Chapter Ten
The dinner was with four of the members of the Board of Directors of a militant LGBT Organization that is having great success beating back red state demagogues. Gabriel was considering making a substantial donation to one organization; he hasn't yet decided which one, and these people we were dining with represented the one at the top of his list.
The purpose of this meeting was for them to explain how they would make use of the gift, so it wasn't just an ordinary relaxing social occasion. The directors were obviously on their best behavior, and so was I, because this was the first time he's ever taken me out to eat. He said nothing about our relationship, so they assumed that Gabriel and I were a couple, not Master and slave.
Gabriel laid it on thick and, as was his forte, very slowly and gradually augmented the way he was dealing with me, even to threatening to take out to the car for some "conditioning." The others were a bit uncomfortable, especially when Gabriel started calling me "boy." Finally he had had enough and ordered me to leave them all at the table and go to the car to wait for him. I knew exactly what was going to happen. Him sending me away was a signal he was about to lay into them all.
As soon as I was gone, he turned to the men and said, "Throughout this meal I've gotten more and more abusive towards the boy you assumed was my partner. None of you showed any kind of reaction, even a slight one. I figured that at least one of you would have been concerned about the way I was treating the boy. At least you could have just reacted honestly--if not with concern, then perhaps with curiosity about the nature of our relationship and why I'd been training the boy the way I was. But what did I get from you all? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. You just sat here as if it was nothing out of the ordinary and not even worthy of any kind of reaction. Rather than showing me who you were, instead you were carefully portraying the type of people you assumed I would want to be associated with."
"Well, gentlemen, you blew it. I'm going to invest my money with naturally honest people who genuinely want to help their brothers and sisters to thrive. I'd already settled the check for this meal. Good evening, gentlemen." And with that, he got up from the table and left the restaurant.
And so, can you see the quality of the mind and sense of ethics of this man I'm happy to call my Master?
. . .
On the way home from the restaurant, Gabriel keeps chuckling over something. I figure it's just the satisfaction he got from telling them off. But no, it was more than that. "So tell me, sport: When you're speaking to me or to another Dom, are you always trying to figure out what they want you to say, or do you simply speak honestly and damn the consequences if you happen to disappoint or offend a Dom or Master?"
I have to think about that a bit. Then I realize: I'm simply figuring out what my honest reaction to what he said is. I'm not trying to figure out which answer would please him the most. That makes it easy to answer his question. "No, Sir. I just sat here to think of how I can answer your question. I wasn't thinking at all about what you want me to say. So I guess that's my answer."
"It's a good one, sport. A good one. I've told you that I want my slave to be naked, inside and out. If I ever catch you covering up or hiding something, I'll turn you over to the most intense disciplinarian I know. I wouldn't punish you myself because I wouldn't be able to trust myself to know I've gotten my point across. My judgment would be skewed by how angry I'd be at what you had done by hiding something from me. Keep that in mind, slaveboy, keep it all in mind."
"Do you want me to strip now, Master?" I ask.
"No. The clothes you're wearing deserve to be treated more carefully. When we get home you're to put each item away carefully as you take it off. The briefs and socks can go in the laundry. And while you're with me for any expendable amount of time beyond a few hours, I expect you to ask permission for every single thing you want or need to do. I want to take away all your agency. Every move you make is subject to my will."
"Yes, Sir." And that's what I do when we get home. Once I'm naked, I ask Master for permission to use the bathroom, assuming that's one of the things I have to ask for.
"let's go there now. Do you have to take a dump or just piss?"
"Just piss, Sir."
"Fine. So let me teach you how to piss. Get in the tub and squat facing the drain. Two feet down, nothing else touching. Deep squat so that your cage is hanging over the floor of the shower. Then hold that position."
Wow. As I'm squatting in the tub, I suspect the day will come when he makes me do this outdoors as well. It's just too cool tonight, I guess. So anyway, I'm squatting there and it's getting somewhat uncomfortable.
Finally, he says, "You can piss when I start pissing. I want you to imagine that my piss is entering you then flowing right through you and out the bottom of your cage."
He takes out his dick and I get hit right in the face with his strong stream. Fortunately I closed my eyes before his piss hits me. Then he lowers his aim so that I get covered all down the front of my body until at last he's pissing right into my cage and what he said comes true: I feel like I'm pissing out his piss from my little dick. Fuck! Did I just call it "my little dick?" I did. Damn. Guess I've been hearing it so often that I'm beginning to realize that's a it is, a little dick, cramped there in its cage and losing the ability to get hard any longer. Wow.
This is so fucking hot, the reality of it all, that I am the type of boy that ordinary men piss on whenever they want. I'm the type of boy that gets marked by a Dom's piss to help me remember how inferior I am to real men. And now, as his piss is dripping off me and I'm feeling my own release, I'm wondering what will happen next. He wasn't interested in making me drink any (thank God) but I know damn well that if he wanted that to happen I would take it because I'm his slave and have no will to refuse him anything.
Anyway, I get off easy this time. "Warm shower, lots of soap," he tells me, then walks away to get his phone. He makes a video of me showering off his piss and even gives some instructions as to what to wash when and how and, just like the last time, he makes me bend over and show him my crack then he orders me to soap up my hand then stick a couple fingers up my ass to see if they come out dirty. They do. Fuck! What now?
"You need to clean yourself out, sport. You told me it's happened to you before, so you know how to do it to yourself. I'm not a fucking nursemaid, boy; I'm your Master. I don't have to be involved in messy stuff like that. You take care of it. It's part of what you do to make yourself ready and worthy of my attention. Take your time, sport. I understand this is the first time so you'll be awkward at it. Keep filling yourself up until the water that runs out of you is clear." Then he spreads two large towels on the floor of the bathroom.
"Here. This way you can get out of the tub and fill yourself up. You can clean up in here later on after I'm finished fucking you. Oh, and by the way, I'm leaving something here for you to lube up and shove up your ass before you come crawling out to me. Tonight's the night I'm claiming you. All of you, faggot."
Oh, I've been fucked before, a few times during freshman year when I'd been so hung up on this young TA who I had a crush on. I guess I'm not good at hiding my feelings because he picked up on it all right away. As it turned out, he was gay himself and a top. To cut a long story short, things finally got to the point where he convinced me to let him "open me up" and "teach me to like it." Damn, he was good! In fact, I liked it too much, and he took advantage of it. As for me, I gave in the first time mainly because I wanted to see how he'd look at me in class once he's had me that way.
So like I said, he was good at it. Took his time and talked hot to me all the time about what a sweet boy I was and how happy he was that I was willing to give myself to him this way and blah, blah, blah, while all I could think about was how someday I would probably end up being used by a group of guys at some kind of hot party where they knew I was a slut---or maybe someone's slave, because I was already beginning to think that way. So he made it good, and I wasn't scared off by the way it hurt the first couple times because soon it was all nothing but pleasure for me as well as for him.
Unfortunately, he only had a one year contract. He left in May and in a way I was relieved. In the end that was all that would happen. I'd get to his place, strip, then lie over the pillows he had already set up in the middle of his bed. He'd come in, talk hot to me for a while as his fingers got me ready for him, then do the deed, sometimes lovingly other times very rough. He'd shoot his load in me then pull out and roll over right away. I had started taking the initiative in getting him cleaned up. I'd go get a warm washcloth and take care of him before I even took care of myself. He didn't make me to do this, it was just something I decided to do so I could fantasize about being his slave. After I'd take care of myself in the bathroom then get dressed, maybe chat for a while and then he'd actually ask me to leave because he had work to do or something.
Anyway, the bottom line was that when he finally moved away that May, it wasn't any emotional loss at all. In fact, I never let anyone do it to me after that. I decided that the next time I let someone fuck me it would have to mean that a Master was fucking his slave. No casual fucking for me after that. But Gabriel fucking me? There was nothing casual about this at all.
When it came time for me to shove that plug up my ass I realized that he wasn't going to use his own fingers for such a job. He's leaving it to a silicone toy and my own need to surrender to him even when it's seems like something silly or undesirable. I've played with toys before, so this wasn't anything new or difficult about it. Like I said, the plug wasn't more than four inches long but it would do the job.
In order to make it feel as real as possible, I got down into position the way I'd be if he were the one plugging up my asshole and worked the plug in that way. It didn't take long, but I was in for an entirely new set of sensations when I started crawling from the bathroom to his bed with the plug up my ass. Holy crap, this whole process was one long humiliation from the very beginning. Fucking hot!
Gabriel, as always, was super-sensitive to the way I approached his bed. He knew that I had managed to get myself planted deeply in sub space and so he spoke accordingly in his most voluptuous voice. "Come on, slave, crawl to your Master and kiss his feet as a way of telling him that he could do anything he wants to you and demand anything he wants from you. As you lick my feet, let me know that you prepared yourself for me like the slut you are and that you're already plugged because you know that helps make you so ready for my cock that I will feel exquisite pleasure from taking you this way, from using you the way a slave is meant to be used, all for my pleasure while your little dick is locked up for good and will never get to feel these types of pleasures. That body—which I fucking own, sport—exists only for my sexual pleasure. I don't need to care about your pleasure. You'll find your pleasure by admitting that you are only a tool for giving your Master his pleasure."
And he follows through in his own wonderful way and, once he's finished, I get up and fetch something to clean him with and the thought strikes me that I wonder if he'll ever make me use my mouth to do such a thing. I clean him off, rush inside to rinse out the cloth and then clean myself and void out what's still left inside me.
"I need your love." Those words come back to me again and again.
I crawl back to his bed and wait for an invitation, hoping he doesn't decide to lock me in a cage tonight away from him. For some reason I don't think I could handle that right now, not tonight. But, as usual, Gabriel is my angel and simply breathes out the words "come to me, baby." Oh man, I don't think I've ever enjoyed cuddly time with anyone else the way I enjoy being with Gabriel in his arms as he touches me as if he adores me and cherishes me. "I need your love," I sing to him as quietly as I can, hoping he doesn't hear all of it.
"I didn't just fuck you tonight, Terry. I made love to you. I am as much in love with my slave as my slave is in love with its Master. Master and slave, sport."
"The best way you could ever love me, Master, is to make sure I never for even one minute forget that I am nothing but a slave." I say to him. He's silent for a bit. Then he turns towards me and runs one of his hands through my hair (!!!!!) and says "When a man loves his puppy it is still only a puppy.
"When a Master loves his slave it is still only a slave. And when other Doms look at you, all they see is a slave. They don't care about love because they can't understand that love can be part of the scene. They can't understand how a Master could love a slave without surrendering his power over that slave. They don't deserve to know how much I love you, so they'll never see it or even guess at it."
As I'm falling asleep, I can't help but wonder how all this is going to affect us not only tomorrow but also in the long run. Dammit, being loved is a tremendous thing that I never expected. But I need a Master. A real Master. Will he still be that for me?
And so, as is so often the case, I have trouble falling asleep because I'm worrying that everything is going to end up being ruined because my love has weakened him.
The next morning . . . . .
He sure as fuck doesn't feel weak when he wakes me up with a hard SLAP! to my ass then he pushes me out of bed and onto the floor. "Bring me a cup of coffee, slave, then go clean up the mess you left in the bathroom last night so I can take a shower."
Stunned. I have trouble pulling things together and he says, "You've got to learn to wake up immediately when I want you. Now go get my coffee or I'll be getting out my strap!"
I scramble inside and there's a smile on my face because all my doubts last night were not valid, at least not now.
When I bring him the coffee, he has more to say. "I'll have a cheese omelet, buttered rye toast, and bacon. Don't forget to put juice on the table. You can fix your own breakfast while I'm eating mine. Now get that bathroom cleaned up. I don't want to see the mess you left there last night."
"yes, Master," I say, trying not to smile too much as I walk into the bathroom to clean up. . . .
After he sits down to have is breakfast and I'm preparing my "porridge," he tells me he'd like me to let him know what I think of the things he told me last night. "I know you well enough, sport, to expect you to have all sorts of varied thoughts about the things I said to you. Talk to me, sport. Tell your Master what you'd been thinking before you fell asleep last night. Reveal your private thoughts to me. Don't forget what I keep telling you, boy, nakedness doesn't only refer to clothing. Strip your mind naked for me now, sport."
Wow. Where do I begin? "Yes, Master, but please be patient because I have to do a lot of thinking just to remember what was going through my mind last night. I know for one thing that I was worrying about something. Typical, I know. But let me think for a minute . . . . Master, this is hard to say."
"I'm sure. Say it, slave. You do not have permission to keep it to yourself."
"Master. I guess I was thinking about how badly I need a Master and I was afraid that . . . " I'm having trouble getting the words out.
He takes over "That I'll be less of the kind of Master you need because I'm also in love with you . . . as my slave, sport, always as my slave. I have no interest in taking a lover from the ranks of ordinary men. I love you AS MY SLAVE. I know that's difficult to come to terms with. It will take time. But don't assume I'm going to go easy on you just because you're precious to me, boy, because that is not going to happen.
"I will continue to train you and discipline you as I see fit because I know what you need as well as what turns you on. I know what you need a hell of a lot better than you do, sport. You're still wet behind the ears. You're still a baby slave in so many ways."
"Baby slave," I repeat to him. "Next thing you `ll have me in diapers, Sir," I say jokingly and then immediately regret saying it.
He chuckles. "Not my scene, boy, definitely not my scene. You'll be pissing outdoors in the summer, I assure you."
I form a picture of that and my dick tries to fill up again. "I liked it when you said that when a Master loves a puppy it is still a puppy. That's a good image for me. I'm still a slave even though you say you love me. It doesn't raise my status any. But, Master, most people would assume it does, that it would only be natural."
"But we're not like most people. And don't forget that they rejected you back at the club because they realized how much you NEEDED all the things they were planning to do with you and that spoiled your attractiveness because they're all just a bunch of sick perverts."
"That blows my mind. But I have a question, Sir, about Rusty. Where does he fit in with them?"
"At the moment I'm not sure. In one way I keep thinking he's a double agent, like an undercover cop investigating them, even as far as displaying you in that office the way he did. But at the same time, he's the one who made sure you were "delivered" to me, as they would say. You have Rusty to thank for that, despite everything else he might have done to you. In the long run, he was looking out for you."
"Could it be that he was actually investigating them, Sir?"
"I sure hope so, sport. If Rusty's investigating them, that might be an answer to the question you've had about why did they let things get so out of hand at the Hunt that night. It could have been some kind of a "sting." After all, somebody has to put a stop to what's going on with Anderson and his crowd, and that includes Thornton. That thing he did beating your hand? That was fucking criminal. He could have seriously wounded you."
"sometimes I think he did, Sir. My hand is almost always sore."
"then we'll have to get it checked. I'll make a couple calls when you're cleaning up from breakfast."
Wow. "thank you, Sir. I figured it would just get better by itself. It only happened a week ago."
"it won't help to check. Besides I might as well get you a complete physical while I'm at it. That way you can be naked in the doctor's office. The Dr. I'm sending you to is a Dom, but there won't be any monkey business other than you being naked for him. I'll be there as well, of course. After what happened with Vic I'm not leaving you alone with anyone I don't implicitly trust."
"You don't trust this doctor friend?"
He laughs. "That's' a different situation. I just want to enjoy having another man examine your naked body, even if it's not a bdsm scene." He's just about finished with breakfast. "You can eat now, slave. You know where to put your bowl."
Fuck. I was hoping he'd be a bit more lenient, but he likes seeing me eat like a dog this way. Like I've come to understand, Gabriel is very big on symbolism and he makes sure that I'm constantly reminded that I'm his slave in many ways. Not only that, but I'm also aware that in some ways he thinks of me like I'm a puppy he's training. Of all the things he's made me do, eating this way from a bowl on the floor is the thing that humiliates me the most.
Needless to say, nothing ever escapes his notice. "I'm well aware, sport, how odious you find having to eat this way. That's why I intend to make sure you eat like puppies eat as much as possible. And in case you miss the point, it give me great pleasure to know I have the power to humble you this way, making you do what you dislike more than anything else." I get it, dude, yeah, I get it. It sucks to be a slave.
He likes to hover over me while I'm trying to eat this way. Sometimes he even lets globs of spit fall into my food and I'm expected to turn my face up to him and thank him for it. I also try not to flinch when he comes over and sticks his big toe up my ass---um, I mean, hole. "that's mine, slave, all mine. It's gonna be a long time before I let anyone else up there. Now eat up like a good pup. We've got things to do today before I send you back to campus. As far as I know, you'll be the first slave ever allowed to attend college. Just never forget you're no longer an ordinary college boy."
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