Chapter 22
I grow tense waiting for this one more thing he wants to tell me.
"I've decided it's time you start drinking Bobby's piss, to be his urinal from now on, just like you used to be when he owned you. I spoke to him about it and he's looking forward to degrading you that way. It will help you remember what you a perverted faggot pig you are becoming."
And with that he leaves, me hiding behind the door and recoiling from the shock. Only after the limo pulls away do I stand in the doorway and watch until it's out of sight, tears falling down my cheeks.
The moment I close the door, something SNAPS and BREAKS within me. Everything looks different!!!!!!!!!
He kisses me like he loves me, but then he reminds me that he is turning me into a "perverted faggot pig." I realize that Bobby won't be the only one who will be using me as a urinal. I know that's what's going to happen. I know. I know. But suddenly, something rises up from the very depths of my being, from a place that no Dom or Master or man has ever touched, and it forms itself into a word in my throat. I open my mouth and it screams out: "NO!!!!! I DO NOT WANT THIS LIFE!!!!!
Then I realize that Bobby will be here in less than 40 minutes. Forget the shower. I race around the house and shove into my backpack and rucksack everything I can get my hands on, from the wardrobe he had whittled down for me and personal effects from the bathroom. I go to take my phone, but decide to just leave it there so no one can contact me. My mind says, "escape, escape, escape!" I race to the car, not even closing the door of the house and leave rubber in the street as I rush away from that place like I'm escaping with my life. I drive home---to Dad's. His car is in the driveway. Good. I leave my things in the car and drop my house keys because my hands are shaking. Before I can bend over to pick the up, the door opens and Dad is standing there.
"What's happened? Baby, you look terrible."
I fall down at his feet, shaking and sobbing, and the door closes behind me. Dad gets down on the floor with me and just like I did when I was a slave, I reached over and crawled into his arms and held him tight, sobbing out my misery, crying "no, no, no," and other gibberish. Dad holds me while I go to pieces, just as he has done so many times over the years, praying for me in his mind and simply waiting for the emotional tsunami crashing upon him to go back to where it came from. He wishes that his son was still only three years old; it was so much easier then when he melted down. He can't carry the boy inside and give it a warm bath, dress him in him "snuggles," as he called his favorite pj's and blanket, and lay him on the bed then going to sit in a chair and read until the boy needed him some more.
He can't do anything like that, but it sure feels like this is one of those times. The boy's been overwhelmed by too much stuff and is incapable of ever making any sense out of it because it's all too far beyond him. It used to be frustration over a broken toy. But now? This is something serious, something dark, something to do with that crowd he's been hanging out with and living with some guy he said he was crazy about, but he's been very distant these past couple months. Something has obviously come to a head and the boy can't handle it. He's still only 19, for God's sake! Experimenting with things that are probably why he's in such a state now. He (Dad) had already found out that the club he kept going was a gay male BDSM club. He probably should have raised an objection when he first found out but his friend Warren told him that it was a safe place.
Six hours, three gallons of coffee wrestling with a Xanax, most of the story has come out except for things that Dad didn't need to know about, like what Tyler called him right before he left, or what he was planning to make him do for Bobby, or most of that degrading stuff. He told his father that he was a submissive and things just went too far lately so he decided he had to escape it all.
By now, they know. Maybe they found the cell phone, and my father had it cancelled while they were speaking when he had to go to the bathroom and was happy to be pissing standing up for the first time in weeks because of being caged. When he came back Dad was finishing up a phone call. "I just cancelled your cellphone account," he told me. Wow. Smart thinking. Fortunately it was a Saturday and Monday was a holiday, so he wouldn't have to deal with school for a few days.
After falling asleep on Dad's bed together, still in our clothes, we stayed that way for several hours. I woke up first and yuck, I felt so gross. I went to my bathroom, shed my stinky clothes, and got under the shower scrubbing vigorously. Damn, I realized, I've probably still got some of Tyler's piss on me. Gross! I took a very long shower. Dad knocked to ask if I was okay. I said okay but he came in a few minutes later, worried. Fuck! He sees my naked, all shaved like a little boy, bruises and welts on my ass and legs, but doesn't react, doesn't freak, just picks up a towel and wraps it around me, carefully not to put any pressure on my backside. "would you like some breakfast?" he asks. "You can even put some clothes on and sit at the table with me." What? fucking WHAT??????? He knows about this stuff. Shit. Warren! Sure. He probably got lots of info from Warren, although he doesn't know much about Tyler, about that I had started staying with him most of the time, and he saw the evidence on my body. Damn. And what he said to me about wearing clothes and sitting at the table? Wasn't that some kind of dig? Or just a signal that he knew more than I thought he knew. But shit! The worst thing of all is that he knows that I really got my ass whipped hard just a while ago. Damn. I escape to Dad's and find out that I'm still being humiliated because he knows a lot of what I was doing as a sub. And he saw me naked! Uncaged. Marked up. Shaved. Oh. my. God.
I think I was blushing all through breakfast and for some reason always on the verge of bursting out laughing. "What's so funny?" Dad asks. "That when you saw me naked you also saw me as some guy's sub who had just got its ass whipped, and you're still calm and cool." And now I really did start laughing. And so did he.
"Listen, pup (!!!), when you were born and I held you in my arms I made a vow to you that I would accept and love you no matter where your life would take you so that you would always know you could come to me when you've made a bunch of terrible decisions and needed to be safe for a while."
There's that word again: safe. How did I ever end up as the son of a man who was able to love the way he has always and still does love me? And he isn't lecturing me at all. He just seems curious. For example, here are a couple things:
"--Do I always get beaten so severely? Is that something I believe I need?" The answer to that was easy. Definitely no! That was over-the-top brutal and I just laid there and took it because I wanted him to possess me and take away my safe words. So I didn't safe word when he strapped me so bad.
"—From what Warren's seen of you at your club, you really like sucking cock. Being naked in public and sucking anyone's cock who wants your throat." Holy shit! He has a way with words. And yes, Dad, that's how God made me, and it's a way that I can get what I want but also give pleasure to the other guy and I am a sub for everyone in the club and must obey every man who wants me to serve him. And I met someone like that, dammit, and it went off the rails!
That prompted another question: "-what do you mean, it `went off the rails'?" I mean things just got too intense too quickly, trying to actually "break" me rather than "break me in." I mean, I'm still a kid, just barely legal. And sometimes the Dom is, too. The first guy was better for me but I got selfish and screwed it up and now I regret it. "—Did you learn anything from what happened?" Yes. I learned I'm a beginner and don't know the rules, so to speak, and right away I wanted something permanent and just assumed the other guy—his name is Bobby—thought the same way. I was completely wrong. And I kind of insulted him when I broke it off with him, too.
"—Do you think if you went and apologized to him he would beat you as badly as the other guy did?" No he wouldn't. He always knew when to stop. But he probably would have found a lot of other ways to punish me as well—that is, IF he would take me back. And oh shit! I was supposed to be with him. He was coming to the house to get me but I was gone by the time he got there. That makes it even worse!
"---were there other times that guy you were with last did anything to push you just to the breaking point or even beyond you when he thrashed you? if so, how did you handle it?" Yes, dammit, there were times. The worst was when he made me get locked in a cage he'd bought and I freaked and he managed to deal with me in a way that led to me surrendering to him and getting locked up for the night. And the piss thing too. always pushing me farther than I wanted to go and I let him because that's what he wanted from me as his slave. And the last straw: what he told me as he went out the door, about Bobby.
"—so what are you going to do now? Any ideas?
Yes. Drop out of school and disappear somewhere. Or just go to school as usual and deal with what comes when it comes without worrying about it before hand. Or ...oh, I don't know.
"—May I make a suggestion now, and it's perfectly fine if you don't like it?" Sure.
"—You might be able to have it both ways. If you start in school again on Tuesday and it works out, well then that's fine. But if it doesn't work out, you would still be able to drop out and go off line for a while, and I actually know a place where you might do well and have a lot of fun as well." I'm intrigued by what you just said. Would you tell me more about this place you were thinking about?
"I know of a place in the Midwest, a kind of commune this fellow runs kind of as a small farm and guys college age or a little older who need to drop out live there for as long as they need to. A mix of gay and straight and all sorts of different interests, and they work the farm together and everything's cool. I know about it because one of the interns in my area came from there. Spent two years there and then was ready to return to college. Said he goes back once in a while to visit the friends he has there."
"OMG, if I went there I'd want to end up becoming the commune slave in service to anyone gay or straight and subject to punishment. that's just the way my mind works these days. So that wouldn't work out. But I think that I'm gonna go to school Tuesday and take what comes. But I need a new cell phone, Dad."
"—maybe we just need to find some kind of commune, probably smaller, where you could be the slave." "Please do." Damn! Then I realized that Tyler was working it out so I'd become the slave of the Tribe. That's where it was heading. But again I have to say: too much, too soon." I gave Dad a hug but said I needed to be alone for a while. I went back to my place, lay on my bed, and just wept again. Dad is so good to me. He's really helping me thing of all sorts of things that I wasn't thinking about before. He's always been like that. This all hurts so much. I wish it would just go away. Or maybe I'm the one who has to go away. Like to that place Dad told me about. Hmmmmm I fell asleep. This is exhausting!
The bing! awoke me. Dad on the intercom. "I have to go out for a few hours. Warren is here and will be available if you need any thing or want to talk more. It's also okay if you just hide out and don't even say hi to him. He gets it."
"Thanks, Dad. I was sleeping. Maybe I'll see him later. Thanks for everything Dad. Sorry I'm such a mess."
"You're my mess, son. It's my job and my privilege." He hangs up.
I do end up going downstairs later, and went to make a pp&j sandwich and he was in the kitchen making a pot of coffee. I said hi and thanked him for hanging out here.
"My pleasure, boy. Word is already out about what's happened and naturally opinions are divided. Some think you did a wise and healthy thing. Others think you should be locked up for a few days and broken by the lash if necessary."
"And you, Warren? What do you think?"
"I see you as family. That's all I can say. But I have to tell you one thing: I find it very weird to see you in clothes. Despite everything that may have happened, wouldn't you feel more yourself if you were naked in my presence? Just an idea, kid. Do what you decide to do." Damn, he was right. Like he said, DESPITE it all, I should be naked. Damn, even my Dad saw me naked today, or yesterday, or whatever. So I went back to my room, took off my clothes and put them away, and then came back downstairs to the kitchen. Warren had finished making my sandwich for me. I thanked him and he looked me over. "Wow. That was quite a thrashing. You're starting to turn black and blue now."
"Yes. It will be a reminder for several more days."
"a reminder of what, boy?"
"A reminder that I should never let anyone press or try to pass my limits. It's gonna take a long time to trust anyone again." "Certainly understandable. You're so young but trying to be so grown up, boy. Stop it. Be a boy. Be a young twink sub who needs very gentle handling for now."
"Wow. That's so neat, Warren. Thank you."
"If I asked for something, would you make me a promise?"
"Depends on what I'm promising, Warren."
"Smart-ass! I'd like you to promise me that the next time you go to the club, you will call me to let me know so I can be there."
"oh, Warren, that's so nice. Sure. I'll promise you, Warren. But I doubt it will be very soon."
"Whatever it is, it is."
"Now you sound like a Roman orator!" We both laugh. I start singing "que sera, sera, » and Warren grabs a wooden spoon and starts chasing me around the island in the middle of the kitchen. It's all in fun. I know he won't hit me. AT least, I don't think he'd do, even though he made me get naked. No, wait! He didn't do that. I did it. I made myself get naked because that's the kind of sub I am. Usually naked, even if not collared or caged.
"Hey, Warren, thanks for getting me to strip. I feel so much better now." "I'm glad. You just have to face the fact that you are a sub and always will be a sub and you don t have to do it all at once. And dammit, kid! Don't fucking move in with anybody again."
I couldn't help myself and started laughing. He continues: `think of it this way: you are always a sub but a Dom only has you for the scene, then you go home. Now he has to wait to find out if you'll come back for more. It's completely our choice. But when you move in, then you no longer have that much of a choice. You're allowing him to claim you as his own." "That makes so much sense."
"Good. Now give me a reward," he says with a lascivious look on his face.
"...um...what kind of reward?"
"Let's say, half an hour at your nipples, your hands bound behind your back."
Damn. My cock starts to get hard. "Okay if you blindfold me, and in my bedroom."
"Deal."
"Will you want to cum?"
"No. Just the nipple work."
I bring him up to my room with the unmade bed and clothes on the floor. "Typical college freshman housekeeping, I see," he remarks. I go into my backpack and pull out a blindfold. I also have leather manacles and d-clips so we're all set.
I lay them on the bed and smile shyly at him. "Any clothespins?" "No. But here are my clamps."
Soon we're set. He's so cute. He even sets the alarm on his phone. 30 minutes. Then the blindfold. Then the manacles and I'm clipped. He has me get on the bed and kneels so we're about the same height. He runs his fingers very lightly over the tips of my nipples again and again never pressing and I'm beggin inside for him to grab them and really start working them but he, oh, so slow and subtle, and I'm experiencing an unbelievably powerful craving to hurt so much he gets to see me cry. Now he's softly toying with each one and slowly getting it trapped in his fingers, which start to pull them and squeeze them and roll them. It's beginning to hurt. I'm hard as a rock. The pain increases then he stops. Clamps. Fuck, it's been a while. Tyler never took much interest in my nipples. They're virgin for Warren and Warren's taking away my nipple-virginity because he keeps putting the clamps on then taking them off, over and over again and it gets so each time he puts them back on the pain level jumps up again until I'm moaning and whining and crying out and then he's whipping them with the end of one of my belts and I'm fighting to keep away from his belt (remember I'm blindfolded, so this is pathetic), and fuck, I start crying but still he keeps on whipping them.
Suddenly he stops. "I'm giving you two minutes free." My crying settles down a bit but I'm scared of the pain to come and it feels good to be scared like this but not terrified. When the two minutes are up, he puts the clamps back on and I scream out loud as he pulls on them, adding to the weight and this is when I cry the most and begin sobbing. Finally it all comes to an end, and I now I'll be aching for a long time to come and God, please don't reach for my nipple again tonight?
I'm still sobbing quietly when he takes the blindfold off me and runs his hands down my arm, then my back, then he toys a bit with my cock which is about to explode. "I'd like to see you cum," he says to me, and I manage to get out a "Yessir!" in the midst of my groans as he tortures my dick and then gets from me the biggest orgasm I have ever had, I think. This is the first time I've ever cum since these weeks I've been caged almost all the time. Holy shit! He catches most of it in his hands and keeps saying "that's a good boy," until it's all passed. Then he puts his hands to my mouth and orders me to lick them clean, and I started licking and eating up my own explosive load and I didn't even hesitate when he ordered me to lick—that's how trained I've gotten.
He unbinds me. "I'll leave you for now so you can recover, but once you're ready I'd like to speak to you about something," he says, and I answer, "Yes, Sir." How could I not say that after what he just did to me?
Another shower. Damn, the though of Tyler's piss on me won't leave me. Anyway, when I get back down stairs he offers me a beer. We sit inside facing once another, me still naked.
"I want to explain something to you in way of instruction. Is that okay?"
"Sure," I say, deliberately leaving off the "Sir"
"What is your usual posture when a man is instructing you about something? It would be good for you to get in that position."
I know exactly what that means, so I get to my knees between his legs and sit back on my heels, but sit up.
"Good boy. So anyway, I want to point something out to you. You were just worked over by an expert at nipple torture to your very breaking point, but were never degraded, and, in fact, received a wonderful sexual reward that is seldom given to slaves. Pain and pleasure. Not pain, and pain, and rest, and pain, and get sent away. And you were being treated like a true sub. There was never any doubt that you were the sub. But I didn't have to claim your entire life just so that I could have a nice scene like we both just had. That is what I wanted to point out to you. Give it some thought, please?"
"Oh my, Warren, I surely will. Wow. You have an amazing way of looking at things. Thanks so much."
The door opens and Dad comes in with his briefcase. He comes into the room we're in. I'm naked. I'm in a submissive posture in front of Warren. Dad is out of his mind, I swear. He comes right in and then sits on the couch right next to Warren and looks at my naked and kneeling. "Let me guess," says Dad. "Warren was just teaching you something about being a sub."
"Yes, Sir," I say to Dad. Damn! TO DAD!!!" I swear, this is the most humiliating day in my entire life so far, and it's been completely awesome in many ways. And now here I am naked, kneeling in front of a man my Dad's age who had just made me sob and also have the most powerful orgasm of my entire life, and then make me lick if from his hands. And now my Dad is sitting next to him watching me kneel there, seeing a sub expression on my face that he has never seen before.
"Well I'm sure that anything he had to say to you should be taken very seriously. It's become clear to me that I cannot leave you in the hands of young Doms. They're still learning themselves, although sometimes I know they act if they have superior knowledge because they're superior to you. It doesn't work that way. Now that I've witnessed for myself the consequences of the way they thought they were "training" you, and have had to pick up the pieces while you were going through the most terrible meltdown of your life. No, this won't do at all. Since you are so convinced that you must be a sub and have proven to me that such is the case, I've decided that I cannot leave you to your own devices. Older, wiser men are needed and I'm going to see to it that you learn from the best of them. You won't find these men in the playrooms and clubs, but you don't have to worry about that any longer. I'm stepping in, boy. You're still my boy and you are going to remain my boy until you are ready to make your own way in the world. Do you understand me, son? "Yes, Sir. Please help me. Please keep me safe."
"Of course, boy. I'll take care of your education. Let's say, perhaps, that you're going to be "home-schooled." It will begin in the morning. Give Warren a hug goodbye and then go to your suite. Take the clothes you left on the floor in the kitchen with you. Now that I've seen you naked and I'm getting used to the sight, there is no longer any reason for you to wear anything here from now on. If I have friends or colleagues over who might not be able to handle it, I'll keep you locked in your quarters."
My head is spinning, I feel like I'm being treated like a little boy again, and you know what? That's just fine. Warren helps me to my feet and I give him a nice tight hug even though it makes my nipples hurt again. I give my Dad a kiss on the cheek and say "Good night, Sir. I'm glad you're my Dad," and go pick up my things and head upstairs. I have no idea what's going to happen and it's s till very embarrassing being naked in front of my father, but it's what he wants so that's the way it's going to be. I wish I could have been as obedient to him when I was a teenager, but then I realize that I'm still a teenager after all, and my Dad's in charge. I would sleep well that night because now I have nothing to be afraid of.
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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
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