XXV.
Nothing seems to ground Timmy better than being down on the ground sucking its Master's toes and licking His feet. Of course, whatever Jonah put in His tea also helped a lot. Anyway, the slave finds this a good time to reflect on what happened tonight.
Timmy realizes he learned 5 important lessons from all this:
First of all, bad things happen to slaves sometimes but he can always count on Jonah to protect him.
Secondly, his Master isn't going to use this as an excuse to preach to him. Jonah had already told him that he did nothing wrong.
Third, he realizes that his Master simply will not criticize a superior to him even when the superior acts badly—like Gleason did tonight.
Fourth, he really is a slave. These things happen to slaves. It was unpleasant but fortunately, he was tough enough to take it.
Fifth, he admits that he was turned on by what was happening until Gleason started getting carried away with himself. Damn, he really is meant to be a slave.
And with that thought the slave loses itself as it pays homage to its Master with its mouth and tongue, and tries to express its gratitude for having been claimed by such a wonderful Man.
He's beginning to doze off when Jonah quietly says, "Come up here with Me, sweet slaveboy. Find your way up into My arms."
Timmy makes his way up off the floor and moves himself up along Jonah's body, kissing and licking along the way. When he gets even with his Master's face, Jonah has His arms behind His head, exposing His armpits. Timmy understands what Jonah wants him to do, so he leans across Jonah's body so he can bury his face in his Master's armpit for a while, sucking and licking until Jonah puts His hand in the slave's hair and gently moves it over to the other armpit. Timmy munches there, adoring the feeling of Jonah's closely-cropped pit hair and eating its smell as if it were a delicious meal.
Jonah pulls the slave's head back and spits into its mouth. Timmy closes his mouth and says "thank You, Master. Thank You for looking out for Your slave before. Thank You for allowing Your slave to taste Your body everywhere."
"Kiss me."
Timmy puts his lips to Jonah's and begins to suck the juices which Jonah salivates into the slave's mouth. Some might think the slave is being further humiliated by being forced to suck its Master's spit from Hi mouth, but the truth is that they are making love to each other in a way that is totally appropriate for each of them, in the way that pleases the both of them, Master and slave, Dom and sub, each in the way they deserve and enjoy the most.
It's always like that. Even when the strap or the whip makes the boy cry, it knows how fortunate it is and it is grateful for the pain, even when it can barely endure it. That's one of the things the boy doesn't like about gay bdsm porn: there's never any evidence that the sub isn't being subjected to the Dom's uncaring cruelty. It almost always appears that the sub is being brutalized by a man who despises him. That's not reality, at least not the reality that Timmy is being introduced to. When at last the boy is allowed to fall asleep, it sleeps in its Master's arms knowing that it will be safe throughout the night and in all the days that follow.
How could the boy possibly withhold any of himself from the Master? How could it not eagerly and gratefully surrender to any of the Master's wishes? How could it not crave the many ways its Master reduces it to tears and sobbing? How could its surrender not be an act of intense and devoted love for a superior being?
That night Timmy dreams of Roger, only in the dream Roger is being affectionate with him while he's sucking Roger's cock. "You're becoming suck a good cocksucker, Timmy," says Roger. "I'm glad you learned how to serve a man's cock by practicing on my tool. I'll never forget how much pleasure you gave me, asking nothing for yourself. Give more pleasure to my dick, Timmy. Learn to serve it like the slave you're probably gonna be for some awesome Dom some day."
And after Timmy drinks down Roger's load after he shoots it into the boy's mouth, Roger lets Timmy cuddle with him---something that never ever happened in real life! As they often say, a dream is wish-fulfillment.
When Timmy tells his Master about the dream the next day, Jonah gets an idea. "I want you to send some pics to Roger to let him know how you're what you've become and how he was the one that got your started as a sex slave."
"I'm afraid of what he will think, Master, of how he'll react."
"It doesn't matter what he thinks. I'll take care of things. It will be good for you, boy."
"If You say so, Master."
"The humiliation will be good for you. As always. I tell you what: I'll let you pick out the pictures you're ready to show him. Just make sure to include a couple pics of you being punished, and of your dick being locked up."
"I wonder if he'll get angry that someone's treating me that way, Master."
"I bet he wouldn't. In fact, I think he'll be turned on to see how you're turning out. Didn't your dream tell you that, boy? That he more or less expected you to become a faggot slave to some Master?"
"It did, Master, but it was only a dream."
"Perhaps. I think it was a message."
"Message?"
"Yes. A message to you of what your old friend was thinking about when you were sucking his cock. I doubt very much he was thinking of women. No. I bet he was imagining you getting spanked or whipped good and hard. I bet he was imagining you sucking down some man's piss like the pig you are."
Timmy sighs, half upset and half turned-on. "You're turning Your boy into a pig, Master."
"No I'm not. You already were a pig when I met you. Fuck, kid: you were cringing in a corner bare-chested in jeans soaked in piss. That's the first glimpse I had of you. That was My first impression. Pig, boy. Pig."
Timmy thinks back and almost dies of embarrassment. "I guess You never suspected that You would be able to love that boy."
"Absolutely correct. But I did realize that you needed love, that you would perish if someone kinky didn't want to take care of you. You never would have survived out there, boy. And in a way you were fucking begging for it. After all, no one made you decide to walk into a leather bar barefoot. You did that to yourself. You wanted to attract attention. The wrong kind of attention. And that's exactly what you got, Timmy. Mind-fucked by William. Publicly humiliated in a most sleazy way. Abandoned and then tossed into a corner like a useless piece of junk. And when WE saw you like that, our first impulse was to spit on you. Face it, kid, it wasn't a question of love at first sight. All I knew was that you needed to be rescued and then broken the right way so you'd learn to avoid the dangerous dudes."
"I guess, Master. Do You think I should have backed away from Gleason on my own, Master?"
"No. If is was just an ordinary scene, you could have told him to go fuck himself and walk away. But it wasn't an ordinary scene. You are My slave and I gave you to him so he could use you. I chose to humiliate you that way. If you had backed off, you would have been disobeying My wishes and there would have been serious and painful consequences. You had no choice, faggot. You were sent to him as a slave."
"What about using a safe word, Master? Could I have done that?"
"You could have, but there's no guarantee he would respect it, or even understand what it meant. And if he ignored it, well THEN you could have backed away. But it was better that I put a stop to it Myself. You just took it like the slave you are. You pleased Me tremendously because you surrendered to his abuse. For Me."
Timmy was overjoyed. He realized what this meant. Once again Jonah was training him to think more like a slave. timmy submitted to Gleason's clumsy abuse not to please Gleason but rather to please the slave's Master. Timmy took it because that's what Jonah wanted. He took it for Jonah.
"Whenever I give lend to another guy, faggot, you have to obey him as a way of obeying Me. Understand? You suck his cock? It's because I want you to suck cock. You take any abuse? It's because you're My slave and I want that. He pisses on you? I want others to mark you like an animal."
As usual, the way Jonah uses words continually keep timmy's inner submissive spinning.
"Whenever I pimp you out, remember you're a slave. Behave. Obey. Submit."
"Pimp you out:" Look at the power Jonah has over this boy who thinks he's meant to be a slave.
As time went on and week followed week, patterns emerged. Now that Jonah had taken the slave's virginity, He liked to fuck it in the morning before showering. That was his favorite time of day to remind the slave He owned it again.
One day, as timmy was crawling into the bathroom to clean himself out, Jonah stopped him. "Forget about it--I don't wanna wait. I don't care if it's messy. We're heading right to the shower after anyway."
Shit, thought timmy. He wants me that badly!
Every day, Jonah pus the boy in a new position. Every day timmy gets raped a new way. Every day it lost another virginity. Timmy's mind and spirit get fucked just a much as his body; the Master owned all of it.
The more Jonah put limits and restrictions to the boy's life, the more He turned the boy into something less than before, but at the same time, He was systematically turning the boy into even more of a slave, and that suited timmy just fine. Very fine. He reveled in feeling like he belonged beneath the Master's feet, like the Master completely subjugated him.
Jonah took timmy's phone away. He rarely allowed the boy to stand up. Jonah limited timmy's vocabulary; some words were forbidden, words such as "I" "my" "mine" "me" "no." When others were present, Jonah would speak about His slave as if it were an object.
And through all this, timmy found freedom by not clinging to any shred of dignity. Strange perhaps, but it was the boy's way of thinking. "I own you. You are My property." Jonah said those words so often. To timmy, these were words which inspired all the love the young twink had to give Him.
Every day timmy fed on the Master's words. Jonah owned every inch of him, inside and out, and every inch of those aspects of the slave's being that weren't always visible: soul, mind, spirit, attitude, personality. Those sorts of things. "I want all of you, faggot!" Jonah would tell him. If Jonah found that His slave was holding back something, or trying to hide, or some was nursing a hidden resentment the slave was punished, and the punishments cut right into the boy's very soul.
Jonah whipped timmy with a special long whip He had mad, just severe enough without being dangerous. "Grovel on the ground. Put your ass in the air. Offer it to Me," He commanded. "I need to remind you what you are, faggot. I need to make sure you are always sore so you can bear the pain for Me just because it pleases Me."
And the lashes would come. Many of them. This whip hurt the slave just the right amount. The slave grunted. The grunts turned into whining. The whining got higher in pitch. Jonah heard the slave break down and start to cry. Sobs followed. Jonah loved hearing it. He loved the way the slave's face broke when it was crying.
Jonah kept whipping him. He watched how the boy's flesh responded. He watched Himself mark the slave's body, stopping just short of bleeding. This wasn't just a game. This was punishment. True punishment. No safe words. This was the best way to control the boy's behavior. Every time He beat His slave until it was sobbing He knew He was burrowing His way more deeply into the slave's being.
He never bound the slave when it was being punished. He wanted willing submission. Sometimes the slave would sit up to stop it for a bit. The slave thought it couldn't take any more. Jonah waited a bit and then, "Get back down, slave!"
Timmy would surrender. He'd collapse his head all the way down on the ground, spread his legs and raise it's ass again waiting fearfully for the beating to continue. Jonah would decide when the slave had enough. Crying and sobbing gave Jonah pleasure. And so He kept whipping His slave.
When He finally stopped, the slave was desperate to serve its Master better. The pain drove its will. With mouth, tongue, and fingers, it pleasured Jonah's feet, dick, balls, asshole, pits, it didn't matter. Anything the Master wanted. Anyhow the Master needed to be served. The slave went wild with crazed hunger and dying of thirst for what only the Master's body could provide.
At first the slave dreaded those times when Jonah said "I have to piss." This was the worst thing. Timmy hated it. It hated being forced to gulp down Jonah's piss. It screamed inside as it heard itself gulp what should rightfully be flushed down the toilet, knowing that it was the Master's toilet, hoping beyond hope that its Master would never offer its mouth and its stomach to another man who wanted to use it this way.
Jonah liked telling him he was His personal urinal. He knew how much it humiliated the slave boy. He knew how it repeatedly broke the slave's spirit and washed away any trace of pride that still remained.
Jonah kept at it. Kept training the slave. Kept molding its mind. Kept inflicting pain because the slave was a pig for it. And as the weeks went by, timmy was happier than he'd ever been in his life. timmy loves Jonah all the more because Jonah loves timmy. What's more, Jonah cherishes timmy. timmy has always loved what Jonah was doing to him---for him, in fact.
(*Don't forget that. Don't forget that this is about voluntary consensual sado-masochism at its best.)
When Roger got the letter Jonah sent him (with timmy's name with the return address) and saw the pictures of what was going on in timmy's life, he wasn't the least bit surprised. The kid's found his calling. In fact, Roger regretted that he never acted on some of the fantasies that ran through his mind when timmy was sucking his cock.
During their senior year, he started keeping his distance from the cocksucker outside the bedroom because his urges to smack the boy around when he wasn't satisfied with the blowjobs got to be overpowering and he was trying to keep them at bay. Damn, what an opportunity he had missed out on! Meanwhile, Roger finally realized that he was kidding himself pretending to be straight so he broke off the engagement with the girl whose heart he had broken.
He was back home on the family farm putting his business degree to good use as his father turned more and more of the administrative work over to him. The farm as a successful enterprise, so this kept him quite busy. When the pictures arrived in the mail, however, he found himself too distracted at times to focus on his work.
He started jerking off while looking at the picture of the welts on timmy's ass after a whipping. He began imagining the sight of timmy mucking out stables stark naked while he was the one responsible for putting the welts on the slave's red ass.
He thought about answering the letter Jonah had put in the envelope inviting him to visit and witness the progress timmy was making as a slave, but he kept putting it off, not wanting to admit that he was gay after all, that he had wanted to own timmy for himself, not because he loved the boy, but because he was addicted to the power he could have over the boy, and the more power he could have, the more he would despise the sick faggot for what it was.
There was no love there. Roger was constitutionally incapable of loving anyone. We won't say much more about Roger and his horny plans to find a submissive lad to hire as a farm hand he could break down the way he had wanted to break timmy down. As you may have figured out, Roger wasn't really a very nice person. We'll just leave him to stew in his own frustrated juices and move on to report about more likeable characters. Like Barry and his Uncle Anthony. Like Zach, Zeke's well-trained and completely devoted faggot slave.
THIS IS THE END OF "JONAH TAKES CHARGE." I HOPE YOU'VE ENJOYED IT.
MY NEXT STORY continues telling the story of a couple of the characters in this one. IT IS ENTITLED
"A Tale of Two Subs." (yes, credit goes to Dickens)
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