Chapter 35.
He's back. I can hear him talking to Hank, and then saying goodbye. I guess Hank left when Bobby got back.
Footsteps. He's coming up here. I can see his boots. I wish I could lick them for him. I'm feeling better than I did when he woke me up this morning. I think I'm ready to emerge from my little cocoon.
"Listen to me, pup," he says quietly, "you and I are completely alone now and you are safe with me. I'd like to hold you but I can't do that unless you come out here to me like a good boy. Do you think you're able to do that now? You don't have to say anything. Just come to me and let me take care of you and keep you safe."
I feel so fucking foolish for being such a drama queen in front of the only person I will ever worship as much a I worship him. He unlocks the door of my cage and opens it. Okay, it's time. I crawl out but still don't want to get up off the ground.
"You're such a good boy for your Master," he says, and I crawl to him and start licking his boots, hoping he won't make me stop. Oh yes! It feels so good to show him how much I worship him. He just lets me lick all over for a while, but then he says, "Why don't you help me get these boots off and my socks so you can be a good slaveboy and lick my feet?" And he backs away to sit in the chair. I follow. I take one boot and start pulling it from the heel and he helps and it comes off without too much trouble. Phew! Stinky. Then the other one Stinky too.
"Got those socks off, boy. they need to go into the laundry." I pull them off and then start rubbing his stinky feet and they feel damp and cramped and I can hear his breathing while I massage his feet.
"Stinky, Master," I say and he rubs them in my face for a while and chuckles. "I need you to wash them for me. Not with your mouth, though. Too stinky. Actually, I both of us need to get washed. You're a bit stinky yourself, pup, after being locked up so long. Back off a bit so I can get my clothes off and then I'll get us both washed."
After he strips, he gets down on the floor next to me—what a sweetheart!---and he puts his arms around me and it feels so good to be touched by him even though there are still a few spots on me that hurt a bit. "Let's see if we can stand together, baby," he says to me, and I'm not sure I can do it, but he manages to pull me up himself and then we're standing there and he's holding on to me and we are skin to skin and our cocks find each other and his cock feels so good against mine. He breaks off contact but takes me by the hand and with his other arm around me he leads me into the bathroom and adjusts the water and then we're in the tub together and he's washing me from my neck all the way down around my groin and my balls and then even down my legs, and he's kneeling down to wash my feet and I'm leaning over him with my hands on his shoulders so I don't fall, and he gently lifts one of my feet just a little bit so he can wash the bottom and then the other foot and back up again. He stands me right under the water and gets my hair wet while wiping the water from off my eyes.
Then I smell the shampoo he likes so much and he pours some on my head and then he's massaging it all over and tells me to keep my eyes closed so I don't get soap in them, and he washes my hair like they do in the salons and it feels so good, so very very good.
He washes all the soap from my hair and my face and makes sure nothing gets in my eyes and he kisses my cheek and says "you are my good boy and I love that I own you. I know you've been feeling badly lately and we're gonna have a nice safe talk about it as soon as we both get dry so I can figure out how to fix things to take away all the bad feelings you've been having."
Next thing I now he's drying me with this awesome thick towel, a whole towel just for me and not his left over towel like he usually makes me get dry with. Then he dries himself too and takes me back inside. He sits on the couch and I know what I'm supposed to do: I lie on the couch and put my head in his lap and now I'm not afraid to look right into his face, his awesome face, the face I fell in love with before he ever even spoke to me, and he looks down at me and smiles the special smile he has when he wants to be tender with his slaveboy.
"Can you explain what's been so hard lately? Try, please, pup. Try so your Master can fix it."
"I want to be your slave, Bobby."
"You are my slave. You know that. I own you, boy."
"But I want to be only your slave, Bobby. Not the slave of every guy on campus."
I'm feeling so safe that I can be brave and say what I had been thinking when I was walking across the quad yesterday wondering how many of the guys I passed would make me serve them.
"You told me I had to service any guy who wanted me to."
"Yes, of course. After all, boy, this is an important part of your training as my slave. Your Master wants you to be a slut for cock, and you're well suited to it. Are you feeling now that it's too much to handle, that you're not as hungry for cock as you've always been in the past?"
"Oh no, Master. It's not that at all. But because you want your slave to service every guy on campus who wants to use me, I feel like I've become a slave for the whole school. Every guy is my Master and I have to obey every guy and I can't deal with it. It's too much. When I walked across the quad this week I felt like I should fall to my knees and kiss the feet of every person I saw. Everyone will see me as a wanton cocksucker, the campus slut with no right to refuse an order. Yesterday I was cornered by three guys from the swim team and they all kept spitting on me. They told me there were going to make me service every guy on the team and maybe even be gang-raped. It's just too much, Master."
Ah! Now Bobby understands what his mentor was trying to get him to see. Once again the rule is true: If a slave gets freaky, it's always the Master's fault for pressing too hard.
"Wow. I'm sorry, baby, but I never visualized what the implications of my order would be. Forget all that. You're my slave, and as my slave, you will service only men I specifically choose for you.
From now on, everyone has to come to me if they want you and I'll make the decisions. And I promise you, I'll be turning most guys down. I'll only give special Doms access to your body. That way you can still be the slut I want you to be, but I'll be the one to choose who you'll suck off. Will that help you feel better, boy?"
"Not everyone any more?"
"No. Not everyone. Just guys I want to enjoy you for a while. Special guys who deserve you. And only guys that turn you on as well. For them you can be a slut and enjoy it at the same time. How does that sound?" "I'll be the best faggot slut slave they ever had, Master, just to make you proud." And all I can think of is how he keeps making me fall more in love with him than ever.
"I know you will, boy. So now why don't you show your Master what a good cocksucker you can be. Slide off the couch onto your knees. Help me pull my pants down then suck your Master's cock like a good slave."
And so I do, paying particular attention to the nice plump crown of his dick, like the crown of a king, and I pour all my love and devotion into the way I service him and make him moan from pleasure. I keep doing that until he puts his hand on the back of my head, which means that he wants me to go down all the way. I do my very best to swallow all of him and the tip of his cock breaks through my gag and I can feel it actually invading my throat as he tightens his grip on my head and pushes me all the way down and holds me there. I can't breathe, but I don't panic any longer but just try to relax all the muscles that are fighting to dispel his dick from my mouth, but he holds me down until I almost pass out, then lets go and I fly up and off his cock with phlegm spilling over his cock.
As soon as I can catch my breath, I go about cleaning up the mess I made and then give myself a break by licking and sucking his balls for a while until he says, "Suck it, slave," and down I go again. "Jerk me off with your mouth. Make it tighter," he commands, and that's what I do and I can feel it getting ready for Master's orgasm and it's really a good one.
I can feel the power in his cock as he shoots blasts of cum into my mouth. "Don't swallow yet," he commands, and puts his hand on my throat so he can feel me swallowing him. He really likes this and I have to admit that I do as well. Swallow my Master's cum while he feels me doing it with his own hand.
Things settle down and slowly I take my mouth off Bobby's cock so I can clean up whatever is on the outside of his cock and then clean his piss slit. But then Bobby holds my head again. "Take my piss, baby. All of it. Gulp it down. Several times I gulp. He really had to piss bad! It still tastes awful and I don't think I'll ever get used to it, but I'm already realizing how much it means to be his urinal, to submit to him this way even though I know how disgusting most people would think this is.
I get wicked satisfaction from this way of being a countercultural rebel. But also, this is what I do because I love him so much. I'm not a pig! I'm not a piss-thirsty pig! I serve Bobby as his urinal whenever he wants because for me it is an act of love and surrender. And as his piss enters my mouth, I look up at him and it seems to me like the piss I'm drinking comes from his incredible face, and the expression on his face is not degrading. It's just powerful, and he love having this much power over me.
As all this is happening, I realize that Bobby really cares about me being happy as his slave, that it upsets him when I'm having trouble dealing with anything. He coaxes my secret thoughts out of me and really pays attention to them. And then finally, he decides how he has to modify the details of the bond between us.
Sure, he walks proud among our fellow freshmen, because although he's just barely legal, he already has managed to gain ownership of a slave who just happens to be their classmate. The can see me wearing Bobby's collar, and word has already gotten through the campus grape vine that the boy in the collar is Bobby Wilson's slave, owned in heart and mind and soul.
Bobby Wilson's charisma is so great that it's enabled him to conquer a guy who is inferior to all of them. Only Bobby Wilson has the power to direct my behavior. Bobby Wilson is the one who decides who his cocksucker will give pleasure to. He or they have to go to Bobby to ask permission to have access to the freshmen class slave.
And something is happening on campus because of the example Bobby has set and I guess the role I play as well. Guys are thinking about things, trying things they would have sworn they'd never do. Some guys are getting more aggressive with their girlfriends, some are losing girlfriends because of it, and there is also a small handful of boys who can't keep their eyes off Bobby's collar on my neck and getting funny feelings inside because the admire the slave's ability to give himself to the person he most admires.
I can't say anything more specific at this point, but Bobby keeps telling me that there are a few other subs in the class, whether gay or str8. "They're looking up to you, faggot," he keeps telling me, but then immediately does something to remind me of what I am, most frequently something with his strap. That's fine with me. I wish they could arrange a public flogging in the middle of town and put me in the stocks so then Bobby can go to town on me.
That's why I'm writing this story. So that you can know it's all really happening. Who are you? Are you like Bobby or like me? Who do you want to be? Why are you reading all this? It doesn't have much "stroke appeal," I'd think because it's too cerebral, but maybe I'm wrong. Are you getting off on this story because you have the soul of a Master or slave? If you are getting off, will you eat it like I would it if were Bobby's. Or anyone else he gives me to. ---speaking of which . . .
Please make a donation to Nifty, no matter how small. Our contributions help keeping this wonderful site alive. donate@nifty.org
If you write me, let me know what you think of this new story. subkodak25@gmail.com.
Here are the other stories I have posted, with the dates where you can find them:
The first five should be read in order:
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
These stories are stand-alone
Tommy Loves His Sub 8/17/2023 Training Toby 12/31/2023 Breaking Me In (in progress)