws from my mouth.
"Good boy. Go home now. Do not brush. Go to sleep with the taste of my piss in your mouth. I would also tell you not to touch yourself, but I don't have to now that I've locked up that little boy dick you have. Make sure you pour soapy water over the cage when you piss. Keep it clean. Stop it from starting to smell. I'll pick you up at 10. Be ready when I arrive. In fact, wait outside in front of the house before I arrive so I know how eager you are. And use mouthwash. I don't want to smell piss on your breath in the morning, boy."
"Yes, Master."
He swats me on my bare ass and I leave the club, put my clothing on, and head for home.
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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
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