XVI.
When Timmy awoke that next morning, he was alone in the bed. He buried his face in Jonah's pillow so he could enjoy His scent a bit longer. The Master's last words were still on his mind, "Your Master will keep you safe," and after everything that's happened to him lately, those words mean so much to him. "Especially safe from heartbreak," he thinks to himself, realizing that he had really been in love with Roger but wouldn't admit it to himself.
And now, now that he finds himself falling into love, or at least slipping into love once again, those old feelings are coming to the surface and as a result, Timmy began to grieve the loss of his first love, and how drawn out the separation had been—an entire year reduced to however long it took him to get Roger to cum when he was the one sucking Roger's cock but no time spent together any longer as friends. He realizes that Roger had begun even seeing him as a friend. He saw him that last semester only as a cucksucker.
Always that. Always just that. Nothing else all that time. No meals. No movies. No long phone chats. All that seemed to disappear when they got back to school again for their final semester. Just being summoned to suck his cock, lick his feet and his ass, stick his finger in the flow of Roger's piss and then suck the piss off his finger, and once even suck the cock of one of Roger's pals while Roger watched and coached him to make sure he did a good job. All that. And he never told most of that to Jonah. He realizes he has to, especially after everything that happened last night.
Jonah comes back into the room with two cups of coffee. "Oh I'm glad you're up, Timmy. Your coffee won't get cold waiting for you to wake up." He hands Timmy his cup and winks at him. Oh shit, thinks Timmy, He's gonna make me melt! "Wow! Thank You, Master," he beams up at Jonah. He takes a sip of his coffee. "May your slave ask a question, Master?" Jonah goes to sit on His side of the bed. "Yes, boy, My slave may ask a question," he cheerfully says.
"Master, is something planned for this morning?"
"Why are you asking?"
"Because, Master, if there's time, Your boy is thinking it needs to tell about what happened with Roger."
"And why is it time now, boy? I'm asking just to learn about you, like I told you last night."
"Understand, Master. It's because all of a sudden those things are coming to mind and making Your boy hurt inside with the pain it should have felt when all that was happening."
"What was the boy feeling back then when he was Roger's cocksucker?"
"just numb, Sir. Just doing it to serve him, Master. It was just the normal part of his life. Go to classes. Do homework. Blow Roger, and then some other things besides."
`I've asked about those other things before but you've never told Me much."
"Was scared to, Master."
"but you're not scared now, boy? Why is that?"
"Because of last night, Master. Because You keep the boy safe."
"So . . now let me get this right . . .. since I keep My boy safe, the boy can feel safe to tell? Is that it?"
"Perfect, Master! Yes."
"So let Me decide where you'll be when you tell Me these things . . . . . . I've got it!"
"where do You think Your boy should be when he's telling You these things?"
"in My arms, Timmy, in My arms. So you can feel Me keeping you safe in your body, and helping take away the pain that's in you."
"inside pain hurts worse, Master,"
"Oh, I know, baby. So anyway, finish up your coffee and let Me hold you again the way I did last night."
"would You like Your boy to suck Your cock before, Master?"
"No, I think I'll use You for My pleasure afterwards because that's like taking You even deeper than before. Using My cock to fill up the space you emptied out by telling your Master about your past shame and heartbreak. So come here, boy. Cuddle down on Me."
Once in place, Timmy finds it easy to begin because he really wants to get all of this out of himself. "So we were paling around a lot and having good times and lots of fun, especially when we were with others because it turned me on that our friends didn't know that I suck Roger's cock all the time and I liked having that secret. And I guess it got started when we would smoke a lot of weed. So once he was ordering me around, telling me the way he wanted me to suck him that time, and he told me that he wanted me to start to lick his balls and put them in my mouth too, and he kept bringing it up until finally one night I did it. He went wild about it.
The next thing was that he wanted me to shave his balls and I was happy to do that so I wouldn't keep getting his hairs in my mouth. So from then on it was my job to keep his balls shaved. He didn't care about mine. He had no interest in my privates and he started making me wear my underpants to cover myself up with because he caught me stoking myself while I was sucking him and he got pissed. "Pay attention to only my cock. Put yours away and take care of it later on your own."
"I'm surprised you didn't just punch him in the balls when he told you that. But then again, you were already serving as his submissive. Damn. Him making you wear underpants back then is the same thing as me locking up your cock in a little cage so you can't get hard. Same idea. Same humiliation. And actually, it was more difficult for you with him because your cock was still accessible and was probably getting hard anyway."
"right, Master. Want to get hard now too, Master, but Your boy can't. It's dick is locked up. But anyway, then he wanted me to go past his balls and back between his legs."
"his taint."
"Yes, Master."
"I like it when you lick Me there and kiss Me there. You should do that more often, boy."
"Yes, Master. Your boy promises You, Sir."
"So is there anything else?"
"um. .. .three other things he made me do, well four if you count licking his feet."
"then continue . . "
"Yes, Master. So anyway, little by little things got added. Eventually he ended up making me lick his ass, even when he hadn't showered and that was really gross."
"Shit, boy. You're My fucking slave and I wouldn't make you do that even now, boy. That was fucking sick."
"Still worse, Master, when he pissed I had to hold my finger in the stream near the bottom of the bowl and let it splash around my finger, then one night he made me put my finger in my mouth to suck his piss off it."
"Good training to become My urinal, slave. So that's all pretty wild. But there's another thing, right?"
"Right. This happened only once, right near the end of the semester. He told me to come to his room and when I got there a friend of his was there too playing with his cock right out there in the open. He told me to "be a good boy and go show my friend what a good cocksucker you are for me."
"wow. that did it. you'd become his slave. Shit. Last night I didn't even think of offering you to William to suck his dick. Out of the question with that guy, and now I'm damn glad I didn't make you blow him."
"thank You for that, Master. So anyway, that was the end of it all. You know what happened the night before graduation. And then I was on my way here. So that's the whole story of all the things he did to me."
"That's right. He was taking total charge of you in his own inexperienced way. But that doesn't come close to the real thing, does it, faggot? I'm the real thing. I'm the one who's taken total charge of you, and always will. And so now that you've told Me everything you needed to tell Me, get down on My cock and let Me take all of that over, because I'm your true Master. He was just warming you up for Me. Think of it that way. That when you remember serving him I want you to tell yourself you were doing that because I wanted you to, even if you didn't know me then."
Timmy takes the crown of Jonah's cock and pays homage to it with his nose then his tongue and finally his entire mouth and proceeds to service his Master's cock exactly the way he's been trained to over so many nights and so many positions. The most difficult time the slave had doing it was when they were in a Master's swimming pool and Jonah made him suck his hard cock when it was underwater. That time turned out to be a disaster and the brat slave got the strap in public in front of Master's guests after that but it wasn't Jonah's strap; it was something not as severe. But it still hurt plenty, and the Doms enjoyed watching how the slave took the punishment.
One of them filmed it, as a matter of fact, but the slave hasn't seen it. Jonah determines which bdsm demonstration clips the slave gets to see. The ones he prefers were not nearly as over-the-top brutal as commercial porn. These were privately made featuring true Masters and true slaves and are shared among Doms in their organization. Anyway, Jonah has already let Timmy know that other Doms have enjoyed watching him in some films. This is all far too remote for him to be able to process or get off on.
And so Jonah stops talking so He can drink up every drop of pleasure His slave is giving Him with its well-trained mouth and tongue and He gets completely lost in the sensations going through His body. He continually whispers obscenities directed at Timmy: slave, faggot, cocksucker, urinal, bitch, boy, houseboy, slut, and words that don't even exist yet.
And finally, when He does shoot His semen down the slave's throat he shouts, "I fucking own you, faggot. Drink Me down." and He goes wild for a bit then crashes and once He's collapsed again, Timmy dutifully and humbly licks His groin clean.
Then the usual morning routine, but this morning Jonah wants to piss on His faggot to mark it again, and he also orders the slave to keep its mouth open so He could shoot piss at it as well. Not to swallow His morning piss. Just to taste it. And then not get to brush its teeth so the taste will stay with it. Jonah is very creative like that. Constantly finding more ways to take away any traces of pride in the boy. There's always something that needs to be eliminated as much as possible.
Jonah is completely dressed by the time Timmy crawls out of the bathroom. "Stand up and put these things on." He's got the boy's jeans, black t-shirt, heavy socks and boots laid out for it to put on. "I'm taking you to a brunch. The three guys at the table with me in the bar that night. You know Master Zeke quite well now" he says, winking, "Henry and Keith were helping us spit on you. None of that at the brunch. We're going to a perfectly respectable gay bistro in the ghetto. Zeke is also bringing Zach.
"You might be the only slave, at least collared slave from what I know. If there's a guy at the table dressed like you, then it's a slave even if it's not collared yet. They're all looking forward to seeing you now that you've had some training and I've decided to keep you. They'll like seeing how much progress I've helped you make to become what you were born to be: MY slave. And also, you'll get to drink out of your own glass or bottle. I won't allow you to drink alcohol, but I'll give you a gummy to eat when we're in the car to mellow you out. The rule is that you keep your eyes lowered and only speak when asked something. And I'll order what you'll eat and drink."
It doesn't escape Timmy that his Master is letting him know this just as they're preparing to go. He realizes that he's going to have to think that way, only for the moment, instead of making plans ahead of time and fretting about them. Ironically, however, that's not the reason the slave is only finding out about it now. Jonah had been planning to go to the brunch.
It's only just this morning that He decided to bring the slave along. The others were encouraging it because they wanted to see this new version of the kid in the corner, but Jonah only decided in light of what happened last night and how things had built up to be that critical.
Nonetheless, Jonah probably will never give the slave news of advanced plans, especially since the boy still has a tendency to fret needlessly over what's going to happen or even what will probably never ever happen. The boy's just a worrier. That's a hard thing to break. It's not his fault. It's just the way he was formed.
Just as well, by the way. They're not even out the door and already the slave is beginning to feel nervous. "My Master will keep me safe," he keeps repeating to himself as a way of calming himself down.
END OF CHAPTER SIXTEEN
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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