Chapter 36.
. . . I'm sitting in the caff between classes, sipping on a cup of coffee, when this hot-looking guy wearing floppy clothes—what a waste—comes and sits down right next to me even though there are lots of empty seats right now. immediately I know what this is all about. "I know you do what you're told," he says—a rather interesting way to begin, don't you think?---"and I've got something I'm gonna tell you to do so I can get to know you better." Hmmm...rather intelligent. Creative. Fucking hot! I'd love to see what's under that old flannel shirt that's too big for him. "So can you do it right now?"
Oh fuck, I sure wish I could! But rules are rules. "I'd love to do that for you, young Sir, but you'll have to ask Bobby first."
"You shittin' me?"
"No. It's true. He's the one who decides who to give me to, if you know what I mean."
"Sure thing then. I want him to give you to me for a few hours some time soon."
"Honestly, Sir, I sure hope he does."
He gives me a funny salute and then walks away. And all of a sudden I realize something I never realized before: this makes the entire thing so much hotter for me. A deeper level of submission to him when I'm submitting to the one he just gave me to. My head's gonna explode.
Later that day, one of the guys I used to blow regularly comes over and motions for me to follow, but I tell him "There's a new rule. You have to get Bobby's approval first. He's decided to take control of things. He picks who I blow."
"Shit!" he says. "What should I do? How should I act?"
"Just act yourself. Tell him how much I like your cock, something to let him know that you've used me before."
He makes a face but pats me on the back as he walks away. Not much longer after that, I get a text. "You'll be busy tonight after 7." Wow. What a turn-on! Not only has he made plans for me to service someone, but he tells me about it in a way that makes me feel like some menial employee. I wonder who it is.
Meanwhile, Flannel Guy is talking to Bobby. They were just in the same class. Bobby asks Flannel Guy, whose name turns out to be Patrick, why he dresses the way he does.
"I don't want to advertise with my body. And this way I choose who gets to see it."
"And how do you make your choice? What matters the most?"
"just how much he wants or needs to be a slave. I like to weed out the phonies. Saves a lot of time," is his answer. "And if all some fag wants is to have a look, there's always some price to pay."
Bobby smiles at his new friend Patrick. "You can have mine tonight after 7. I'll make sure the faggot is in the right frame of mind."
"You can do that, Bobby? I'm impressed."
Bobby just smiles at him. They bump fists and then walk away from each other.
. . . that evening about 6:
Bobby's been especially affectionate since he got home, making out for a good long time, toying with my body. Then he runs his hands all over my body. "You're suck a hot little cocksucker," he says to me as he pushes down on my shoulders, making me kneel. I rub my forehead on the front of his pants but he stops me. He takes out his perfect penis and puts it right into my mouth and right away starts pissing down my throat.
My head space flips and I realize that he wants me hungry for a Master's touch. As soon as he's finished and I've cleaned him off, I fall to the ground and start kissing his feet. "Have at it," he says. "Show me how much you need to be my slave."
And so I worship him wishing I could go even lower while I'm adding the taste of his feet to the taste of his piss that's still in my mouth. I tell him this. He smiles and orders me to follow him. I crawl after him into the "game room."
He takes a chain and clips it to my collar and then to one of the walls. I can just barely move about. Then he also clips the manacles on my wrists to my collar as well. Now I am helpless. "Don't forget that I'll be observing everything that happens. If I have any concern, I'll stop the action. Otherwise, just assume that I consent to everything he does to you. Do you understand me, boy?"
"Yes, Master. thank you for keeping your slave safe."
I hear someone approaching and then a little conversation with Bobby and then Bobby brings him into the game room. "The faggot slave is all yours. Have a it, dude," says Bobby as he walks out of the room. I dare to look up to see who it might be.
(This would be a good way to end the chapter, but I'm not going to do that. I won't keep you waiting._
. . . . .
It's Patrick !!!!!!!!!
"Let me see how low you are," he says as he walks over to me. I struggle to grovel before him but the damn chain doesn't let me do anything. I just collapse in front of Patrick, with the chain forcing me to keep my head and hands up.
"Lower," he says. What can I do? All of a sudden I have a burst of wicked insight. I know what to do. I'll just piss myself. I only get out a little bit when he stops me.
"That was fucking uncalled for. I'm going to release the chain from the wall and I want to see you down there licking up the mess you got on the floor." Holy shit. he really means business. I do what I was told to do, obedient as always. While I'm licking up my own piss from the floor, Patrick strips off his clothing.
"Sufficient," he says. "kneel up and look." Holy shit, is he hot! His body looks like it was sculptured, like he's a magnificent work of art. I tells me has over a thousand followers on Instagram and he's in the process of setting up an OnlyFans so he can start earning money with his hot bod. I'm not allowed either on Insta or OF, but I don't need to be. I'm right here, kneeling before perfection and free to gaze on it as much as I want.
Patrick gives another order: "Feet." Gee, I'm not even worthy enough to be commanded with several words. Anyway, I get to his feet and his big toes are massive. I make just one of them my target for licking and sucking, It is heavily calloused, too. I'd rather have the softer, prettier kind, but I'm a slave so I serve those feet as if they were the most delicious things I've ever tasted.
The next command is longer: "between the toes," he says, getting me right away to the most humiliating thing about servicing a man's feet, and I get to work on that, which is also difficult because of the size of his toes. So hard to get "all the way in there," but I do my best. It gets really tiring because he makes me lick between all his toes. Finally he stops me.
"Insufficient." He unclips everyting. "Five lashes. Stand up, bend over, hands on knees."
He takes off his belt. It looks pretty heavy. WHAM! It is heavy and that hurt a lot. What's even worse is that he just keeps hitting around the same spot which makes the pain multiply with each lash. By the time we get to 5, there are tears in my eyes and I'm on the verge of crying. Already.
"Go back and try again. Between the toes. Seven lashes next time if I'm not pleased with your service."
Holy fucking hell! Master Patrick gives real punishment to slaves who don't measure up. Never felt more like a slave than I do now. So again I struggle to get inside the gaps between his big toes. Finally I realize that I can use my hands to hold the toes apart, making it easier for me to have access. After I did it four times he told me to stop.
"Good ingenuity, slave. Now stand up and get my armpits. Eat all the stink out of them, faggot." And he pulls the chain up to force me to raise my head and hands. This is a lot easier to do. His pits don't really smell all that much. Besides, they're shaved short. It's a nice sensation to bury my lips in them. Once that is done he pulls the chain so that my head is right up next to his. "Open that filthy mouth," he commands, and then spits right into my mouth several times and then knees me in the balls but I have to stand up straight because he's pulling the chain which has actually become more of a leash now.
"Spread those legs, slave. Give me better access to your puny balls." I adjust and the kneeing starts again and all I can do it take it and cry out from the pain until he decides I've had enough. "I'm getting off on the sounds you make, slave," he tells me. He lets go of the chain before the last blow so this last time I'm able to bend over wishing I could hold my aching stomach, and actually end up crumbling to the floor. He walks away for a bit and then comes back swinging the rawhide whip and letting it catch me in the ass crack and again right over my hole. I scream out and do my best to dodge the lashes of the whip. He doesn't care where it lands. He just wants to see this slave writhing, trying to get away from his lash. "Man, you look so fucking hot scampering away like a scared pup!" he tells me while he takes a break.
"Get up here on my cock, faggot. Show me a faggot's hunger for dick." His is nice. A little longer but thinner than Master's. Nice crown and I try to do my magic on the crown the way I usually do but he is displeased and pushes me away roughly. I fall back since my hands are still bound to my collar. "I didn't fucking order you to toy with the end of my dick. I ordered you to suck. Ten lashes." With that he pulls me by the chain to the center of the room and pulls one down from the ceiling and connects the two. Then he clips my collar to a chain raises the chain in the ceiling until my head and hands are held high. This is kind of an in-air whipping post, at least that's what it feels like.
He finds a flogger he likes among the implements in the game room. He lashes me front and back, having easy access to all of me. It's not the most painful of the floggers, but the accumulation of everything, and the flogger whipping parts of me that were whipped by that rawhide whip when he was going to town on me, my screams turn to awful crying and sobbing. Once he even lashes the flogger on my cock and balls and that elicited the loudest screams of all.
Once he's finished, he lowers the chain just a bit then comes over and looks at my face all bloated and distorted and covered with tears and snot. He spits at me a couple more times. "Now you look good. Now you look like a naughty slave should look. Humiliated. Beaten. Naked. Tears and snot-faced. If you were mine, you'd be like this every day."
And I thank God that I'm not his. Such a gorgeous guy, too. Emotionally bankrupt, unfortunately. But it sure was a wild scene that I'll never forget. And I wouldn't object to being subject to him again. Just to enjoy seeing his hot body all naked and hard, waiting for a slave's mouth. God, I'm such a faggot!
He leaves me there just as I am. Does nothing to clean me up. No aftercare, but I'm not surprised. Bobby comes into my room and actually THANKS Patrick for administering corporal punishment so decisively. He exchanges contact information with the guy and tells him he'll call the next time the slave needs to be punished. "I have three other boys who I punish for bad grades when needed. You might want to keep that in mind as well."
"Sounds good, but this slave is a straight-A student, so there won't be much need."
"In that case, just give a call if any individual piece of work receives less than an A; let's say, 5 lashes for A-, seven for B+, ten for B or B-, fifteen for lower than B. One of my regular boys is also an A student, but there are slips which need to be corrected. Overall good discipline. Also, I'm completely happy to administer punishment with no sexual payoff. The cries of whipped boys are all the turn-on I need."
"Interesting. I'll keep that in mind, Patrick. I'm sure you'll be hearing from me again sometime soon," Master says as he walks Patrick out of the house.
Bobby comes back with a warm wet cloth to take care of my face. Then he unclips my hands and the chain attached to my collar and holds me in his arms while I cry into his neck and shoulder. It's all fine for him. He knows it's all fine for me, although I'm going to need some TLC for the next few days after this. Thank God Bobby's good at this, especially when it's someone else who worked me over. And he always tells me what a good boy I was.
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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)