Chapter 24.
When I came down for breakfast the next morning, Dad looked me over and said that whatever the Professor had done, most of the marks on my body were just about gone. Even my black and blue behind was looking better. Dad chuckled, "Better living through chemistry," and even I had a bit of a laugh, but for some reason I was unsettled, and still resentful that my father insisted that I remain naked and exposed to his view and inspection.
You know, I was beginning to wonder if maybe Dad had a taste for boy twinks himself. That scared the shit out of me, but once again I felt so helpless. I've read plenty of stories of boys molested by their Dads or stepdads. I hope I wasn't going to become one of them.
Dad had instructed me to remain standing in the kitchen until my ass clears up, so I sipped my coffee leaning up against the counter while Dad sat facing me at the table. The questions began again.
"—have you managed to wrap your mind around what the professor was telling you yesterday, son?'') "Yes, Dad. He really helped me understand why I had to escape from what the Tribe was doing with me."
"—then can you explain why you look uneasy this morning?—" I'm afraid you're going to begin using me as your own sex slave like we read about sometimes in porn stories"
"—I was waiting for that to begin to worry you. I'm sure it's obvious to you that I have all the makings of a good Dominant. However my interest lies in other directions so you have nothing to fear. Nonetheless, as I explained yesterday, as I see you naked and shaved down to bare skin with your little dick locked in chastity, it's easy for me to see you as the slave you need to be. Yes, you're my son and I love you. Yes, you are also a slave and should never be coddled too much but frequently reminded of your place in the hierarchy in this house and everywhere else. You're no longer an ordinary college boy, pup.—" "Yes, Sir. thank you for dealing with that fear I had. I'm sorry for thinking that way about you." "—It was perfectly rational for you to begin to wonder if your Dad would take you for himself, everything considered. There is nothing to apologize for. Tell me now, boy, what did you think of the Professor?—" "He's a brilliant man, Sir, and he's already begun to have a good effect on Bobby. It really helps me feel safer with him and gives me hope that the same problems won't happen again."
Neither of us speaks for a while. Then I take a deep breath and take a chance:
"Dad, you said I am still your son and that you love me. If that's true, isn't there any possibility that I could look like your son? That I could wear jeans and a t-shirt the way I always did as I was growing up?
Please, Dad, could that still be possible?"
I surprise him by what I just said. He closes his eyes and thinks for a while.
"I have always admired the way your mind works. You raise something I haven't thought about lately. I'm going to have to give this some more thought. Let me speak with Bobby and the professor and see what they might have to say. In the meantime, you will continue to remain naked for me until I decide differently."
"Yes, Sir. Thank you for considering my request. It's just that I really feel like I need my Dad right now more than ever."
He give me a hug and then gently smacks my ass. "Why don't you go to your quarters. I'll make a couple calls. Unless you hear differently, things will remain as they are. Bobby, after all, is the one who's forbidden you to dress like an ordinary boy, so don't get your hopes up."
"Thank you, Dad," I say, and I leave to go upstairs. I almost said "Daddy," but that would have spoiled any chances I have to retain some small sign of any remaining dignity. Nonetheless, I remain hopeful. I work on a paper I have due and the time goes by quickly. I begin dozing off, but am awakened when the door to my room is opened and slammed shut and then Bobby is standing there, looking as awesome as always. Another man is with him but I don't know who it is. He's hooded and dressed in a leather vest, camo pants and black boots. He's holding a tawse in his hand. Quickly I fall to the ground and grovel before Bobby, trembling at the sight of the punishing leather the hooded superior is holding in his hand.
I hear a zipper opening and some fumbling. Bobby speaks gently to me. "Kneel up, child, and fix your eyes on the head of my cock." It is glistening, and a drop of precum is at its tip. Suddenly, the drop falls to the floor, followed by three others. "Clean up that mess, slave," the hooded man says in a stern voice. Using my hands I lower myself to the floor and begin licking up what has fallen from my Master's hard cock. "Obedience looks good on you, faggot. Resistance, however, is a stain on your submissiveness."
I keep my face to the floor even after I've licked up every trace of what's fallen from Bobby's cock, not sure what to do or what to say. Suddenly Bobby speaks to the hooded man, who I begin to call the Disciplinarian in my mind. "I have no desire to turn this boy into a mindless automaton programmed to obey without question. I find its ability to think quite adorable, provided it always expresses its thought with proper humility when given permission to speak its mind. The sub is clever, sometimes too clever for its own good, of course. And yet, its appeal to its father was based on its father's own words. "You are my son and I love you."
Bobby continues, and his cock continues to drip precum onto the floor. I continue to keep my face to the ground and my tongue licking up what comes from my Master's dick, grateful for the chance to taste what comes from his body. "Some boys are molested by their fathers as we well know. The fact that my slave has begun to fear that concerns me. It's had more than enough reason to be fearful over the past several months, and I don't want it to have anything to fear now. Because of that, I've decided that this slave will no longer be naked in front of its Dad. Now kneel up, boy. Show your gratitude to my cock."
Oh, what joy! This is the first time I've been allowed to have Bobby's cock in my mouth once again and I gladly begin to worship it, first by cleaning its piss slit and then by taking the crown of his dick into my mouth once again and using my tongue to give him as much pleasure as I can. "Take it all, bitch," he says to me in a commanding voice and I swallow it all even though it causes me to gag. "Hold it there and let me hear you gagging on your Master's cock," he orders, and I hold the tip of his cock right as it toys with my gag reflex. I begin to choke and he says, "Good slave. Choke on my meat." Just as I'm about to vomit, he backs off. "Fuck your mouth on my cock, slave, but no more gagging. Work at it like the hungry faggot you are. Milk your Master, boy."
Every word he speaks fills me with desire and joy and waves of feeling flow through my body until at last he cums into my mouth as I continue to milk him dry. "Swallow me, slave," he says, and I gulp down what he's spilled into my mouth, wondering it this will be the end of it or if he's going to want me to take his piss as well. All of a sudden I realize that I want to be able to do this for him. I want to become his urinal. What I originally dreaded so terribly is now turning to desperate desire. I want to—no, I NEED to serve him this way, knowing full well that he sees this as the more decisive way of completely degrading me. I ran from it before; now I plead in my mind that he will begin to use me this way. But no. He withdraws himself from my mouth.
"Now that I know you're ready for me to break you like this, I want it to happen in the midst of a cloud of witnesses. I want you to be seen as my urinal. I want others to know what you have willingly become as the ultimate sign of your surrender to me. I want others to hear you gulp me down." Bobby puts his cock back into his pants. I hug him and hold my face against his jeans, wanting him so desperately.
"Henceforth you will wear a pair of soiled jeans and a button-down flannel shirt with the first three buttons undone. You will be dressed as his beloved son. However, you will bear a continual reminder that you are also a slave—my slave and no one else's. The shirt you will wear to cover your body from your Dad will also cover the evidence of a severe whipping. I want the pain to remind you what you are, not in your father's sight, but in my sight. Put your head between my legs so I can hold you fast. Wrap your arms around my legs and do not let go no matter how much the whipping my companion will give you may hurt. You are my slave. I am going to have you be whipped. Now."
Immediately the tawse is laid across my shoulders. I hold on and cry out as the lashes continue to rain down on my flesh igniting the fires of my degradation. Lash after lash from the tawse and it hurts so terribly. I cry and scream and sob as Bobby's friend teaches me that Bobby intends to make sure I am completely enslaved and disciplined for no other reason than he wants this to happen to me. Not once do I beg for mercy. Not once do I cry out for it to stop. Not once do I think of using a safe word to stop what Bobby is having done to me.
Finally the beating ceases and yet Bobby holds my head between his legs, surveying the way my back has been engraved with his name, so to speak. Finally, he opens his legs and orders me to kneel up with my hands in the air. I cannot stop sobbing. I want to thank him but I'm incapable of uttering any words. My sobs and tears must be my way of showing gratitude. I understand that in this new life of mine, Bobby will have me beaten severely to show me he owns me completely. I have become his whipping boy. Some day soon I will become his urinal and superior men will look upon my wounded welted body and realize that Bobby has total control over me.
As my sobs subside, Bobby and his friend dress me in the flannel shirt I'm to wear as my father's son, the shirt which will hide the evidence that I am a slave as well as a son. Bobby orders me to stand and to keep my hands at my sides. He takes two small clamps and reaches inside my shirt to fasten then to my nipples. "Look into my eyes and drink," he orders, and the pain in my nipples is as severe as the pain in my back. He orders me to put on my jeans. The man who whipped me holds them so I can put my legs into them. Bobby pulls them up and fastens them for me. My eyes are red. My face is blotchy and covered in tears and snot. Bobby takes a picture before he takes a rag from his back pocket to clean off my face. "Go downstairs and show your father that his beloved son is owned by a Master. Son and slave you are. Son and slave you always will be." He opens the door and I painfully make my way downstairs, alone. I do not see Bobby for the rest of the day.
Dad is in his office. I go to him. He looks at me and smiles. "You got what you wanted. I will no longer see you naked. But I will see that although you are my son and I love you, you are a slave owned by another man, and he is the one who determines how to train you and break you in. I believe he's the one who can give you what you need, son."
"Yes, Sir," I say, still not in total control of my voice because the pain is so great.
"Why don't you be a good boy and go make your bed and clean your room? Meanwhile, I'll prepare something nice for us to eat together, son." I go back to my room to do what Dad asked me to do. Every move I make causes the pain to shoot through my body. When I get to my room I see a note from Bobby. "You can take off the clamps, boy." And I am grateful. It also feels good to be naked once again in the privacy of my own room where only Bobby has access.
Please write me and let me know what you think of this new story.
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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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