Chapter 28
Soon we're dry and dressed and back in the car. I can't help but jiggle my legs.
"Getting excited, boy?"
"Yes, Master. Excited about you spending the entire night with your slave." He doesn't know it yet, but I decided that I'm gonna ask him to collar me tonight with the collar he gave me. I figure that it's time. Especially because of what's gonna happen tonight, what I'm gonna do for him to show him how much I want and need to be his slave. I hope he'll agree. After all, when he gave it to me he told me that I would have to decide when I'm ready. Well, guess what? I'm ready. More than ready.
Bobby is being so kind to me, kinder even than Tyler ever was. We stop for a traffic light and he takes his hand and rubs it down my cheeks affectionately.
"This is an important night for you, sweet faggot, because you are going to surrender to me in a very special way. You're going to do what some so-called subs refuse to do because they think it's disgusting. But you understand that while it may be completely humiliating, there is nothing disgusting for it when it's a true slave drinking its Master's piss. Tonight begins a special new phase of your relationship."
I say nothing but just take in everything he says to me. He can tell from my breathing that he's getting right into my core submissiveness, and I know how much it is pleasing him.
"I want you to be honest with me, boy. Is there anything you need to have happen that will help arouse your desire to be trained to be my urinal? Anything at all? This is a safe time for you to ask."
I think for a while. Finally I'm ready to reply.
"Bobby the way you've been speaking with this slave today is helping it desire to submit to you this way more than ever before. I know now that I really WANT you to break me in this way."
"I'm glad. But think again. Is there anything at all that will help you surrender this way?"
"Would you collar me tonight with the collar you had given me a while ago, please, Master. It is time. I am ready."
"You realize that once I lock that collar around your neck it is never coming off? That many will realize what you are?"
"Yes, Master, this slave has noticed the lock and wants to be locked up this way. By you. For you. And Bobby, please, I really need you to be total Master with your slave tonight."
Bobby chuckles. "So no `sweet boy' stuff?"
I nod shyly. "Please, Master?"
"Then that is the way it will be. Take off your shoes and your socks, faggot. You'll have to make your way barefoot to the door. I'd make you walk naked to the door but there's not enough privacy around your place. Public humiliation is not on my playlist tonight. I have far more important things planned for this evening. And I'm going to begin by collaring you and locking you into it so it can never be removed."
"Please, Master, this slave needs to belong to you that way so much."
"Don't let it ever be said that your Master ignores you when you beg for things."
We're here. He's pulling up as close to the house as he can get. Fortunately my parents are not home, as usual. He orders me to get out of the car and get used to the feeling of my bare feet on the ground. "If I had my way, you'd be barefoot all the time, faggot," he tells me, and my inner slave quivers at the idea as I imagine myself barefoot at college and people giving me funny looks.
He gets out of the car and as he walks to my door he speaks a simple word. "Follow."
The minute we walk in the door I hear another one-word command: "Naked." I strip as quickly as I can, just leaving my clothing in a heap right there at the door.
"Crawl," he says.
On my hands and knees I follow him to the kitchen. He opens the fridge as if he owns this place (which he probably does now) and pulls out a bottle of water. "Kneel up," he commands. "Mouth open." He gulps down some water and then takes a mouthful which he dribbles from his mouth into mine. The he drinks down almost the entire bottle but feeds me the last of it directly from his mouth once again. Oh, how I wish I could always just drink this way!
He leaves the kitchen and goes upstairs into my private quarters. I clumsily follow him on my hands and knees up the steps. We enter the room and he says, "Collar. It's time for me to collar you as my permanent possession." I've kept it on my night table right next to his picture. I reach for the box it's in, and, kneeling up with my hands extended, I offer it to him an a gesture of supplication.
"Do you understand what this means, slave?"
"Yes, Master."
"Raise your head."
I obey. First he takes his hands and wraps them around my bare neck as if he's taking possession of it. He takes the collar from the box and lays the box aside.
"You belong to me. I own you. You are not an ordinary college boy. You are my slave. There is no longer a way for you to escape this or deny it."
He takes the collar very slowly and puts it around my neck. It fits perfectly. He had probably measured me a while ago before he gave me the collar.
"Lower your head, slave."
I do so. He puts his hands to the back of my neck and I hear the snap of the lock as if it were a crashing of thunder through my being.
"Uncover my feet and worship them, slave." He sits on the bed.
When at last I put my tongue and my mouth to his feet, I realize that it is now a completely different form of servitude now that I am his collared slave. My drooling saliva mixes with the tears flowing from my eyes. I swear this is the most emotional experience I have ever had. My entire life is now on a new plane---actually, I guess, a lower plane than before. As I lick and suck his feet I hear him whisper to himself, "yes, ...yes, ...yes!" I realize that this is all different for him as well. He's become more superior to me than ever.
After time has gone by, he opens his pants. "Help me get these off," he commands as he slides them beneath his ass and I lovingly pull them off him, fold them and lay them aside. He's kept his boxer briefs on, but removes his shirt as I'm taking care of his pants.
"Look your owner over," he says. I kneel back and take in the awesome sight of my Lord and Master and never has he looked hotter or more beautiful to me.
The commands come one right after the other.
"Lock your eyes onto mine and keep them there, slave, without my eyes you may forget what you are."
"Play with your Master's cock through my underpants."
"Get my cock wet with your mouth on my underpants."
When he's satisfied, he begins to remove them. "Finish," he commands, and I happily take them off him and gaze on him. He has never looked more beautiful or more powerful than he does at this moment.
"Put the head of my cock in your mouth and pleasure it, sucking out any precum."
"Begin to suck your Master's cock, slowly, gradually feeling all of it down your throat."
Oh wow. It is now so easy for me to accommodate him.
"That's it, faggot. Feel my entire cock down your throat. Hold it there. Work hard to get all of my cock into your slave mouth, faggot. This is the cock you're going to drink piss from tonight."
It feels like hours go by as I give my Master the best blow job I have even given him before. His breath and his moans and his repeated whispering of "yes, yes, yes," is all the reward I need.
"Soon faggot. Soon you will drink down my cum. Soon you will give your Master this pleasure."
And sure enough, with a loud shot he unloads into my mouth and never has he tasted so wonderful before, and I gaze into his eyes with tears in mine.
"There will be many tears tonight, faggot. Keep me in your faggot mouth. Become my pig. Become my piss-drinking slave," he says, "one mouthful at a time."
He fills my mouth with his piss. This is the moment I used to fear so much, but now this is the moment when I find the deepest meaning of my devotion and love for my Master.
"Swallow down your Master's piss, faggot."
It seems like he enjoys calling me "faggot" tonight the most. And I love hearing it. It means more than `I love you."
He takes his cock out of my mouth. I notice that he had taken a set of nipple clamps out of his pocket before he took off his pants. He picks them up and puts them on my nipples, one after the other and I suck air through my teeth from the biting pain. Never before have I realize just how vulnerable my nipples are to his desire to torture them.
He toys with the clamps and I moan and almost whine.
"Yes. Your sounds of pain send waves of pleasure through me as I realize just how much I own you, just how much I have the right to give you pain. Surrender to my rule over you, faggot.
I'm about to cry out from the pain when he orders me, "Open your mouth again, faggot. Take more of your Master's piss. You're doing a good job showing me how much you desire this degradation, slave."
I stare into his eyes as he fills my mouth again and only now do I begin to taste what is happening. Only now do I begin to taste what free men never get to taste. Only now do I taste what faggot slaves like me are meant to taste.
He knows this. He makes me hold his warm piss in my mouth for a long time and the flavors of his piss now become part of my life. Finally he gives release. "Swallow, faggot."
It takes a bit for me to do it, but as soon as I've swallowed this second mouthful of his piss, he spits onto my face repeatedly and then slaps my face back and forth until the tears in my eyes start flying into the air from the motion of my head responding to his slapping.
"You're looking like a real slave now, faggot, your face covered in my spit and your tears." He is so pleased by seeing me totally degraded this way.
Again he takes his cock out of my mouth. This time he begins to kick my balls, getting me to grunt from the pain and double over a bit, but he takes his hand and pushes me upright again but continues to kick me in the balls until the pain makes me cry out.
"Keep that fucking mouth open, you faggot pig piss-drinker. Take some more."
This time he doesn't put his cock back in my mouth but rather holds it before my open mouth and watches his piss shoot from the end of his cock directly into my mouth.
"Gulp it down, faggot, or I'll start hammering those balls with my fists!" he shouts as he continues to piss into my mouth, only pausing when I have to swallow.
"Take all of your Master's piss, faggot. No reason to stop now. Take it all, faggot. It's time. Serve me as my urinal! Let your Master hear you gulp down his piss like the pig your Master wants you to be. You are my urinal, faggot!"
Those words chase away any fear, any resistance within me, and I greedily gulp it down until his flow slows down and then there are only a last few drops I suck from the tip of his cock before cleaning his piss slit. The slit that feeds his slave his piss.
Finally it is done. He leads forward and removes the clamps from my nipples and I cry out in pain. He spits into my mouth when I open it to cry out. Then runs his fingers through my hair and massages my scalp. Chills reverberate through my body and I look into his eyes.
"It always gets me hot to see tears in your eyes, faggot. Then I know you are feeling the reality of your slavery. You cried a lot for your Master tonight, right from the moment when you began to service your Master's feet, right up until now. You are now my urinal, faggot. There's one more thing that has to happen to acknowledge what you have become. Get on all fours, slave."
I do so. He gets up from the bed and opens my clothes closet, looking through it. He selects one of my belts hanging on the door, folds it over and comes back to me, swinging it and whipping my body, not caring where the lashes land as I begin writhing around on the ground trying to get away from the lashes. "Yes, yes, yes," he says once again. "There's piss inside of you. Now there have to be welts on the outside of you to mark your transition downward into deeper slavery."
He continues to whip me with that strap. It strikes my nipples, my balls, my groin in addition to the parts on my back and ass that had been whipped the other day. I scream and cry out and still but lashes continue until I collapse on the ground sobbing.
"You begged me to be Master tonight so I have no intention of consoling you, faggot. Take your whipped body into the kitchen and cook up some omelets for our dinner. You have cheese?"
"Yes, Master," I say through my sobs, as I crawl away from him and go to do what he commanded me to do. I don't think I've ever felt more miserable, and yet at the same time, so proud that I've been able to endure my awesome Master's treatment. I am his property. I am his slave. I am his urinal. I am his pig. I am his whipping boy. All of this for him because he now has total ownership of my miserable state of total slavery.
I fix our supper, glad I'm in my own kitchen so I know my way around. I am broken. I am still sobbing from the beating Master just gave me to acknowledge how deeply I have descended into total subjugation at the Master's hands. I have no concern about what is going to happen next. He is the one who will determine the course of my life from day to day from now on. This gives me a sense of security. Never again do I have to worry that I might not be enough of a slave for him. He has collared me. He has used me as his urinal. He has beaten me while his piss is sloshing around in my belly.
All these thoughts keep going through my head as I prepare the meal he has ordered me to prepare. Am I preparing it for the both of us or for him alone? Not sure. I use 8 eggs, just in case he decides to let me share supper with him. So much is different now, after what's happened. I'm different. We're different. I know Bobby senses my distress and, as usual, knows what it's about.
"I want us to eat together at the table now. Enough Master stuff. You need to relax. We don't need to work everything out all at once. I'll always let you know your place, baby. Sit down and eat with me. There will be plenty of times I'll feed you from a bowl on the floor. Now be a good boy and tell me some of the things on your mind." And just like that, Bobby flips the switch. Wow. It's just so easy for him.
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Sweet Subjugation 1/15/2023
Brandon's Bosses 4/3/2023
Brandon's Brothers 5/19/2023
Total Subjugation 5/25/2023
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Training Toby 12/31/2023
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