Chapter 46.
Two years have passed . . . . .
It's Saturday night. Bobby's decided that I'll get my weekly whipping at the Club so others can watch and hear my cries. I got a bad grade on a quiz this week, so I know I'm in for it.
He's worked it out that I get whipped every Saturday night, twenty lashes. Bobby selects the implement depending on my behavior during the week. One week I get it on the ass and the other week I get it on my back and then he alternates.
Bobby has always preferred having someone else give my weekly thrashing. He hasn't whipped me himself in well over a year now, and that's fine with me. He usually stands where I can see him watching my face when I'm being punished. And yes, I have to fall to my knees and blow the man who just whipped me after he's finished.
There are always reasons for a slave to be punished, Bobby has always said, and he takes it seriously. Tonight it's going to be the prison strap. He's really pissed that I almost failed the quiz because I wasted too much time and didn't finish the reading the quiz was based on. He has high standards: anything less than an A deserves punishment. I got a C+ on the quiz. Highly unusual for me to get such a low grade and I know I'll be feeling it all week after I get thrashed tonight.
Bobby has high standards and expects a lot from his slave. He has several other punishments he inflicts himself during the week when needed, depending on what I've done that's displeased him.
The punishments are things that I really don't like; otherwise they wouldn't be punishments. Here are a couple of his favorites: 1) Cold showers. Damn, I hate this. The worst was five minutes. 2) Gruel for supper in a bowl on the floor. I always have it for breakfast, but I no longer have to eat like a dog. Now I kneel back on my heels with my legs spread and I can pick up the bowl and eat with my fingers. He changed that last year when I had a bit of a temper tantrum over it. I got the cane for the tantrum, but Bobby also decided to make this change. But still on the floor.. It's good for attitude formation, he believes. 3) Naked houseboy service. He has a few friends he rents me out to and they know I'm there as punishment so they usually work me pretty hard. 4) This is one of the worst because it lasts for weeks and weeks: He has my head shaved at the club after my whipping. I have a nice head of hair and it really hurts for it all to be shaved off. It takes 2 – 3 months for it to grow back in, so this is a serious matter. 5) A nipple session with Uncle Warren. Bobby likes to work my nipples himself, but Uncle Warren is really into torture and I usually end up screaming when he gets to work me. Sometimes Bobby watches, sometimes he has Uncle Warren come over and do it when he's not home. And yes, now he's allowed to fuck me after he's done. 6) Extra weeks in chastity. I'm always caged. I'm allowed to cum once a month. Sometimes he adds to the time between orgasms. (He doesn't count anal orgasms) When I'm allowed to cum he's the one who jerks my little dick. I never get to touch it myself.
So anyway, those are the punishments that he sometimes inflicts on me during the week when he thinks it's deserved. But the weekly twenty lashes always happens, no matter what.
Oh, I should tell you that my dick has gotten really small because Bobby kept downsizing the cages. He says he doesn't want me to end up as a nub, but I know he might change his mind some day.
So as you can see, all these things are real punishments for me and they serve their purpose: to control my behavior or correct examples of bad attitude.
The good thing about those weekly whippings is that when it's over and I'm usually crying or sobbing (I've never outgrown that), Bobby is incredible at after-care. He holds me and kisses me and talks to me about how much he loves me and what a good boy I am, and he treats me like a little boy whose gone to his Daddy in tears. No, I never actually call him Daddy. He hates that. But he acts the part after I've been thrashed and reduced to tears.
I'll never forget the first time it happened. It was after a horrendous day when Gleason had me in the black room and managed to break my spirit for once and for all. By the time he was done with me I understood completely that I am a slave and have always meant to be a slave. He broke all of my resistance that weekend. I had freaked out and asserted my independence one time, claiming that I was no longer going to be anyone's slave. I had made Bobby take off my locked collar and I deserted him and tried to live on my own for a while. I claimed I was done with Bobby and with Tyler (more about him later), and even tried to go on a couple of vanilla dates (boring!) but eventually my masochistic nature had me back at the club.
It's a long story how it happened and how Gleason managed to convince me what I'd always been denying. You can go back and read it again if you want. It's back in chapter 43, which, remember, happened over two years ago. At the time I was so afraid that I'd completely ruined my chances with Bobby. But then after Gleason had fucked the daylights out of me and I ended up collapsed on the floor sobbing like a little boy, terrified at how I'd find a Master who could handle me, Bobby showed up at the door. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so very sorry," I kept crying. Then the wonderful thing happened.
I was so crushed and so embarrassed by the way I had behaved the I couldn't even dare look at Bobby and hid my face. Next thing I know, Bobby was on the floor with me. He put his hand on the back of my neck and coaxed me into his arms and he held me and told me he still loved me and that we would work everything out and he was taking me back as his slave. I was overcome with gratitude and sobbed all the harder, but this time from relief that the nightmare was over. (It was always a nightmare when I couldn't be with Bobby). So he stayed there on the floor with me and let me cry myself to sleep.
Hank came in and he and Bobby managed to get me up off the floor and into Bobby's car, still naked, and Bobby took me back to his place and that's where I've been ever since and since that time he's worked out a lot of things in my life and established protocols and restrictions that have worked out pretty well (even though I get pissy some times—and always pay the price eventually). I'll tell you a lot more about these things along the way. I've got to tell you: there have been a lot of changes, one bit at a time until Bobby's managed to define what my life is like as his slave.
I'll tell you one really good thing that happened, and it happened the day after he took me home that night when I broke down after Gleason worked me over:. He made me drink his piss, and while I was gulping it down he told me that from then on I would be his urinal and ONLY his urinal! No one else would ever piss in my mouth again. And he's stuck to it. How much I love him!
How much I love him! He is my life, my joy, my Disciplinarian, my Master, my Protector, my Owner, my Lover and my Best Friend and He's managed to bundle all these things up into one loveable way of life for me. Most of the time I call Him Bobby now; sometimes, when He's really getting me into subspace I still call Him Master, and when we're with others in the scene I always call Him Master (He'll punish me if I slip) so there's never any doubt in other's minds as to who He is and who I am.
Once I finally got acclimated to being caged it became a good thing for me because it accentuates the fact that I am not a free person and my life is very restricted. It's good for me to realize that there are times when I can't stretch out my legs and I can't wave my arms around in the air. It's good for me to experience my total powerlessness. Two of three times a week I'm shut into the cage at bedtime, although sometimes Bobby wakes me up in the wee hours of the morning and takes me out because He misses me snuggling up against him like an adoring puppy. Yes, now He calls me Puppy a lot of times. We don't do any dog-play, but still He sees me as His puppy and He finds me adorable that way. Sometimes He even likes to sit on the floor between His legs and toy with His feet while we watch puppy videos and by the time we get to the end of them I'm up on the couch with Him snuggling into Him just like a puppy and He loves it so much and so do I.
The collar came back on the night He brought me back home from the Club, and as time went by He chose another collar for me to wear, a heavy chain collar with a heavy lock on it. He likes me to feel the weight of it all. Sometimes He even brings me to the Club like that. My hands are also restricted a lot of times, chained to my collar with chains long enough so that I can do housework and also so I can still access my laptop.
I mentioned that I'm usually caged, but there are a lot of times when He takes it off me, especially when other Doms are around because He likes them to see how small my dick has gotten. A few of His friends keep urging Him to have it turned into a nub or what they call a "clit," but He's not really interested in that. He considers it a form of femininization, and He's dead set against. I'm a boy. His boy. Nothing feminine all about me. Not only that, but even though my dick is only about an inch soft, He's still able to stroke it to get me off when I've been a really good boy. Sometimes, however, He spends a good deal of time toying with it and edging me until I'm out of my mind, and then, just to remind me that He owns my dick, He'll lock me up again without giving me any relief! it's good for me to realize how much power He has over me, He says, and many nights I cry out of frustration when He locks me up in that cage again, but then He holds me and babies me and helps me to understand that slaves like me have no right to ever expect to be allowed to cum and one of the ways I please Him the most is by surrendering any right to orgasm to His control.
Sometimes He takes me to see Dad, who's managed to acquire a female slave for himself. I find it awkward because Dad insists on her being naked all the time and I'm not comfortable around that. About six months after he moved her in with him and our visits were not working out well, Bobby decided that I should be allowed one night a month out alone with Dad, and that's been working out well. Dad always treats me a nice dinner and that's a treat for me because Bobby only takes me to a diner sometimes where everyone knows him and every knows I'm his boy.
And needless to say, Bobby always decides what I'm allowed to eat. Sometimes if the diner isn't too busy, He gives me to one of the waiters for a while downstairs where their locker rooms are. Another awesome thing about being Bobby's slave is that He only gives me to men I find attractive. That's a big change from the way things were in the very beginning, not so much with Bobby but especially with Tyler, who often brought me to the Club so I could be a slut and service the old men and Daddies as a way of keeping me humble. Bobby saw me in action like that one time and He didn't like me being used that way, so when my ownership was permanently transferred from Tyler to Bobby, all of that came to an end.
Like I say, Bobby is very protective of me in ways that many other Doms aren't with their subs. He says He's trying to set a good example, but the truth of the matter is that He doesn't like that whole scene so it's not part of my life any longer. I must admit, that's a relief for me. Don't get me wrong, though: Bobby says slaves need to suck cock as much as possible; he likes to hear me gag and choke on cocks all the time.
He loves to order me to serve lots of guys that way and humiliate me when I'm on my knees or getting my face fucked with my head back against a wall. He calls me a worthless cocksucker or a cock-hungry faggot and says my mouth and tongue exist to give pleasure to men. Sometimes he "caresses" me with a light flogger while I'm doing it and always makes me swallow down guys' loads and sometimes even hold my mouth open so they can see their cum in my mouth, and of course clean up their cocks and piss slits when they're done, but He likes to decide who the lucky guys will be, and He always gives me to guys he knows I'll get off on servicing.
Bobby wants to make sure I get pleasure from being His faggot cocksucker. Damn, even the words turn me on. Bobby understands a lot more than most Doms and Masters that a good slave gets pleasure from being treated that way, and he makes sure I get masochistic pleasure from the way I'm being treated—even when I'm strapped down to a spanking bench and getting my weekly twenty lashes. He understands the way I'm made.
He gets a lot of pleasure when He sees me crying and sobbing under the lash but He also knows that it's good for someone like me. He knows that it does something to me deep inside when I end up sobbing, especially when the strap or whip or cane bites into my flesh a lot more than I think I can tolerate and I end up screaming for mercy. Even then, He's taught me that the greatest honor I can pay to Him is to avoid calling a safe word even when I'm about to panic from the amount of pain He makes me take. He's trained me well to break through my limits—not all the time, but on those occasion when He's decided that I deserve to be severely punished.
For me, I'm constantly in a state of arousal just knowing that He has the power to have me whipped that hard—not always, but on special occasions. And I always know that the whipping will eventually come to an end and after that, even on the worst nights of all, I always end up sobbing in His arms and I end up becoming His little boy and He makes sweet love to me, the sweetest and most tender love that I've ever experienced and that few slaves ever come to experience.
I serve as regular cocksucker for all the members of The Tribe and all of them get to fuck me with condoms. Bobby is my Master. Bobby is the only one who fucks me bareback. Like I keep saying, Bobby is very protective of me. Sometimes I must admit it drives me crazy how He sometimes goes overboard making sure of my health. He has two friends who are male nurses and He has them look me over almost every week, especially when the punishments have been most severe.
He controls my diet, of course, and even when He restricts me from everything except that mixture He calls gruel, He always makes sure I get proper nutrition and regular blood tests to makes sure things are all okay.
I guess you might be wondering how things are turning out with Tyler. Shortly before he came back from Denmark, Bobby had me lie on the couch with my head in His lap so He could gently let me know that Tyler took a slave when he was over there. The slave's name is Henrik. He's 22 years old and very cute—Bobby showed me his picture. It turns out that Bobby and Tyler were in touch with each other all year long and at one point Tyler realized that Bobby was far more capable of being the type of Master I really needed, so they "officially" decided that I would belong to Bobby permanently and Tyler would go about finding someone else to be his slave.
He first acquired Henrik at a mock "slave auction," for a weekend, and when the weekend was over Henrik begged him to keep him as his slave. Henrik served him faithfully for a little over three months and Tyler really tested the boy and explored and expanded his limits. When it came time for Tyler to come back to the States, Henrik begged him to bring him over here. And so that's what happened. Henrik gave up friends and family and career, was collared and given several body piercings (ugh!) as signs that he's an owned 24/7 slave. He even confessed to Tyler that he had fantasies about being branded some day and Tyler is considering it. Scary. I never realized just how far Tyler was willing to go, and I feel like I dodged a bullet. It never would have worked out for us in the long run.
Henrik speaks hardly any English and Tyler wants to keep it that way. Tyler has always been good at languages and his Danish is quite good. He likes the idea that his slave is kept as a "stranger in a strange land." In his mind, it's another form of humiliation and Tyler's into that, if you remember.
He also brags that he got Henrik by bidding for him at a slave auction. That's actually what did happen, but it was a mock slave auction for charity, not the real thing. Nonetheless, Tyler likes making guys think that's what happened over in Denmark. Henrik sleeps caged every night, and even in the cage he's further bound. The four of us get together from time to time and our Masters usually end up fucking us—Tyler fucks me and Bobby fucks Henrik.
Henrik is really cute, but I'm kind of turned off by all the body piercings, especially the ones on his face. Bobby says that some day He might have my nipples pierced but that's about all. Thank God. And yes, Tyler gives Henrik out as a common urinal for anyone. Bobby finally admitted to me that He's really fastidious about that and that's why He's only making me drink His piss. Like I said before, I'm happy things are this way.
And oh, one more thing: I really like it when Tyler fucks me with Bobby watching. It brings back good memories. I know I still love Tyler and Tyler loves me, but it is a lesser love than the one that flows between Bobby and me. The four of us make a neat little family from time to time. Henrik loves to go bowling and we do that sometimes. And he's a great ice skater. I'm no good at it, but Bobby and I like to go to the rink to watch him skate. Tyler told us that Henrik's piercings get really cold from being in the ice rink so he never skates there for too long. I'm glad because I hate being that cold. Bobby bundles me up like an Eskimo whenever we go there. Bobby likes to skate a little himself. He tried to teach me but I'm hopeless. I sit and watch and Bobby lets me have a hot chocolate, which is a rare treat.
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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)