Chapter Five
The minute I was able to put my mouth around the head of Gabriel's cock I felt like I'd come home again. "That's my good boy, sport, showing me how much you want to be my slave. Just stay right there, my little cock-hungry faggot. Savor the head of my dick. Use your tongue to circle all around it. Oh yes, sport, that feels so damn good. Yes, my boy, you're gonna be the best slave anyone ever had because when you have my cock in your mouth you know you're home."
Fuck! How did he know that's what I was thinking?
"I know, sport. For faggots like you, cocks are home space and cocks are food for the soul. I love the way you are sucking the head of my dick like it's the most delicious thing you have ever tasted. That's the sign of a true cocksucker, baby. My faggot slave who loves to worship me with my cock in his mouth."
I stop for a moment and look up at him. "What is it, slaveboy? What do you want to tell your Master?"
"It's just that everyone calls me "fag" and "faggot" but you Doms are all queer too. Aren't you also faggots?"
He chuckles. "Of course, but you've read about this stuff, I'm sure. Only the subs get called those names in our culture because that's another way we can put you in your place and provide the humiliation you faggots need as much as you need cocks to suck. Speaking of which, get that mouth back on my cock and show me how much of a slave you need to be for your Master."
And I do show him everything I possibly can about what I'm feeling about him and how grateful I am to him. I was in really bad shape there for a while and all it took was a brief conversation with him for me to feel good again and want to continue discovering what else he will have to teach me along the way.
"Unless you safe word it, I'm going to bring Vic back. I want him to see how a Dom treats a special sub now that we got all the real personal stuff out of the way now. Going once, going twice . . . . "
He takes his phone and writes a text.
"Stop for a minute, baby." He picks me up and gets me practically up on his lap and starts to kiss me and make out with me, and I mean, REALLY make out with me. Needless to say I also get hydrated in the special way he likes to hydrate me. We hear Vic pull up to the house again so Gabriel slides me off his lap again. "Back to work, boy. Give Vic a good show. Let him see how well you've recovered from before."
He says nothing when he comes in the room. Just sits in a chair and watches. "That's right, sport. Show my friend how much you adore my dick. Let him see what a good cocksucker you are so when I make you suck his cock he'll know it if you're slacking off. I expect you to suck Vic's dick every bit as devotedly as you suck mine. Help me teach Vic what the rewards are for treating a slave the right way."
Finally, he has me stop sucking him and get on all fours. Then he and Vic start toying with my face and my mouth and even gag me a bit. He lets Vic stick his fingers in my mouth again and, thank God, I notice that he's gone and washed his hands and they don't stink of cigarette smoke. So he has his fun with me until Gabriel stops him. Then my Master leans down a kisses me just the way he did before.
"I'm gonna work you harder, faggot," Gabriel says to me, looking deeply into my eyes. He can tell that I'm ready to take anything from him, the same way I was feeling earlier today before all the trouble started. He starts working his fingers down my throat a little bit at a time, as if he's actually fucking me and helping me get used to it. Finally, he reaches my gag reflect and sets it off, and then I'm gagging and he's pulling out and going back in so I gag several times until I feel like I'm gonna puke. Gabriel knows I've crossed into the red zone so he stops what he's been doing and just kisses me again while toying with my nipples, just to remind me that my whole body is nothing but a toy for him.
"Did you give it a good thrashing?" asks Vic.
"What do you think? Did I?" Gabriel challenges him.
"I guess not. I guess I have a lot to learn about when you punish a slave and when you let it get away with shit."
"When a slave freaks out, he isn't doing it on purpose. He's in the red zone. We never punish a slave for freaking out. That's the time when some really kind and sensitive conversation has to take place. Vic, if I had been brutal with this boy after what happened before, he would have left long before now and we'd never get to see him again."
"So have you ever punished this slave?"
"Haven't had a reason to punish it yet. The time will come, of course, but not today, that's for sure."
"But Gabe my boy, don't slaves always fucking need to be punished. After all, why did it end up becoming a slave? There's something about it that already merits a good sound thrashing, even if just to let in know that you can do that whenever you want, reason or not."
"Just like all queers should be punished because they chose to be queer?" "You know that's not true, dude."
"No it isn't. Nor is being a bdsm slave. After all, who would deliberately want to be treated like a slave unless that was how he was put together. It's the same thing."
"Wow! You make so much sense, dude. So anyway, tell me how you managed to get your hands on this slave."
"He wandered into Hunt Friday night to celebrate his 21st birthday. A lot of rough shit went down. Next thing I know, he's being delivered to the central office chained naked in the back of a truck and dumped out here by Anderson's men. They decided they wanted nothing to do with him. He's really into being submissive. That somehow spoils their fun. They want to wreck a boy who hates every second of it."
"Sure, and you don't think this boy needs to be punished, Gabe? Really? For being an irresponsible faggot slut if nothing else? It must have had a lot of practice sucking dick before it was legal. Just a regular cocksucking faggot running around that college it used to go to."
There it is again: the college it "used to go to".
All of a sudden I get slapped across the face. "What's the face for, faggot? Speak up."
I lose my temper. (Big mistake!) "I am still in college, Sir. In fact, I'm missing classes right now. I have to leave here today, dammit!" Big mistake indeed.
Vic explodes. "Wait a minute. You're TELLING us that you have to leave today and not simply ASKING if you can leave?" He turns to Gabriel. "And you think it doesn't deserve to be punished? If you ask me, I'd say it needs a damn good session over your lap or mine."
"Okay, Vic. I've been very patient up until now, but after I was so nice to this slave before, considering the way it just spoke to us, I agree. It is indeed time it to be punished. It needs that kind of reminder about the fact that slaves do not raise their voices to Master—not to any men, in fact."
Fuck. I'm in for it now. Not just because of what he just said, but also because all of a sudden he started referring to me as "it." He never did that much before.
Next thing I know, I'm over Vic's knees. before he goes to hit me, he runs his hand all over my ass and tells me he's going to turn it bright red. And then he gives me a warning: "now don't you go faking anything, thinking that you might get away with something if you cry after I thrash you a little bit. Damn it boy, I'll know it if you're faking. You will be very sorry. Don't try it. Sure, you're gonna cry your eyes out and beg me to stop spanking you, but it's gonna be for real. No fucking acting! Now let me get started. And then you can show Vic how well you suck cock. We all know that the mouth of a freshly-thrashed slave always feels better, especially when there are still tears on its face."
The Vic adds, "Don't fucking pretend you aren't gonna enjoy it. I can tell what a slut you are and how hungry you are for some of this and how much you've needed it for a long time now. But face the facts, faggot: you'r gonna get it good now."
Fuck. He pierces my brain, my memory, every thought I've ever had about this. It's all coming true now and holy shit, it hurts a lot more than I thought it would. And Gabriels' standing right there watching it happen to me. In fact, he speaks to me in his calming voice. "Okay, boy. You don't have to be brave here. Make your noises. I'm not gonna tell him to stop spanking you until we can hear you crying and begging him to stop. Don't you dare fake it or you'll get it even worse."
I don't need to fake it, that's for sure. Soon I'm crying out just the way he said I would. "Please daddy iIll be a good boy please don't spank me anymore. I promise I'll be a good boy!" Finally he stops and slides me off his knees and onto the floor. "Glad to see you know who your Daddy is, faggot. Never forget that. Now show my cock how much you like cock and how grateful you are that I just taught you a good lesson about what you are and what you need."
Do you know what? I didn't know this, but It felt damn good to cry. I'm not gonna deny it. And do you know what else? I wish I really was 16 years old and this Vic guy was maybe an older cousin or uncle or even a new teacher in the high school, maybe a drama teacher and I had such a painful crush on him that I'd go for the whole thing. Of course, little did I know back then just how often I would even up crying, and what all that crying would mean. And yes, there are tears in my eyes as I o suck Vic's prick. Vic's is a little bit bigger than Gabriel's so I end up gagging with still over an inch to go.
Vic is tough. Nothing romantic about him at all. I have to keep in mind what Gabriel told me, that Vic isn't really an experienced Dom. But the way he talks to me is hot as hell. He keeps working on my mind while he's plundering my throat. "That's right, boy, you're doing just fine. Keep going just like that. I can tell you know what you are, a cocksucking faggot slaveboy and you're worshipping the dick of a superior Man . . . .
Back off now, faggot so only the tip of my dick is in your mouth . . . .
Toy with my slit and taste the precum that drips because you're pleasing me so well. Like I told you, punk, there's something special about the mouth of the boy who just got thrashed. A thrashing turns a faggot's mouth into real pussy. There's a special wet quality to it, probably because of all the crying. . . . . Yeah, sport, yeah. Lick my head then go back down on me, all the way down. . . . That's right, cocksucker: Feel the tip of my dick break through your gag reflex. . . . Hold on tight.. . . " I start gagging but I'm not scared because Gabriel is sitting right here watching it all. He'll stop it if it gets out of hand. Vic keeps chiding me: " It's fucking hot hearing you gag on my dick, faggot. Yeah. . . . Good, boy. . . . Now relax that throat and you'll be able to take it without gagging. Open that throat for my cock, slaveboy, or you'll be feeling my leather belt over that ass which just got spanked bright red. We can finish off by laying a couple of welts over it, maybe come close to making you bleed."
He's quiet for a while and I take a chance and slip him out of my mouth and go down to lick his balls and take them into my mouth one at a time. "nice, faggot," he says at first but I know he wants me sucking his cock again because he takes hold of my head and pulls my hair so I get in position to take his dick again, and wow, he fucking rams it all the way down my throat and then holds my head to his groin while I'm choking and he keeps me there until I think I'm gonna pass out.
He lets go and I repel myself off his cock and choke up a whole torrent of yellow liquid.
"That was just so you know what a real Man who doesn't like babying you can do to you," he says. "Now go get a rag and clean up this mess before I make you lick it up. Then wash out your mouth and come crawling out here again, faggot, and find me," he says as he gets up and leaves the room. He doesn't even stay with me while I'm recovering from choking on him I guess I have no right to expect that but for some reason it really hurts that he doesn't seem to care. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I'm expecting too much from this. Maybe it's too late. I know one thing: choking is no fun. I hope Gabriel realized I wasn't having any fun towards the end there.
A little later, after everything is cleaned up, they're both sitting on the couch. I'm relieved that Gabriel is here. "Come here," he tells me. Sit on the floor between my legs, your back to me. We've got something we want you to watch."
It's turns out to be a series of porn clips. He tells me picked them out for "training purposes." Sure. A variety of scenes: Twink boys being worked over by their Doms. "Those boys are all over 18 but they look a lot younger. They're really subs. Their Masters pimp them out to the company that makes these clips. That's why the kids in the clips can take so much. It's how they're being trained. They get treated like this all the time by their Doms and anyone their Doms share them with. This is a good way their Masters can make some good money on them. A lot safer, too, because they're always there to watch and can stop the action if they think things are being pushed too far."
I don't say anything. I'm half turned on and half frightened by what I see playing out, especially the one where the kid is held to the Dom's groin the same way I was before, only after this kid practically pukes on the floor like I did, the Dom takes a belt and starts beathing the shit out of him with it. Then the clip ends after the kid managed to scamper out of the camera's range. Holy shit. The worse of all was the one where this guy is holding the boy's head and shoving a long dildo-type thing as far down its throat as he could get it until the kid pukes up a whole mess of yellow gunk. And then the guy does it again. And several times after that.
"I know the boy in that clip," says Vic. "Believe it of not, he gets into that stuff. He really likes being choked that way." Knowing that doesn't make it seem any better. Then Vic speaks up again. "That's how I'd be training you if I owned you myself, sport. You know I can understand why Anderson's guys didn't want to deal with you. They're not patient men and you still need a lot of babying. I'd like to get one of them to come over and toy around with you."
"Vic, they're aren't all slaves in these clips, you know. I just pick these types of clips to show. There are a lot of older guys in some of the roughest scenes, guys who are really into it and do it just for the money. Who knows? Maybe I'll get sport to star in one of them some time, but it will probably just be a spanking scene or maybe some CBT.
Meanwhile, there are plenty of Doms who will be champing at the bit to get their hands on this slave for a few hours sometime, as long as they'll stick to the limits I set."
Wow. Gabriel has things well reasoned out. And I must say that I like Vic's feistiness, as long as I know that Gabriel will never leave me alone with him for long. "Listen faggot," Vic says to me, "we're doing you a big favor, giving you more experience than most fags in your situation can ever manage to get in years even."
Just as I start getting tired listening to Vic carrying on, Gabriel puts me on his lap and starts cuddling and kissing me. Eventually Vic gets bored and says goodbye before he leaves.
"Vic gets you hot to a point," Gabriel tells me.
"Yes, Sir. To a point. I'm sure that if he really owned me I would have already have picked up and run away as far from him as I could get. A little of that kind of stuff goes a long way."
"That's why a guy like Vic will never be able to keep a sub for very long. But at least he admits he has a lot to learn. We all have a duty to help each other learn. The real danger out there is guys who are thinking like Vic is right now but who don't think they have anything to learn and never realize that's why they're always so frustrated."
"But unfortunately, Sir, a lot of subs like me who have no experience don't know who is real and who just thinks all they have to is abuse a sub and teach it its place."
"You're right. That's why public spaces are always the best places to experiment. Nothing's gonna get too out of hand there, and when a dude is simply dangerous to himself and others, he doesn't get to stay there very long."
"But it got out of hand with me there that night, Sir. And it all happened at the Hunt, even all that time in the back office. Nobody put a stop to it, even when that Master was beating my hand and pushing me into the slime and dirt. I'm sorry to contradict you, Sir, but I wasn't safe there at all."
Gabriel looks really concerned. "You know, sport . . . . . you're got a point . . . . I have no answer for you as to why that was allowed to happen. But I promise you I'm going to look into it."
"How about Vic? Would they ask him to leave?"
"I can't say for sure. I don't go to those place myself much, so I'm not all that aware of the current scene. But let's change the subject now. I want you to start telling me about your high school experiences, especially about guys you may have been attracted to back then but didn't dare out yourself to. I bet there are at least some guys you would have loved to get on your knees for. All high school closeted fags have memories of guys they wish they could have given blow jobs to."
"You're so right, Sir. Goddamn, I can think of four guys from high school that I would willingly kneel for if they wanted to do this stuff to me. Yup. And the crazy thing is that they all know each other. We were all classmates right up to graduation. I had faggy crushes on all four of them. Each different. Each totally butch. Intense eyes. Two blonds, one dirty blond, one black hair and a kind of permanent sneer on his lips although I know he's a pretty nice guy. Doesn't matter, I'd strip naked and let him sneer at me all he wants. And spit. And slap me. And get off in my mouth then maybe even take his strap to me. That is, as long as you were there, Sir."
"hmmm," Gabriel muses. "don't get overheated now over all this, faggot." "Could not at least one of them turn out to be gay, or if not at least willing to get a bj from the class fag? Would that be too much to ask? I swear I'd do anything for them, take anything from them, crawl and beg and grovel before them, kiss, lick, suck everywhere and do the same for their friends as well if they wanted that." Damn, I can't believe I'm telling the cowboy all that.
"Next time you're here, bring your high school yearbook. I want to find out who those guys are and maybe do some research."
Ulp. it would be so humiliating to get used like a slave by a guy from high school who discovers I'm a submissive cocksucker. If Gabriel follows through and works something out, that would be amazing, provided he's there to set the limits and call the shots. I don't think I'd ever have the guts to do something like that on my own, unless I happened to run into one of them in a club.
Meanwhile, I'm being trained by this Master in his hot cowboy hat. I'm his "it" or whatever else he wants to call me. He owns me. I've gotta keep saying that to myself until I know I'll never forget it. And at the same time, to be honest, I have to fucking thank God that I wasn't given to Vic.
Then it occurred to me: Everything damn thing that's happened to me since I first started telling this story was just preparing me to become this cowboy's slave. Rusty, Drew, Patrick, Greg, the men in that office who viewed me? Their job was to "get me started," to do some mental conditioning while also assessing the depth of my ingrained desire to be a slave. The question has always been, "what kind of slave will this boy become? How far down can a Master take him? But if it turns out that this fag enjoys this stuff much, then we have no interest in him and will find someone else to take him under his wing."
I'm not going to try to answer those questions for myself. I don't know the answers. All I know is that right now I'm more alive than I've ever been despite what they're doing to me, or I guess I should use the proper language and say "despite how they're training me."
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