XIV.
moving on . . .
As it turns out, William took advantage of Jonah's invitation and made arrangements to come for supper on Wednesday a week later, because the Emporium closes at 5 that day. Jonah had had William thoroughly vetted just a couple days after he met him. No cause for alarm, he was told.
Aside from this, the only knowledge he had of William was how he had mind-fucked the boy, and then how knowledgeable and persuasive he was when Jonah took the slave there to get it outfitted.
The weather was nice, so he had a staff member grill burgers and dogs right behind the house and used the boy to wait on them, dressed in nothing but an apron and the Doc Maarten boots He had bought the boy. The staff put out a nice spread. William clearly enjoyed both the food and the sight of their collared waiter-boy hastening here and there to meet their every wish.
Jonah was getting very good at reading His slave, and He could tell that the boy was turned on as usual by all the acts of obedience it was required to perform. Apparently, Jonah could see, the boy's hunger for submissive wasn't only confined to sexual service.
From time to time, Jonah and William fed the slave pieces of food from their fingers, making sure it wasn't going to go hungry. One time William held a hot dog in his hand up high over his head and made the slaveboy jump in the air to bite off a piece of it, just like ravenous puppy.
And poor Timmy! He had mixed motions warring inside him. On the one hand, the slave was angry at what William was doing while on the other hand it was grateful. If it weren't for what William did to him at the bar, the boy wouldn't have met the Master and been claimed by Him.
AND . . . The game of "fetch" that William kept playing with the slave was annoying and humiliating, and William knew that it hated having to jump in the air for its food. This was a subtle form of pain William had in store for the boy. But first, Jonah called the boy over and pointed to his bare feet. Timmy was relieved and threw himself into the task Jonah had trained him for. William watched the slave suckle its Master's toes and lick between them, and gave Jonah a "thumbs up" at the accomplishment.
"How much did You have to beat the slave into submission to get this kind of service?" he asked Jonah. Jonah just smiled mysteriously, saying "I have a wide assortment of unique teaching tools." Timmy had to stifle a giggle at this, but Jonah shoved almost His whole foot into the slave's mouth to stifle its reaction. Let that be their secret.
Finally, it was time for some special instruction. Jonah clipped the boy's hands behind its back then and ordered it to kneel up facing the both of them. "Mr. William—that's what you're to call him from now on-- plays an important role in your life, Timmy. The moment you entered that bar that first night barefoot—which was quite unusual—Mr. William was sitting next to a man who had seen you on your knees at the "inferno" the other night servicing a Dom who had a reputation for bringing down self-assured college boys. When he saw you looking around nervously, he pointed you out to Mr. William. He could see your humble and shy demeanor, and suspected that you were available for some of the mind control that he was so good at."
"Before long, you were standing before him drinking the water he had bought you, eventually right between his spread legs, and you were answering his questions politely and honestly even though you had an embarrassing story to tell. That made things all the better. Mr. William established a bond between the two of you and tested it by suggesting you strip off your shirt. He enjoyed the sight of your perky nipples on your bare chest with just a few stray hairs around them. He also enjoyed your discomfort but spoke to you calmly, getting you to relax."
William takes over. "you were ripe for the picking, little faggot, standing there with your nipples exposed and your bare toes getting dirty from the crap on the floor of the bar. I decided to do you a favor, kid." "what favor was that, Sir?" asks Timmy.
"I decided to give you an opportunity to let go of your sense of dignity—big college graduate you are, moving to a new city looking to find out what you destiny might be. So, I plant an idea in your kinky little head. Piss your pants, faggot. Right here, not in the john. Piss yourself while we stand there and watch."
"And you bought it, baby. Right away I made you get down on the ground wiping up the mess with you own fucking t-shirt, and again you went for it. At that precise moment you were lost to the world of normal men, boy. So I went to tell Mike the bouncer what happened, and then I left, my work done for the night. Broke in another faggot sub. Brought it face to face with its own need to be crushed under the weight of superior men's scorn."
What can Timmy do, hearing all that? There's nothing to deny. It all happened and now the boy knows a bit more about what this man was thinking about him while speaking to him so gently and so deductively. It only serves to increase the boy's own need to be debased in public just like what came to pass that evening. So Timmy simply listens to his inner sub. He leans forward and bows his head to the ground. He stays there, groveling before the Master and the Persuader.
Jonah decides it's time for a painful trial. He brings out the new nipple clamps He had bought from Evander, sets the dial low, and orders the slave to kneel up again. He puts the clamps on the boy's nipples and gets just a simply grunt for his efforts. That's fine. Things will soon get a lot more intense.
So He sits back to observe William at work on the boy. Here was the apprentice learning from the Master. And even though Jonah was the slave's Master, William was about to conquer the boy's reluctance to surrender itself in yet another way. To be honest, this turns out to be better than watching a reality show. In fact, the thought did cross Jonah's mind that the three of them could make some really video clips . . . something for the future, perhaps, or for another story sometimes.
They decide to take things inside after they smoked a joint William had brought with him. Jonah puts Timmy's knee pads on and orders the slave back down on the ground for the duration. William decided to get started once he felt the buzz from what they'd smoked. "Timmy my boy, come kneel before me. I miss talking to you. We had a nice chat back in the bar a while back, didn't we, boy?"
"Yes, Sir?" Timmy says nervously, his voice timidly rising at the end as if he were asking a question.
"Yes, indeed. I remember how nicely you took off your shirt for me because I told you I'd enjoy seeing you that way. Do you remember that, boy?"
"Yes, Sir. I surely remember that." (note to reader: Jonah get tired of Timmy having to figure ways not so speak of himself in the first person, so he suspended the rule for now).
"There was a dirty look in your eyes when you did that. You knew you were definitely stripping for me because you knew I was going to feast on how pretty your boyish body was."
"yes, Sir, remember that well. I was getting turned on by the fact that I was obeying what you asked me to do, that I wanted to obey you."
"and you did obey, as we know. Thank you for telling me how it made you feel. I like knowing things like that about you. It give me power over you, faggot."
Timmy immediately lowers his eyes. "Yes, Sir."
William speaks very softly. "Get rid of the apron, slaveboy. You have no need for it any longer."
Timmy keeps his eyes lowered but takes off the apron as sensually as he can.
"Now I have the pleasure of seeing you totally naked and collared and caged. That makes you ever more naked, boy. It marks you as the faggot slave you are and that your Master has taken away any rights you have over that cock between your legs. Is that what you are, boy?"
"Yes, Sir. I'm Master Jonah's slave, Sir. The cock belongs to Him, Sir. That is why He keeps it locked up, so this slave won't touch it." "I like seeing you this way, boy. You have no idea how much pleasure it gave me when Jonah came into my showroom leading you by a leash. And you were stark naked. I suspected you'd make some Dom a good slave some day but I never thought it would happen so quickly. And I knew just how much you needed this—to be a slave."
"Yes, Master Jonah is teaching me a lot about being his slave."
"I'm sure he is. He's a good Master to have. He won't brutalize you, and He's very protective of you. So you know that He approves of everything I might do to you tonight. All you have to do is talk to Me the nice way you did when you first met me."
"I enjoy talking to you, Sir."
William chuckles. "Indeed. I as well. So anyway, getting back to your story, how are you feeling about what happened with Roger now that time has gone past and you're under a good Master's direction? Does it still hurt, boy?"
"Not any longer, Sir. Now it's more of a turn on. It all depended on the context, Jonah has taught me."
"How so?"
"Well, right when I left there I was viewing it as Roger just taking selfish advantage of me, of using the faggot just because he knew I had such a crush on him."
"And you no longer see it that way?"
"NO, Sir. Now I realize that all along Roger was just treating me the way I deserved to be treated. He was training me to be a slave, just giving me a beginner lesson, Sir."
"so he was getting your ready to become Jonah's slave?"
"Yes, Sir. That's what was happening. So now it turns me on to see it that way, him training the future slave."
"You had mentioned there were things he made you do that you didn't like. At the time, you didn't wish to mention any of them. Do you still feel the same way, or are you ready to let me strip you a little more naked? If so, tell me just one thing he made you do. Come on, boy, expose yourself to me."
Timmy looks like he's staring far into the past. He speaks slowly. "He made me kiss his feet and lick his crack." He exhales sharply.
"There you go, boy. Let it go now. I bet you'll gladly do those things for Jonah, won't you, boy?"
"Sure, Sir. He's my Master."
"Can you give me an example of one more thing, boy?"
"He made me strip naked and suck his cock when his roommate was there watching it all and stroking himself."
"that was the first time anyone saw it?"
"Yes, Sir, it was. I cried that night after I got home."
"Why did you cry?"
"Ashamed of myself, Sir."
"Do you feel that way now, boy? I know that Jonah also makes you be naked while others are around to watch. He did it with Zeke and Zach, didn't he?
"Yes, Sir."
"Did Roger ever make you take any pain, boy?"
"No, Sir."
"Were you maybe wishing he might spank you?"
Timmy blushes. "Yes, a little Sir."
"But now you've gotten spanked a lot, haven't you?"
"Yes, Sir. Master taught me, slaves get whipped all sorts of ways."
"And He's showed you that as well, hasn't He?"
"Yes, Sir."
"And what is it like to take that kind of pain, boy?"
"It hurts, Sir."
"Does that upset you?"
"Not usually, Sir. It just helps me remember that I'm His slave."
"I'm sure. And I bet it turns you on to take pain from Him, doesn't it, even if it sometimes hurts a lot."
"Yes, it does, Sir. Jonah taught me that I'm a pain pig."
"I'd like to see you take some more pain from your Master tonight, boy."
Timmy breathes more heavily. "How so, Sir?"
"I'd like to watch your Master make those clamps on your nipples get tighter. Can you do that for me so I can see?"
"Yyyyes, Sir."
"Then go beg your Master to do that. Then crawl back over here."
Timmy leaves and crawls to Jonah. Without being asked, the slave kisses His feet as a sign of submission. Then the slave kneels up and begs Jonah to tighten the clamps."
"Say it louder so My friend William can hear you ask me."
In a louder voice. "Please tighten the clamps, Master. Please give me more pain."
"since you asked so nicely, sweetheart," Jonah reaches out and we hear a click on each nipple and the slave sucks air through its teeth and tightens up, taking the pain. finally it forces out the words, "thank You, Master."
Jonah tells the slave to crawl back to William. When the slave gets back to William, its face definitely showing that its struggling to bear the pain, William smiles at him and says, "Never forget that I'm the one who turned you from a nosy college boy to a true novice slave. I did it for Jonah because I could tell He was the one to continue your descent into the depths of your slavery. Never forget that it was my hands that made your collar fashion itself around your neck. And it was my hands that put the cage over your little dick and then locked you into it. And now I can enjoy the sight of your full body naked except for collar and cage." It is I who turned you into Jonah's slaveboy. It was I who wants to train you some more."
"yes, Master, and thank You for all that."
"I don't know if you realized this, faggot. but your Master gave me permission to tighten the clamps myself one more click. Did you know that, slave?"
"No, Sir, did not know it." Timmy struggles with the words.
"I think I'd like to do that now so I can watch your face as the pain hits. I would really enjoy seeing the look on your face."
Tears appear in Timmy's eyes. "please, Sir."
"Please, what, boy? Please go ahead, Sir,' or Please don't do it, Sir." which one is it, boy? answer me."
A tear slides down Timmy's cheek. Jonah gets up from his seat and comes to stand next to William to watch. "PPpppllllease go ahead, Sir." and it squeezes its eyes shut.
"Open those eyes, faggot," says Jonah. "Let us see how you take the pain."
William slowly reaches out a hand and clicks one of the clamps and Timmy howls in pain. Then he tightens the second one. The boy starts sobbing not only from the pain but also because of how much power Jonah is giving William.
As anyone who's ever been subjected to nipple torture knows, the pain continues long after any clamps have been removed. And as if that were the end of its subjugation, Jonah whispers to the sobbing slave, "I have to piss. Show William how you've become My urinal." With that He stands up and takes out His cock. William watches approvingly as Timmy kneels down to drink its Master's piss right from the faucet, just the way it's been trained to do.
Once Jonah has finished and the slave has cleaned the tip of His cock, Jonah puts it away and both men get up to leave the patio. Jonah orders Timmy to clean up from dinner then to report back to them upstairs. They leave.
30 minutes later, a naked and sore slaveboy crawls to them and grovels in humiliation while Jonah and William congratulate each other with their success in subjugating the young faggot and helping it understand what its life will be like unless it decides to claim its freedom.
END OF CHAPTER FOURTEEN
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Finally, here's the list of my former stories and when the ends of the stories were posted. Always best to read them in order.
- The Alex Chronicles 9/25/2022 These four are connected: 2. Sweet Subjugation 1/15/2023 3. Brandon's Bosses 4/3/2023 4. Brandon's Brothers 5/29/2023 5. Total Subjugation: 5/25/2023
Stand-alone stories: 6. Tommy Loves His Sub 8/17/2023 7. Training Toby 12/31/2023 8. Breaking Me In 3/10/2024 9. The Brothel Slave 3/31/2024
Have a nice day! Rob