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Before he says anything Jonah runs his right hand down the boy's chest and holds his cock and balls in a tight fist. "First thing you have to understand, boy, is that this belongs to me," He says as He squeezes it, and it's not under your control. I'll be locking your dick up in a cage tonight. Have you ever seen a boy who's been locked into chastity?"
"Yes, Sir, and I've wondered what the attraction is."
"You'll have to find out from experience. I want you to think of what's happened so far tonight this way. I found you on your knees in that corner stinking of piss, humiliated and a little frightened as my friends were toying with you and spitting on you. When I looked at you, the first thing that came to my mind was that someone had left you there in that condition no longer caring about you.
I must admit that I thought maybe I might rescue you from that nightmare you were lost in. I also realized that you looked good half naked, humiliated and abused. I saw how you approached my friend Zeke and how your natural demeanor seemed to be submissive, obedient and quite lost with no purpose in life."
"I felt that my life was meaningless, Sir."
Jonah's first instinct was the hit the boy across the face for interrupting, but he reminds himself that this is a total virgin and he must proceed slowly. Of course the boy will be whipped tonight as its introduction to slavery. Perhaps he'll tell the boy it's being punished for interrupting while He was speaking. And yet, at the same time, he realizes that the more information he picks up from the kid, the better he'll be able to rule over it.
"And why was that, Timmy. Why did you feel that way?"
Timmy is silent for a while and Jonah gives him a chance to think things over. "Tell me, boy. Why did you feel like your life was meaningless tonight?"
"I guess it was mostly that I'm still hurting at the way my old friend Roger simply discarded me after using me for so long, calling me a faggot, telling me that he was giving me one last chance to suck his cock and after that he wanted nothing to do with me. There was no one there to celebrate my graduation. My parents disowned me a couple of months ago when the caught me on my knees servicing Roger.
I'd been saving up money because I wanted to escape that place and go where there are more gay people, so I came here, got a room, went to the club and found out that it wasn't for me, wandering around naked like that being preyed upon by old men. I was walking down the street and this old lady told me that everything was going to be fine, but I had no idea how that would ever happen because everything seemed so hopeless.
"I walked into the bar and ended up talking to a man who questioned me a lot and started playing with my head and I started hoping that he wanted to take me home with him, but that wasn't the case. He had made me take my shirt off and that was hot as I stood there before him in a submissive posture I'd been taught at the club, but then he told me that he didn't want me."
"Why did you piss yourself, boy?"
"Because he told me that he wanted to see me do it as a sign of how much I needed to be humiliated. I don't know. It's like he had this strange power over me. But then as soon as I did it, he made me get down on the ground to clean up the mess I'd made with my own t-shirt. While I was doing that I thought to myself that it was exactly where I needed to be: on the ground before a Dom, ashamed and humiliated. But he had disappeared.
Then the bouncer practically threw me in the corner on my knees, my backpack was gone, I had nothing, no money, no phone, practically naked. Then you and your friends came in and sat down and when you all noticed me you decided to have some fun with me. Master Zeke clamped my nipple and it hurt so much. Nothing like that had ever happened to me before, but I went back to my corner and forced myself to take the pain."
"And you discovered something about yourself, didn't you, boy, with your nipple clamped like that."
"yes, Master. Oh no! I'm sorry. I don't know why I just called you Master."
"Maybe because you realize that's what I am, boy? And that means you are . .
"your slave, Master?" For some strange reason this feels so right to Timmy. For the first time since Roger had practically tossed him aside, he felt like he had a purpose. To be Jonah's slave.
"that's what I thought when I saw you, Timmy. That sooner or later that's what was going to happen to you. My buddies actually started talking about it, about maybe turning you over to someone who knows how to handle slaves—maybe even sell you to him. But then Zeke urged me to consider claiming you, told me it was time I took a slaveboy, that this was a perfect opportunity. And so here we are, you riding in the car with me stark naked and I'm taking you home to start breaking you in. That is, if you're sure it's what you want."
"Please, Master? Please give me a try?"
"Sometimes it will be very difficult, boy. I'll keep you naked. I'm going to shave you and make you hairless from the neck down. You're going to be whipped as a way of introducing you to slavery. It's pretty common that a slave gets whipped when taken over by a Master. I'll let you use your safe word the first time. I just want you to feel the lash a bit to help you understand that I have total power over you.
I'm going to lock up your dick in a cage so you can't touch it. You won't even be able to get hard the way you are right now because take a look at yourself, Timmy. I'm telling you what it will be like if I take you as my slave and your dick is hard and leaking! Hard dicks never lie, Timmy. It shows us what you need, that all this talk is turning you on even though it's also frightening you a little."
"It does frighten me, Master, but right now it's taking every ounce of my self-control not to jerk my dick and I think I'd cum right away."
"Well you're not going to get to cum tonight, Timmy. Think about what I just said. If you want to be an ordinary guy, you'd just jerk yourself off right here while I'm driving you to my house. But you're holding yourself back because I told you not to touch yourself. You're holding yourself back because your Master is forbidding you to touch that dick because it doesn't belong to you any more. It's mine and I don't want it to cum. I'm going to lock it up in a cage and that will be the end of things for you tonight."
Timmy sits there breathing heavily. "Why is this turning me on so much?" he asks himself.
"Put your hands behind your head, slaveboy. Keep them away from that leaking cock."
"Yes, Master," says Timmy and much to his dismay tears are falling from his eyes.
"What are those tears telling you, boy?"
"That my whole life just changed, Master. That you're telling me my truth, and I have to surrender to it."
"Good boy."
And with that, Jonah slows his car down and turns into a driveway leading to his house which is set back quite a distance from the road.
"We're home, Timmy. Welcome to your new life." Timmy breaks down and sobs. "That's right, boy. Sob. You're no longer free. You have a purpose now, and that purpose is to be my slave and learn how to serve me. You have nothing to figure out. You have nothing to worry about. You're free from all that, all those decisions that ordinary men have to make about life. I am the one who will figure things out for you. I am the one who will make decisions about your life. I am the one who is going to own you, train you, discipline you and maybe even love you if things work out."
Through his tears, Timmy blurts out, "but what if things don't work out, Master?'
"then I'll give you to someone else who's interested, or maybe sell you. I won't send you out on the streets by yourself again. That's over now."
Jonah pops the trunk. "Get your things out of the trunk. Drop the clothing on the landing at the front door. Bring in the backpack and just drop it on the floor when you enter the house. I'll look through it later and decide what to do with what's in it. I own the backpack now. You own nothing, boy. You are just a naked slave."
Timmy thrills inside in an unknown way as he reacts to what the Master is saying. Jonah seems to have it all together. He can be trusted. Jonah gets out of the car, unlocks the doors and heads into the house, leaving Timmy behind. Soon Timmy enters and drops the backpack. "Down on the ground right away, slave. I don't want you standing. Get used to being on your knees and crawling around. I'll give you some pads to put on your kneecaps so they don't get sore. Whenever I say anything to you, you answer "yes, Master," or "no, Master." That's all you're permitted to say from here on in unless I ask you a direct question. If you slip and say anything you'll get punished. Now follow me into the bathroom. You still need to be cleaned up. You still stink a little of piss. Come, dirty slaveboy."
"Yes, Master."
Jonah leads him into his bedroom and takes off his shirt and pants. "Pull off my boots, boy."
"Yes, Master," says Timmy and takes hold of one boot and pulls it off, then the other.
"Now the socks."
"Yes, Master."
"Sniff my feet and get acquainted with the way they smell at the end of a long day."
"Yes, Master." Timmy puts his head down and takes a sniff.
"More, boy. Take a good solid sniff. Let me hear you inhale my scent."
"Yes, Master." Timmy takes a full sniff.
"Did Roger every make you kiss his feet, boy?"
"No, Master. He tried to get me to do it but I refused."
"Are you going to refuse me as well?"
"No, Master."
"Then kiss them, Kiss each toe on the top. Lightly. I don't want you licking my smelly feet. Too much bacteria."
"Yes, Master," the boys says and does what Jonah ordered.
"The bathroom is through here. Go inside and use the toilet if you need to. Stay sitting there while I go and get some things I'll be needing to get you squared away. " "Yes, Master." Timmy goes inside to an awesome bathroom. He's been so transfixed by what's happening to him that he really hasn't been able to notice how splendid this home is.
Jonah goes and gets a set of leather manacles and a chain to connect them, the knee pads and also brings in is camera in case he wants before and after photos. Good idea, he thinks. Maybe even sent them to that creep back home. He brings this stuff into the bathroom, then says, "I'll be right back. Stay where you are."
"Yes, Master."
He goes into the kitchen and makes two mugs of tea. He puts something into one of the cups, something to relax the boy and mellow him out, make him easily suggestible.
He brings both mugs into the bathroom. He hands the black one to Timmy. "Take this and start sipping it down. I put something in it that will relax you. Make sure you drink it all. And spread your legs, slave. Always keep your legs spread, giving me ready access to those balls."
He stands there sipping his own tea and looking at the boy. "You are a beautiful specimen, Timmy. You'll be even more beautiful when I get all that unsightly hair off your body. Very unbecoming for a slaveboy." One Timmy finishes his tea, Jonah orders him to hold out his wrists. He locks the manacles on them and orders the boy to stand in the tub and raise his arms. He takes the chain and connects the manacles to either side of the shower curtain, leaving Timmy hanging there.
"Do not pull down or you might end up pulling down the whole fixture. It wasn't made to hang a boy from, unfortunately. Understand?"
"Yes, Master." Timmy fights the impulse to tell Jonah that he's not stupid. Best to keep his mouth shut.
"Now it's time to shave you bare, boy. Get you looking like a slave. You can close your eyes if you want. This will get to be a little boring, but it must be done. I can't stand the sight of the hair in your pits and groin. The only hair on your chest is a few hairs around your nipples and they'll be taken off as well.
And so Timmy closes his eyes, feeling very mellow and all the more eager to be stripped of signs of manhood by this Master who clearly knows a lot about how to break in a new slaveboy.
END OF CHAPTER FIVE
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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 Sujugation 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