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They all wore shy smiles as they took their place on eight posing platforms that had been set up for them. All except for one had were either smooth-chested or shaved smooth, all with the same haircuts except for one of the twinks who had a bald head. Each of them had a different pose, and it was clear that they'd been prepared for this back at the studio. One of them was actually groveling and there were marks apparently made by a riding crop on his shoulders and back. One actually held a crop and was posed as if he were about to keep beating the boy who was bowed to the ground.
A third boy had his hands cuffed behind his back while the hirsute fellow was attaching clips to his nipples. The fifth and sixth were both kneeling and the last two were making out, hungry for each other. All in all it was a very attractive presentation, but that's all it was. Photographers took pictures of the boys and then Karl herded them out of the club.
The guys who attended were pissed. They thought they were going to get to interact with the Czechs, but this was simply a promotional thing. Karl passed out discount cards they could use to buy time on AllOurFans, but that was the extent of it.
The best thing about the whole fiasco was that Jonah got to fool around with both Barry and timmy for a while. He didn't even let them stop making out when Karl's posse showed up. As they were leaving, Anthony called Jonah aside. "I see the boys are getting well acquainted," he said.
"I figured that Barry could benefit from some affection and My boy from the humiliation of being forced to make out with a fellow sub boy. I can picture a number of interesting possibilities for the two of them if we ever get them together again," He remarked.
"Well then, I'd be happy—relieved even—if you took both boys home with you. I'll give you carte blanche as far as what you do with Barry. I'm looking around for someone to give the boy to permanently, but until then I'd be most grateful if you took him under your wing for a while. Especially since both you and your boy were willing to step in and help the boy get free from Keith."
"I want to discuss it with my slave first. Help me get the boys loose and I'll take Timmy aside and discuss it with him."
"Interesting, Jonah, that you'd even think of discussing it with the slaveboy. Apparently he's quite special to you," Anthony remarks while they're separating the two. Once they're done, Anthony takes Barry aside while Jonah brings Timmy into an alcove.
"I've been asked to bring Barry home with us for a temporary stay and maybe to give the boy a bit of conditioning while his uncle looks for a permanent Master for him. I want to know your honest thoughts about the matter," He tells His slave.
"My thoughts, Master? My thoughts are that You are the Master and You make the decisions. If You want a second slave, that's Your right. Besides, your slave likes the boy and thinks it might be fun to have him around for a while. As long as . . . " Timmy stops there.
"As long as what, boy? Don't hold back right now."
"I'm afraid to sound selfish, Master."
"I'm giving you permission to be a little selfish right now. This isn't anything I ever considered and I want to be absolutely sure you'll be able to deal with it, because it changes a lot of things. You're the one who will have to share Me with the beginner boy. So what were you going to say . . .as long as . . what?"
"As long as You only fuck the slave You own, Master, and not some other boy, and as long as Your real slave is the only one who gets to drink Your piss." Timmy shocks himself when he hears himself saying these things. He's practically begging to be Jonah's urinal despite the fact that it's still something he struggles to accept. Wow.
"Okay then, Timmy. You're My slave, totally and permanently. This is too new for both of us to have to deal with too many changes, especially not introducing a new slaveboy in training. I'll let Anthony know My decision about this. Get down and grovel right here, boy, until I come back to get you."
Jonah is glad He spoke to Timmy about this. Sure, they're Master and slave. Nonetheless, they're a team. Jonah's not about to make arbitrary decisions that might disrupt the progress they're making. That's simply not his style. He knows for sure that other Masters might just do whatever the hell they want and the slaves have to accept their decisions. Maybe it will be like that for them further on down the road, but right now Jonah realizes that He doesn't want to do anything that might interfere with what's going on between Him and this boy who means so much to Him.
He catches Anthony's eye and beckons him over. "Anthony as exciting as it might sound for Me to be a temporary Master for your nephew, I'm going to have to turn down your request. It's just not a good time to tinker with what I have with My slave. Not now. I'm sorry to disappoint you but I've got to give all My attention to My slave with no other distractions."
"As disappointed as I may be, Jonah, I have to say that I really respect your reason for turning down my request. Hopefully I'll find a situation for Barry that will work out for him in the long run." And with that they shake hands and promise to get together sometime soon, maybe after Anthony's found a suitable situation for his nephew.
"Jonah goes back to where Timmy is groveling on the ground. "Kneel up, faggot. Your Master has to piss. Take out My cock and get your mouth around it, boy." While Timmy is drinking Jonah's piss, He tells the slave that He decided not to take Barry home with Him. "You require all My attention and energy. You're more than enough to handle. I don't want to be distracted by the presence of another sub. I'm sure the boy's uncle will find someone interested in taking on a baby slave."
All Timmy's attention is on serving Jonah as His urinal. He finds it very difficult to gulp down the mouthfuls of piss without spilling any while Jonah keeps it flowing into the slave's mouth. He still has trouble accepting the fact that he's being used this way despite the fact that just a little while ago he was more or less begging his Master for it.
Finally Jonah is finished and the slave cleans His slit and waits for Jonah to be satisfied enough to pull out of its mouth.
"Let Me see you lick your lips, slave, like you'd just had a treat. I know you're struggling to serve Me this way. That pleases Me to see how you surrender to My desire to use you this way."
Timmy has so many emotions going through it that it can barely contain them all. First and foremost, relief that Jonah is finished pissing, then pride that it took the Master's piss without spilling any. Shame that it's being subjugated this way. Regret that it actually didn't want anyone else drinking down Jonah's piss.
Relieved that the Master didn't invite anyone else to watch the way He was using His slave. Annoyance at how the taste will stay in its mouth until Jonah decides to let it brush its teeth again. Disappointment that Barry won't be with them. Confusion at how much it enjoyed making out with Barry—the first time the slave has kissed anyone other than its Master and it's playing with its emotions.
Relieved that Barry won't be with them taking the Master's attention away from it. Falling more deeply in love with Jonah because Jonah was kind enough to discuss the matter before making His decision. Feeling important that its opinion mattered to the Master at all.
Jonah, sensitive as ever to His slave's emotional condition, reaches down to run His hands through the slave's hair, once again deciding that He's not going to have the slave's head shaved bare. He stays there for a good long time then says, "Stand up when your mind has settled down, boy, and I'll take you home. I want to be alone with you. I want to know what you've been thinking. You can tell Me while I use a whip on you to help loosen your tongue.
"Make sure you don't keep any thoughts to yourself. Don't forget what I keep telling you, faggot: not only do I want your body naked, I want your mind laid bare for Me as well. You can own nothing, slave: not even your thoughts. They belong to Me. All of them."
The slave cannot stand up. The Master's words have pushed its head to the ground, and it grovels there, kissing His boots until at last Jonah pulls on the leash and leaves the club, towing His slave. Doms and subs alike witness what is happening. The Doms wish they had Jonah's power, while the subs wonder what it would be like to be owned that way, and if they could ever endure it. Barry stands there with his Uncle, who made him put his jeans back on.
Anthony puts his hand on the boy's shoulder and says, "someday, dear boy, that could be you if you really want what you think you want. Only time will tell." Barry watches and begins to understand why Jonah would not bring him along. No one could share a piece of what they have together.
Meanwhile, as Timmy sits naked in the car, still swimming in subspace, Jonah speaks quietly but with His customary authority. "When I get you home, I'm going to whip you until you tell me everything that's on your mind. You can begin now and save yourself some pain. Whatever comes into your head you are to speak out loud."
"Fear of the pain, Master. Needing it. Public humiliation. Kissing the boy." Then he goes quiet and Jonah understands how deeply He's affected the boy. "Yes, you need the pain, faggot. Deserve it. That's why I intend to whip you. Nothing will be public although I'll post pictures of your body after I've marked it the way I plan to. The boy is the second person you've kissed. I assume I was the first. There will be more when I find someone I'll allow you to kiss. There won't be many, I assure you, boy. Lots of cocks, sure, but very few lips. Lips are more personal to a faggot like you than cocks. Lips are a treat. Cocks are a necessity for a slave. You're even going to be sucking the cocks of other slaves while your own cock is locked up. I am going to make you the lowest of them all. That's how I want you, Timmy."
"Please, Master, please," whispers Timmy through his tears as they begun to flow again. "So hard, Master."
"What is so hard? Certainly not your useless little dick, boy."
"Hard to drink You, Master. Crushes all pride."
"that's why I make you do it. That's how I know you are willing to be broken however I want. That's why Masters turn their slaves into urinals. A slave crosses a big line when it first swallows its Master's piss. It changes the slave. Strips it of false dignity."
"False dignity, Master? Don't understand."
"You had false dignity when you were getting spit on by My friends that night. You tried to act as if you were resisting it when actually your inner slave wanted to throw itself on the ground and beg them to drown you in their spit, but you were torn. That was your false dignity that prevented you from doing what you really wanted to do. Now you're a piss-drinker, a urinal. All that dignity is gone. You're not fighting with yourself any longer, trying to hang on to some shred of self-respect. You're a boy who drinks a man's piss. Your Master's piss. The piss of the Man who's going to whip you tonight."
"Scared, Master, when kissing Barry."
"What were you scared of?"
"Falling in love, Master."
"But you've already fallen in love, slave. With the first Man you kissed. With Me. I know that. You won't fall in love with anyone else while you're in love with Me. If you did you'd lose Me forever. But I understand why you were confused. You two were really getting into it, just as I wanted to see happen. I mainly watched you, watched what you look like when you're acting like a common whore. But that's all it was: two whores making out, both of you shocked that you were getting into it so much. That's not love, faggot. That's just common sluttery. You were both acting like sluts. No love there, boy. Only endorphins."
"What about Barry, Master?"
"I can't say anything about it because I know very little about Barry. Barry knows very little about Barry. It could have been anything. Who knows, maybe he was falling in love with you. If he was, it won't last for long. He'll probably fall in love with the next guy who spanks his little ass. Besides, he really wants to be his uncle's slave, but Anthony won't even consider it. I'll bet Barry has wanted that since puberty started. I bet that the first time Barry ever jerked off he was thinking of sucking his uncle's dick.
"So don't you bother yourself trying to figure out what's going on with Barry. The only person you should have been thinking about was Me, boy. Your Master. You should have been thinking about how much pleasure you were giving your Master by acting like a slut for His entertainment. If you were truly broken in as My slave, that's how you would have been thinking. Timmy, you have a long, long way to go before you can be that devoted to Me. You're doing fine for now, but it's only the beginning, faggot. Just you remember that. And stop thinking about Barry. He's no longer a part of your life."
"Forever, Master?" "How the fuck do I k now? Besides, you shouldn't be concerned about that. Shit, you really need the whipping you're going to get. Gotta beat some of the poison out of you. We're home." Jonah turns off the car. "Get out and open My door the way I tried to train you before, slave. Then unlock the front door and get your ass down to the dungeon. Grovel there waiting for me."
And so that's the position the slave is in when Jonah gets there, still dressed except for His bare feet. He turns on a blinking red light then goes to His cabinet and takes out a long slender cowhide whip. He cracks the whip and is pleased to see the boy flinch at the sound.
This whip can really sting but as a rule doesn't mark up the body much. He cracks it over the slave's back and Timmy cries out. With that, Jonah begins whipping the slave every 15 seconds, and the boy scampers around trying to escape the lashes. Jonah doesn't care where they fall, He just keeps cracking the whip over the boy.
"So, He says, you have more to tell Me. Speak, faggot. The only time I'm not going to lash you is when you're speaking. That should provide suitable motivation."
"I was relieved that You didn't let anyone watch You give me Your piss, Master." And surely enough, every time Timmy grows silent, the lashes begin again.
"That's good for Me to know, Timmy, that it's very humiliating for you to be seen gulping down My piss."
"Can still taste it, Master," the slave blurts out as it rolls on its back and holds up its legs and hands to block the whip from striking its chest or abdomen.
"I'm aware that I haven't let you clean out yet, slave. I think it's good for you to have the taste of My piss in your mouth when I'm whipping you. It really drives home the message of what you are. . . . . . Come on, faggot, tell Me more!!!!!"
The whip continues to fall and from time to time strikes somewhere that makes the slave scream, like when the whip struck it in the balls. The lashes shock the slave instantly, but the pain does not remain for long. This particular whip is perfect for this kind of activity and Jonah gets exquisite pleasure watching His slaveboy writhing on the ground.
"Resented not being able to see the Czech boys, Master. You never let us stop making out."
"That's right. They weren't there to pose for faggots. They were there to pose for men. That was none of your business. That's why I made sure I kept you occupied. You and your slut friend. And his ass looks a lot better. Anthony did a good job taking care of his nephew.
And with that, Jonah is satisfied that the slave has shared everything. He tosses down the whip and gives a command: "Feet!" He goes to sit in His favorite chair and the sobbing slave hastens to His feet and licks its tears from them as they fall.
This happens to be the best way Jonah knows to calm the boy down after something intense. It really grounds and centers the slave. He was pleased to find out about this early on in their relationship. Besides, He likes getting His feet licked and sucked almost as much as when He gets His cock sucked. Tonight, however, once the slave has calmed down enough, Jonah binds its legs up over its head and fucks the daylights out of it. A fitting end to an intense session for His slave. This slave He loves so much. This slave who loves the way its Master always gives it what it needs in so many creative and demanding ways.
Jonah sits back and watches as His seed oozes from the slave's assaulted hole and only after it is completely emptied out does He unbind the slave and place it in a pool of warm water and tell it what a good boy it's been and how much it has pleased Him. The Master's praise means more to the slave than any other gift it could possibly receive. The Master's praise strengthens the slave's resolve to continually serve Him, no matter what He requires.
END OF CHAPTER TWENTY
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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