XVII.
Before th
ey get in the car to head to the brunch, Jonah orders the slave to open His door and let Him in first and only then to get in the passenger seat. "You know how to drive, boy?" He asks the slave. "Yes, Master. Used to have my own car to get to school but when my father found out I was gay, he repossessed the car. Am a good driver, Sir. Never had a ticket."
"Good, because I intend to have a few drinks at brunch. You'll be the designated driver, maybe for a couple friends as well."
"Yes, Master."
On the way to the bistro Jonah decides to let Timmy know about Zach, how he's not really Zeke's nephew but his slave. "Zeke is playing a game. He wants to see if you'll fall for Zach thinking he's a Dom and not a sub. I'm telling you this because I don't like the fact that Zeke's playing with your head. Anyway, for the time being show Zach all the respect you will show the rest of us. Just don't fall for the trick they're playing on you."
Timmy's respect for Jonah just climbed a lot higher. "My Master keeps me safe," he says, and then kisses Jonah's hand when He reaches out to pat the boy on the cheek. Timmy is getting to love these little taps that his Master keeps giving him.
"That's right, boy. That's my job. Your job is to do whatever you're told to do, no matter what. My job is to protect you even from My own friends at times. The other night they were all abusing you because you just looked so pathetic down in that corner. But now you're My property, and that means that no one else fucks with you without My approval. For the most part, they'll just treat you like one of the gang. I'm telling you now to keep your eyes down and your mouth shut unless someone addresses you. Break that rule and you know what will happen."
"yes, Master. Your slave will be on its best behavior."
"Good, because I want to bring you around with Me a lot. Show you off. Besides, I'm starting to enjoy your companionship. I don't see you as some dumb pup with no brain. That doesn't appeal to me at all. I wasn't sure what to make of you that night I found you, but I've found out a lot more about you since then. You've got a good mind and I don't intend to try to shut it down all the time. When I want to limit you in some way, I'll make it perfectly clear. But now, you're just one of the group. A quiet boy, sure, but not some idiot or zombie. If you were an idiot, you'd already be back out on the street selling your ass for attention. Got it, faggot?"
"Yes, Master, this boy's mind will be mostly set on serving You in as many ways as possible. This boy needs someone to serve."
"Yes, you do. Do you realize now that's what you were doing with Roger back in school? Serving him?"
"To a point, Sir, yes."
"Only to a point?"
"Well, only concerning sexual things, Master. The rest of the time we were just good friends, at least until the last year when he started looking down on me."
"I'm interested to find out how the guy turns out. Will he actually end up being a Dom? Will he get married to a woman? If you ask Me, I'd bet that guy is actually gay but has a lot of internalized homophobia. If he didn't, he would have been a lot nicer to you last year. He had to keep you at a distance emotionally because you represented something to him that he feared, even though he let you suck his cock all the time. What do you think, Timmy?"
"Master, I never gave it much thought because I was just sad that he was only using me to service his dick but otherwise had actually ended all the good times we used to have together."
"Well that thing he made you do with his piss was way over the top for a gay guy that young. Most young gay guys think that kind of stuff is disgusting. Damn! Actually, most gay guys would think you're disgusting because you drink My piss. Hell, they'd think I'm disgusting as well because I'm making you do it. They don't get much about bdsm and they wouldn't want to. We're the subculture in the midst of a huge subculture."
"Only a few guys like us around, Master?"
"Not true, boy. There's a large and active gay bdsm community in this city. Didn't you know that when you decided to come here?"
"No, Master. I just was concerned about finding a place that was gay-friendly. Didn't think about the other stuff much, Sir."
"But you saw the leather flag hanging over the door of the bar, right?"
"Yes, Master. It intrigued me. I don't know if You realized this, Master, but I had been wearing sandals when I got there. When I saw the flag it made me think it might be good to be barefoot."
"Already humiliating yourself a bit, boy. Good instinct. I bet a lot of men noticed you were barefoot—before all the crap with William took place."
"I could see them looking at my feet when I was making my way to the end of the bar where William was sitting. It was hot."
Jonah smiles at him. "Maybe I should have you be barefoot now, leave your boots in the car. But no, this is a gay establishment but I don't think they're open to kinky shit. Henry's related to the owner. I'll have to check it out with him to see what the prevailing mood is."
Timmy just nods his head. Jonah takes his hand and kisses it. "What was that for, Master?"
"Just appreciating the fact that I can use big words around you, boy."
Timmy giggles then points to himself "College graduate, Master!"
"Probably the only boy urinal in the entire senior class, faggot," says Jonah, dispelling the slave's pride a bit.
"Yes, Master, that too," says Timmy a lot less proud. "But not the only faggot."
"You sure about that?"
"Think so, Master. This faggot got to suck several cocks in the library bathroom, Sir. I know that doesn't mean they were gay, but there's a good possibility."
"How about your roommate? Did he know you were gay?"
"No, Master. We hardly ever spoke to one another. He was hardly ever there and even when he was, he was usually on the phone or playing video games."
"Interesting. I'm surprised they didn't make any effort to pair off guys according to interests in that place. I know my alma mater had always done that. I had gay roommates all the time I was there. In fact, Keith was my roommate senior year. We had a lot of fun together. We had a couple twinks we used to spit roast. Know what that is, boy, spit roasting?"
"Think I can imagine it, Sir. One of you on each end, right?"
"That's right, faggot. In fact, I think I'll talk to Keith about us doing it to you, slave."
"You can do whatever You want to do with Your slave, Master."
Jonah chuckles. "You said that with such hope in your heart, boy. Yeah. Keith in your mouth and Me up your ass. Some time real soon."
"Only You up Your slave's ass, Master?"
"For now, boy. A time will come when I want to share it, or maybe even sell it to others."
Timmy gets silent, thinking about what that will be like.
"Stop, boy. Live in the present. Don't start making up scenarios that will frighten you." Jonah can easily predict what the boy's going to do with that information.
"Trying, Master. It's hard sometimes."
"Live in the present, slave."
"Yes, Master."
Jonah parks the car right in front of the bistro. As ordered, Timmy gets out first and goes to open Jonah's door for him. Henry is standing there watching the whole scene. "got you trained, faggot?"
"yes, Sir," replies Timmy as the slave closes Jonah's door. Jonah hands him the car keys. "Hold these,"
"Yes, Master. Designated driver." Timmy smiles at him and follows him into the bistro. The other guys are seated at a large round table.
One other boy is there dressed like Timmy only not collared. "Look at what's around that boy's neck," Keith says to the boy. "One day maybe you'll have one like that."
The boy doesn't respond, not sure if this relationship will go that far. He's in a lot of pain at the moment and it's distracting him. Got caned this morning for dropping and breaking a plate. 6 strokes. "I can't handle betting punished like this," he's thinking to himself so he doesn't respond to Keith and just stares at Timmy's neck while the slave is seating Jonah and then taking its own seat next to Him.
Henry greets Jonah. "Hey Jo, see you brought the boy with you. I'm just checking: are his pants dry this time? That gets a round of laughter and Timmy blushes but says nothing.
"what did you decide to name it?" asks Keith.
"Kept its own name—Tim—but call it Timmy—better name for a boy, don't you think? How about yours? Jonah asks Keith.
"For now, it's just `boy'. Not sure what it will be in the future if it sticks around." Keith uses his hand to raise the boy's chin. "No collar yet. And hey Jonah. I really like that collar. Get it at Evander's?"
"Of course," answers Jonah. "All my stuff comes from Evander's. It's always been a favorite of mine, and it's been expanded recently. You should check it out. You might find other things to use on the boy if you decide to keep him."
"Caned the faggot this morning for making a mess in the kitchen. I figure I might as well go for broke. Six of the best. If It sends the boy running away, it'll save me a heck of a lot of trouble." Keith has never been able to keep a submissive very long. Jonah can well understand why and winces looking at the pain in the boy's face. The kid looks young. Too bad he ended up with Keith.
Zeke, however, also is surprised at Keith's severity. And Zeke tends to be rough with subs Himself, but not to that degree. "Six?" He asks. "Intense." "Boy" looks into Zeke's eyes and Zeke suspects the boy is begging for help. "And the kid didn't safe word you? Must really be into pain, then."
"In my house a sub doesn't get a safe word until it's willing to be collared. The boy got what it deserved."
"that sounds kind of backwards," says Zeke, not hesitating to challenge a guy when it's warranted.
"How so backwards?" Keith counters.
"The safewords should be in place before anything else even gets to begin, as far as I'm concerned. And you know I can be rough with a sub. Right, Timmy?" Zeke decides to get Jonah's slave into the conversation. "Yes, Master Zeke," Timmy answers.
"No wonder he can never keep anyone for long," Jonah whispers to Timmy, who fights not to giggle at the remark.
"I look at it this way, Keith. If a sub has safe words in place, the Dom doesn't have to guess whether or not he's coming on too strong. I gave this slave its safe words because that way I can try anything I want, knowing I won't break the sub's spirit heedlessly."
It's pretty obvious that the other three guys are all a little shocked at what Keith did to the kid.
"May I ask it a question?" asks Jonah.
"Sure. I told boy it has to answer any questions put to it."
"How old are you, boy?" Jonah asks.
"Almost 19, Sir."
"College boy?"
"No, Sir. Going to trade school, Sir."
"for what?"
"To become an electrician. My Dad can get me into the union."
"good for you. Do you still live at home, boy?" Jonah wonders whether the boy is free to leave Keith if things get too far out of hand.
"Most of the time, Sir."
Jonah is beginning to feel protective. "Keith, may I take the boy in the back so I can see the results?"
Keith knows exactly what Jonah is referring to. "Maybe later. Or maybe I'll bring boy over to you after brunch is over and you can view it naked. Maybe beat your slave so their asses can match."
"I'd never give Timmy six of the best, Keith," replies Jonah. "As much as I believe in the use of corporal punishment to train a slave, My strap gets the desired results without wounding the boy. The trick is to deliver enough of a beating to punish a slave when needed without driving it away by going too far. It's a delicate balance. Takes sensitivity and skill."
Zeke decides it's time to change the subject. "hey, are any of you planning to go to the club tomorrow night? I understand they're bringing in some Czech boys who are over here working for the summer as models for Spatz? Seven of them, from what I was told. One prettier than the other. Karl—that's the guy who owns Spatz—wants to drum up some interest. I understand he's looking for Doms for some of the scenes. You'd be good for it, Keith, although I don't think he'll allow you to mark up the boys much. Maybe Karl can turn you into a porn star."
"Why do you think I'd be good for it?"
"Because you look like a Russian Overlord, and you've got a strong sadistic streak. I'm sure Karl could come up with some awesome scenarios."
Henry cracks of over that remark. "that's rich, Zeke. And you're right. Keith does have the look."
"Besides," adds Jonah, "the club is 21+ so you won't be able to bring `boy' with you, Keith. Maybe one of the Czech kids is into being caned or otherwise tortured by a bully Dom."
Keith doesn't seem to realize that Jonah's getting on his case. The other guys do, however. Henry chuckles then says to Keith, "Karl would break your arm if you tried to mark up one of his imported models," Henry warns, "so watch yourself, dude."
"Who the hell ever wants to see a sub whose body doesn't have some war wounds?" asks Keith. It says so in the Bible, you know: `A slave should never be without welts,' it says. He grabs boy's neck and not gently either. boy squirms to get away from his hand. "Pull away from me again, faggot, and I'll rub some Ben Gay on your ass to ignite some more flames in your miserable body, then fuck you hard." boy flinches.
Timmy looks at him and wishes he could do something. He leans over to whisper to Jonah. "Master, do You think You might rescue the boy?" "I'm considering it. Trying to figure out how to do it without angering Keith because Keith will surely take it out on the kid. Besides, I'm not all that sure the boy is legal despite what he told you. Wouldn't put it past Keith not to check. I think twinks should always have their birth certificates on them to prove their age."
The waiter comes by to take their orders. Drinks have already been served. This waiter really knows what he's doing. Goes right around the table beginning with Zeke, the oldest. Jonah orders the house special "breakfast pie" for himself and apple pancakes for the slave and an order of cranberry juice for the boy to drink.
"Cranberry juice?" asks Zeke. "that'll make the boy piss good. Sure you want to risk it, considering the boy's history?" He laughs at his own remark.
"Very funny, Zeke," says Jonah, laughing along. "The only piss we play with in My house is Mine," he says, and the other guys get the message right away. Timmy blushes yet again.
"Already trained it to swallow? asks Henry.
"someone else had already broken it in for Me. I just reap the benefits, Henry."
"You gonna share the slave's talents with your buddies, Jonah?
"I haven't made any decisions about that yet, at least until I've trained it to My liking," answers Jonah.
"You cage it yet," he asks.
"Of course. First thing I did to the kid so it knew where it stood. Last time I took a chance with a sub the kid jerked his cock when I wasn't looking, shot a load, and then didn't want to play any longer. Wasted night. Now when I bring a sub home it gets caged right away. Any objection, I call an Uber to take the boy back where it came from."
"Who the hell ever allows a sub to toy with its own dick?" asks Zeke.
"Not mine. Any sub has to learn that there's only one cock that matters and it's not the one between the sub's legs. If it needs to get off to feel satisfied, then it's not a true sub. Not the way I see it," says Jonah. "right, boy?" He asks Timmy.
"Right, Master," says Timmy blushing again. So he figures the other guys know he's caged and that he serves Jonah as His urinal. Funny thing, the slave realizes, he's glad the other guys know. Proud of it, even. Especially with `boy' there, hopefully learning something about being a sub.
"I have this friend who cages his slave and when it needs to piss, he makes it squat in the back yard," Henry tells him.
"Think I know who that is. I've heard of it myself," adds Jonah, "but I'm not doing that . . yet. I have my own favorite way to let my slave take a piss."
"Gonna tell us?" asks Keith.
"If you bring boy over to My place when we leave here, I'll show you, Keith."
"Deal," says Keith. He grabs `boy' by that back of its neck. "I'm sure this faggot can learn something by watching a well broken-in slave serve its Master and His buddy." Jonah thinks this might be a good way to get boy to his house and then maybe make a move to liberate him. But then the young slaveboy speaks up.
"I . . I . . . can't go there today. I . . . . . I'm gonna have to be leaving straight from here," says boy, daring to raise his voice. "It. . .it's my Dad's birthday and we're having a special dinner for him tonight. I promised my Mom I'd help with it."
"Shit, kid. You didn't tell me that. I'll be damned if I'm gonna leave my buddies to have to drive you back home. Why the fuck didn't you tell me, you stupid fucking faggot." Keith is pissed now and slaps the boy in the back of his head. The boy looks like he's about to cry. It's obvious to Jonah that the kid just wants to get away from Keith. Apparently the boy's reached his limit.
"Calm down, Keith. I'll get the boy home," says Jonah. He hands His phone to Timmy. "I'll tell you what, Keith. I'll have my boy call an Uber for the kid. Get the boy off your hands." To Timmy He whispers, "Take the boy out and get him set up. Make sure he has My phone number." Jonah suspects this kid is going to need some TLC and real soon.
"Yes, Master," says Timmy, and gets up from the table. He walks around to where boy is sitting. "Come with me, boy. I'll get you home," he says. It's obvious that the boy is in a great amount of pain when he tries to stand up. Timmy takes him by the arm and helps him up. They walk out to the street.
"Damn, I'm sorry, I really don't need to get home. I just needed to get away. Fuck, I'm really hurting from what that bastard did to me."
"So what's your name?" Timmy asks.
"Barry," the guy says.
"so what do you want to do, Barry? I'm not sure what I should do here."
"Just pretend you got me all set with an Uber. I'll walk from here. I have a friend who lives near by. I'll go see him."
"Did Keith give you anything for pain, or put any kind of ointment on your ass?"
"No. Nothing. And it really hurts."
"I can only imagine. My Master would never do that to me, even if I was I a lot of trouble."
"You're lucky. I guess I just hooked up with the wrong guy."
"How'd he find you?"
"hook-up app."
"Oh. Well, I hope this teaches you to be a lot more careful. But who am I to say that? Some day I'll tell you what happened to me. Here's take my Master's phone number. He wants you to have it in case you need anything. You know, Barry, if you want to come over later, I'm sure my Master will take a look at your ass and help ease the pain. He's really good at that."
"thanks dude. I think I'm turned off to the idea of being submissive. I'm glad you've got a good Master. I'm glad to know they're not all brutes."
"I'll say, Barry. So you take care. Don't forget my offer. I'm sure my Master will take care of you. But I have to ask you. Are you really over 18?"
"yes, Timmy. I swear."
"Well, I'm gonna go back inside now. You take care. Call us later If you need any help or it the pain is too great. ."
"Thanks a lot, Timmy. I'm sorry I dragged you out here under false pretenses."
"No problem, dude. Glad I could be of help. And you were smart to get away from that guy even if you had to make up a tale." He says goodbye and goes back inside. The food has just been brought to the table and Timmy's really hungry now.
"He get off okay?"
"Yes, Master. All set." Then he whispers "Long story. Tell you later." Timmy hands Jonah back His phone. Jonah didn't set up Timmy's new phone yet.
END OF CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
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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