Chapter 8
Sunday morning he takes me to brunch with his tribe—that's what they call themselves. He has me wear my jeans without underwear, just the cage, and a flannel shirt of his that has his name sewn in over the top right. So I wear a shirt with Bobby's name on it so his friends will know that I'm his. I get to meet all of them. Hank, of course, then Stan, Eddie (who I met before but hasn't had me yet), Tyler and Red. Just as he promised, I'm accepted as a member of the group and they all treat me pretty nicely.
Bobby has never used my name; he tells his friends to call me `pup'—simply that, and I realize that it makes good sense. I'm not into animal training, but it feels good to think of myself as Bobby's pup, because one of the things I like doing the most is giving Bobby appreciative winks. As of yet, I haven't had to eat from a bowl on the floor but I don't think I'll be surprised if it eventually happens. Interesting guys, each with a different career, all of whom are quite well off, well dressed, all of whom are Doms and Tops and as rugged looking as Bobby if not more. Right away they get into a heated discussion over local politics.
Apparently these guys are well known and have some political clout although I have trouble following it all. After all, for the past couple days I haven't be exposed to much conversation other than Bobby giving me orders and commands.
The food is great. Bobby orders and then points to me and tells the waiter "he'll have the same." We all have Bloody Mary's and it's the first alcohol that I've tasted in a while. I usually don't drink much myself. I feel the alcohol getting to me pretty quickly and Bobby notices it. He brings it to the other guys' attention. "I think pup is being defeated by that Bloody Mary. Probably should have ordered it a "Virgin Mary'" he says, and the other guys chuckle. Stan asks me if I drink much; I tell him only rarely. Apparently none of them are heavy drinkers. No one has a second drink. Coffee seems to be the most popular thing. Tyler asks me what I'm studying in school. "Undecided yet," I answer. "I'm sure Bobby will be able to help you make those decisions. You really don't have to do so until the middle of second semester." Tyler works as an administrator in the same school we attend. He's a bit older than us, but certainly doesn't look it. I do notice, however, that he has a sophisticated way of talking. Although I'm enjoying my time with them, I have a sense of foreboding because Bobby hasn't laid a hand on me so far today, and I'm sure that a more than adequate "warmup" will be on the agenda later in the day. Damn, these guys are hot. Nice, too. At least in this social setting. Little would I have imagined what would happen after the brunch. Everyone comes back to Bobby's place so I figure I'm spared for a while longer. Nonetheless, as soon as I walk into the house Bobby orders me to strip. I'm surprised he said so, but then again I know that each of these studs is going to have his chance at me. But Bobby has a bit more than that planned for this part of the day. As soon as I'm naked, the dynamic immediately changes. Now I'm truly a pup, and a toy for them to play with. The three guys that have never seen me naked before check me out with hands and fingers and I get a few slaps along the way. It's clear now that `pup' is no longer a regular member of the group. Meanwhile, since Hank is the only one who had me so far, the other four draw straws to see who will get a crack at me today. Turns out it's going to be Tyler. I realize now that Bobby has already assumed I would not object to serving any one of them. It's no longer an issue, I guess. And that's just fine. Suddenly, things get surprisingly nasty. Bobby goes inside and comes back with another leather strap. Time for a warmup, I guess.
"As a way of officially welcoming you into the tribe, pup, I've decided that I'm going to thrash you with everyone looking on. Your first public whipping. Just a warmup, actually." But wait! Before he told me that no one would ever see him beat me. I guess he changed his mind. I have noticed, however, that each time he wants to beat me the method and level of pain increase. I'm almost crying already simply from the humiliation of being the only naked boy in the room and that they're all going to watch Bobby thrash me. He pulls over an ottoman and has me lie across it. Stan holds my hands and Red sits on the floor with one foot in his hand while Eddie take the other. I'm held down pretty tightly. Bobby tells the others that "pup is beginning to understand the nature of our relationship; in fact, just as I suspected, this is going to be good for the faggot." He starts in slowly just like before, but things quickly escalate and my ass is still sore from the spanking he gave me yesterday, so these lashes really hurt a lot. Before long I'm fighting against those who are holding me down and not only crying out but actually crying out loud. Bobby stops beating me sooner than I expected. At least I can be grateful for that. The guys holding down let go and leave me lying there in my shame and my tears. They all take seats and simply sit there and watch me cry like a baby and try to pull myself together. Bobby goes inside again and I tremble to think what's next. He comes out with a black slave collar. He kneels down and tells me to raise my head so he can wrap it around me. He fastens it and it's pretty tight. "Tyler likes a boy collared. It helps with the power differential," he explains to me. Of course, without him saying anything I'm most definitely feeling like a miserable slave. Thrashed in public for others' amusement, then collared, and when I stand Tyler comes and puts his hand around the back of my neck and leads me into the room I guess we're going to use. I notice that lube and a condom are already there along with a wet cloth for cleansing afterwards. Before we enter the room, Tyler changes his mind and pulls me into the bathroom. "Get down on the floor with your ass raised. I want to clean you out before I fuck you, boy." And damn, this is so much more humiliating than when I do it alone, but Tyler knows what he's doing and isn't the least bit shy about shoving the enema tube up my ass and filling me up. Three times. The first time he sits me on the throne he whips out his cock which is hard already and shoved it into my mouth at the same time that I'm expelling what he had pumped up my insides. It feels literally as if he's "fucking the shit out of me." I note that his cock is similar in size to Bobby's, so I know I can do a good job pleasing him once all this stuff is over with.
Finally cleansed and ready to be fucked, I'm led back into the bedroom. As we leave the bathroom for the bedroom I overhear the guys talking with Eddie asking when I'm going to be trained to crawl like a proper sub. I don't hear Bobby's answer because I'm soon shoved from the doorway onto the bed. Tyler shuts the door, kicks off his shoes and takes off his pants and underpants. "All fours," he commands. Once I'm in position, he stands at the side of the bed and, smacking my sore ass a few times, gets me where he wants me. He puts his hand on the back of my head and arranges me so he can shove his whole cock into my mouth. Once he's satisfied with the position, he says calmly, "Okay, boy, this is how we're going to proceed. I want you to do all the work. Basically, use your mouth and your tongue to jerk me off. Long slow strokes and maintain the same rhythm until I grab the back of your head and finish myself off. I want to see my cum in your mouth before you swallow so just open your mouth and show it to me. I'll tell you when you can swallow. I think it would be nice if you could learn to distinguish each of us by our taste. Then we can blindfold you and feed you cum and you can guess whose it is. That would be a fun game if Bobby will let us play with you that way. Tyler talks on all the time I'm working his cock with my mouth. "That's it, faggot. Bobby's done a good job. You're well on your way to becoming an excellent cocksucker, and I've always been aware that faggots like you suck better after a good thrashing." And with that, he grabs my head and fucks my mouth furiously until he shoots several times and I almost forget not to swallow. I pull back and hold my mouth open for him to see. "Very good, boy. You can swallow now." It takes two gulps for me to get it all down. Meanwhile, he tosses himself on the bed on his back. "Okay now, boy. lick me clean. Get my balls too because they got kind of sweaty from all that work." Amazing how much presence he has, speaking to me quietly and calmly, yet I know I'm being totally worked over and humiliated until I feel like I belong underneath his feet. It's only later that I realize he cleaned me out to fuck me but didn't fuck me after all. I wonder why? Oh well, I'll probably never get to know.
"Not bad, kid. I assume you're not being used as a urinal?"
"No, Sir."
"I don't rightfully know how Bobby deals with that issue. You can stay here for a bit. I'm going to take a piss. Then I'll come fetch you and bring you back to the others. A nice naked pup with a load of cum in his tummy." He comes back to get me and once again with his hand on the back of my neck, he brings me inside. "Bobby, you're to be commended," he says. "The boy is already becoming a good cocksucker. I'm looking forward to enjoying its progress under your guidance. I'll be leaving now. Give me a call if you need any advice about its future education."
Wait a minute. Wait one fucking minute! I'm simply not ready to have this guy controlling my entire life. Especially not when it comes to school. This crosses over a line as far as I'm concerned. Nevertheless, I decide not to get bent out of shape about it now. There will be time. I'll be back in the dorm tonight and maybe I'll be able to think more clearly when I'm not so drunk on Bobby's alpha energy.
I remain subdued for the rest of the day. Bobby takes off the cage. What a relief! "If I ever see you touching that cock you'll be sorry. I don't give a shit what you do when you're alone, at least for now. But damn, it's hot seeing you caged up like this. I'm already thinking to get you something you can wear permanently." I'm dying to stroke my cock after having the cage removed, but I don't dare touch myself. At least not when Bobby's around. That cock is "his," so to speak.
After I clean up from lunch I start on homework and Bobby does so as well, so the last few hours of the day are quiet and cerebral. Finally, once he's had enough he closes his book and piles them up on the end of the table. I put my stuff together as well and put it all back in my backpack. Bobby decides we'll stop for pizza for supper. He tells me to take my backpack with me when we leave the house. No explanation offered. We each eat a couple slices just standing at the counter, not talking, and it feels comfortable. And appropriate, I guess. After we leave there, I realize he's driving me to my Dad's. So that's why he wanted me to take my books. Shit. What the fuck is going on?
When we get back to my Dad's, Dad isn't home yet, so he comes in with me, has me strip, and smacks me around for a while then turns around and leaves and drives away after telling me that he'd give me a call the next time he wants me. I'm not sure if that's meant to humiliate me or was simply to honor the fact that I'm lost in my head and he doesn't want to interfere. All I know is that I'm alone here, nude, shaved, marked up, and having trouble understanding what just happened. When was it decided that I wasn't going to be living with him all the time, that he'd have me over when he wants me and the rest of the time didn't matter to him? Damn. I was thinking of us as a couple. Where did I get that idea? I'm just some twink he likes to bully and use sexually every once in a while. Wow. I have to admit that after he left I just threw myself on the bed and cried. I didn't even bother turning off the light. I fell asleep and woke up some time in the middle of the night and dragged myself across the room to turn out the light and then I fell upon the other bed because it was closer. Only a sheet. No blanket. Me naked with an ache in my gut. And my ass still throbs from that public thrashing.
I slept too late and had to rush like crazy. NO time to say hi to Dad who had gotten in very late, I guess. I managed to get through classes reasonably able to follow along and take notes, but I decided to skip my last class—history—right now I didn't want to be in the same room as him, and I deliberately left my phone at home so I couldn't have to answer any texts or emails or get any more abuse. Suddenly I realized that I was angry. Damn angry. I believed him when he told me he was training me for something, but if he was just giving me a quick tutorial on being his bdsm whore when it suited him? No. I don't want to become that type of person, as much as the whole scene turns me on. I had to find out more about who I am. It doesn't necessarily even have to have anything to do with sex. I'm gay. Fine. So what? Who else am I? And do you know what else I did? I went to the registrar's office and dropped the history course. Good timing. It was the last day of add-drop. I replaced it with another English course. Several of Pat Conroy's books were on the reading list, so I know it will be a good course. And now I could relate to The Prince of Tides. I've been sexually abused as well. By a master manipulator.
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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 Breaking me in—current
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