Warning: this is a terribly cerebral chapter. Easily skipped.
Q hesitated when told to take Brett's cock in his mouth. Brett slapped his face several times.
"What are you resisting? The humiliation? Sanitary reasons? Too worn out to continue serving me? Tell me, slaveboy. And hurry. I want to plug up your ass. I want my cum to stay inside you."
"Sanitary, Master. Only that."
"Hold a minute until I plug you." Brett had a moderately sized butt plug waiting for this. He slowly worked it in past Q's sphincter muscle, causing the slave to moan like the whore it was becoming. "There. That should hold. Now crawl inside get a warm wet cloth, come back holding it in your teeth, then get back up here and wash my dick once more. Then put the fucking thing in your mouth, faggot!" He cracks the boy's ass with a hefty slap, pushing the boy back onto the floor.
Q quickly gets in crawling position and heads inside, fearful of more punishment while still sore from the weekend. When he gets back he wipes the Master clean again, tosses the cloth to the floor and quickly gets all of the Master's soft cock into its mouth, sighing deeply at the symbolism of this act as waves of euphoria flow from its head to its feet. An important lesson is learned here: the harder the obedience, the greater the reward to a true slave.
Brett caresses the boy's red cheek now. "Good boy. You're well on your way."
Q debates what that might mean. He decides Brett just took him a bit deeper into his role as a slave and is pleased with his progress. "More of a slave." That's how he labels it.
"So suck it for a while. I don't want you to get me hard again. I just want you to make sure you have the taste of my cock as it is now in your mouth."
Fuck! Hot! Yuck! Q obeys but for some reason, the slave keeps its eyes closed. He forces himself to get his mouth wet while he's sucking Brett's cock. Finally, Brett pushes Q's head back. "that's enough. I have a walk-in closet in the other room. Follow me there. You can stand, but make sure the plug doesn't slip out of your ass. You'll get thrashed if it does and I don't care that you're still sore from Jeffrey."
Holy shit! Q walks with its head bowed low, squeezing its ass along the way. The closet has a lot of leather and other D/s toys. Right away Brett selects a thick collar and puts it on Q's neck snugly. "Hold out your wrists." Leather manacles. "Spread your legs." Something that looks like a little parachute around its sac then weights get added to it, pulling the balls down. "Call yellow if it gets too much for you." Brett picks up the weight hanging from the slave's balls and uses it like a leash to lead Q to the other room.
"There he is! Starting the bondage already."
Q can tell It's Danny. His mind races even faster. "Uh-oh. What's going on? And then Steven, for God's sake. He's one of the "we"? All along he knew what they're going to do to me. Wow! I'm sure glad I didn't turn him down last night when he wanted me to suck him off."
As soon as Q's standing in the center of the room, Danny and Steven get down on the floor quickly and put manacles on its ankles as well, both connected by a short chain. Before long Q is having its first experience with bondage, and it's a work of art the way they get it settled the way they want it. (We'll leave that to the readers' imaginations. Sketches of the scene are always welcome.)
Brett gets three chairs. The Masters sit alongside each other and can each hold Q's face in their eyes. For Q it's akin to being electrocuted three times. This is clearly some kind of indoctrination scenario. Q's eyes keep flipping from one Master to the other. Every time the slave tries to close its eyes it hears the shout "Eyes Open!" coming from one of them.
Danny begins speaking: "It is rare to meet a boy right out of high school who has both the desire and the potential to be a slave to superior men. We are going to enjoy looking over your development and providing the necessary discipline as part of your training."
Steven picks up. "You are the only one like you in your class. They already have some ideas about what you are; some are intrigued while others are disgusted. Keep that in mind, faggot. In the eyes of the ordinary world, you are disgusting. In our eyes, however, you are special. You are the only slave in the entire freshman class (800 males)."
It's Brett's turn. "Yes, Q, you are already a slave. That's all people need to know. Yes, of course, you are being trained to become better--more obedient and humiliated, but then again, slaves are always being trained in one way or another. So that's it, Q. You are the slave you wanted to become. There's only one thing that is problematic." Brett gestures to Danny.
"You are unowned. It is more appropriate to use the word unowned' than free' to describe your situation. You are determined to get through college and graduate. You're not willing to surrender that decision to the Master who would own you. We do not judge you for this. Most true owned slaves have already finished college before they discovered their true identity. Many hold professional positions in their careers and yet it is only an act for them. Their reality lies in the dungeon at their Masters' feet. But enough about that."
Steven: "Back to your situation, Q: You are a slave. Since no one Master owns you, that means that all Masters own you. You are at the beck and call and under the control of whichever Master is using you. Your reputation is spreading everywhere so there will be many times when a horny fellow, even if he's younger than you, will want a bj from you. You must obey."
Brett: "Granted that there is homophobia on this campus, some will despise you or even seek to do you harm. Do not be concerned about that. It will not happen, we assure you. We are in control. That is why you are caged and will be caged almost all the time. It serves as a constant reminder, especially when for some reason you aren't sore anywhere. You are a slave, Q. Slaves are made sore a lot, and slaves are usually caged."
Danny: "We only have a few rules for you right now, Q. First: Obey everyone. Second: We Masters are the only ones you can cry `yellow' to. Anytime. Third: You are free to be as much of a slut as your inner slave wants you to be. Four: You must never reveal the identity of any of the Masters."
Steven: "You will be severely punished for breaking rules 1 2 or 3. If you break Rule Four, everything will come to an end. You won't have access to any Dom every again. You'll stew in your unfulfilled dreams all of your life."
Brett: "You will find a way to deal with your unfulfilled dreams. You probably think this can't happen, but it will. Just you wait and see."
Danny gets up and blindfolds Q. "total inescapable bondage. Learn what it feels like."
a good amount of time passes.
Steven speaks. "Never submit to bondage with someone we don't approve. That would be foolhardy. Suicidal, even. This is a dangerous game we play. Never forget that."
Brett offers another consolation. "Unlike many of your kind, you are always well protected. Count yourself very fortunate."
The three men pick up their chairs and leave the room. Q remains, bound, cycling through many emotions fearing he may get overwhelmed by it all. And yet, at the same time, the slave knows it's okay. Its Masters want it bound like this. The slave must surrender; it has no other option. There is freedom in surrendering, even though it is still bound.
More time passes.
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