"The alex series" book 2: Sweet Subjugation
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Chapter 74. Thanksgiving. Need for correction.
They arrive at the center at 9 am and, as it turns out, one of Justin's friends is supervising the volunteers. Dieter, a former Berliner and owner of two German slaves He brought to this country, greets Justin and looks over Justin's slave as if it were nothing but a piece of meat. "Locked, I presume?" Justin nods His head and Dieter smiles at him. "Ownership?" "Total," Justin answers. "I'm happy for You, My friend. Happy You have found what You have needed for so long. I'll put Your property with Mine to do the dirtiest work today. What is its name?" "brandon." "You haven't numbered it?" "No, Dieter, the name suffices for Me at this time." "Very well. Have it follow Me." Justin pats brandon on its still sore bottom and pushes it towards Dieter to follow. Dieter brings him to the back of the kitchen where two blond-haired and metal collared men are already at work washing the large pans and pots used for preparing the meal. He snaps His fingers and they both stop and stand at attention, eyes lowered. "This slave is known as brandon," Dieter says, then points to the two older slaves. "Here is 27 and here is 9. You will work with them cleaning pots, dishes and tending to garbage. Total silence is expected unless instructions are needed. There is a substantial paddle by the back door to be used if necessary to enforce better behavior and good working habits. I expect the three of you to cooperate together as equals. Equal slaves on the lowest rank of society. That is all. Continue your work. There will be much to do." He says more to the slaves in German; they bow to Him and reply together. He turns His back on them and leaves. The older of the two German slaves brings brandon a pair of gloves to wear that go up to his elbows. The two continue their work scrubbing pots and brandon joins them at the large industrial sink and finds another pot to begin cleaning. He also notes a conveyer belt which obviously must carry in the used dishes and utensils from the dining room. As he gets to work, he realizes that he is totally turned on by the way Dieter spoke both to his Master and then to the three slaves, and is determined to treat everything he has to touch as if it were an extension of Justin's cock needing devoted service. After what happened last night it is easy for the young slave to realize that it has lost all dignity and that the work it must do today is what pigs like him are meant to do.
In the serving area, Justin, wearing a full apron, greets Mom and Barry who have just arrived. Dieter comes out and Mom is happy to see Him and they chat for a bit and she introduces Him to Barry. Apparently they will be the ones to serve the food, while a staff of other volunteers are working in the cooking area. The whole room is filled with the wonderful aroma of roasting turkey and other items. Three other workers will be in the dining area to supervise the lines and help where needed.
They have time to get to meet some of the other volunteers. By 10 am people are already lined up outside. The doors open at 10:30 and the guests line up and pick up trays and utensils and finally at 10:30 the action begins and the line starts to move. Mom handles the turkey, Barry the dressing and mashed potatoes, and Justin takes care of the yams and carrots and a seemingly endless supply of gravy. Justin is surprised and moved by the number of children are present to be fed and realizes what important work it is that they are doing today. He, too, is turned on. Turned on by Dieter's questioning and remarks concerning brandon, and happy to know that Dieter has so arranged things that His boi will be joining Dieter's bois and will be doing true slave labor. He has also given Dieter permission to deal out discipline if needed.
And that's the way it goes. They finish by 2 pm and all the volunteers help themselves to what food is left over. Dieter takes Justin to the dish room and He can see that the slaves still have quite a large amount of work to complete. Dieter tells Justin that they will be fed once their work is completed and that He has already made up plates for them and put them in the warmer. He claps his hands and gives out orders in German and His two slaves stop what they are doing and remove their clothing except for foot gear. Justin notes that both German slaves are locked into small cages and both have welts and bruises in various places on their bodies, and both have a number tattooed on their left shoulder. They put clean aprons over their nude bodies. Justin orders brandon to do the same. Dieter tells Justin that He is pleased with their work and is impressed with how easily brandon was able to adjust to the tasks and that there was no need to use any corporal punishment on any of them.
"There's no reason for you to stick around here, Justin. If you'd like, you can give you boi its supper and then leave. My slaves will finish the dishes. Then they'll be cleaning up the entire place. It probably won't be until 6pm before they're finished."
"Wow. Quite a long day without eating."
"They're used to it. I'll give them something sugary in a little while to keep their sugar up."
"What do they do for work, if you don't mind my asking?"
"Mostly stock work in one of my locations. I have four places now, all tires and car parts. So they get plenty of hard work. Coffee in the morning, pp&j for lunch, which they had trouble getting used to when they first came over here. Dinner at 6 or 7. Six days a week except for holidays like this one. This is a good way for them to spend their holiday. Thanksgiving means nothing to them, after all."
"How's their English?"
"Good enough for work. Whatever they can pick up here or there. Sometimes I let them watch movies at night if they're good bois and they get some English from that. It's a good life for them. They thrive on hard work, and the regular schedule is good for them. Keeps them sane and happy. And well fucked, I might add. One in the morning, the other in the evening. And I like to watch them make out with each other, but that's the extent of all they're allowed to do with each other. Back home they used to perform together in a club and service other members, but I haven't had time to get them involved in that over here."
"How did you meet them?"
"The older one was a prostitute but as it got older it was less in demand and needed a `profession,' so this worked out well for it. The younger one was in prison since it was a teenager and I got a hold of it after it was released. Found it begging in the streets of Berlin, picked it up and brought it home. It was providing sex in prison, so this was right up its alley. Wasn't difficult to train it for what I wanted, and it was really happy about having a chance to get over here. Had to pull some strings because of its record, but it all worked out. I'm thinking of pimping it out. We'll see. It gets a little restless because it was used to a much more active sex life, so that's probably a good idea.
"Did you ever think of sending it up to Leroy's ranch? He's got plenty of horny farmhands always looking to plug the holes of a submissive faggot."
"You know, I never considered that. What a great idea! Thanks for the suggestion. I'll have to get Leroy's number."
"Wait a minute. I have it here on my phone." Justin sends the number to Dieter.
"Hey, listen, you've got to come by some Sunday for dinner. I've got a nice place and they both can cook genuine German food. I let them eat at the table on Sundays. After all, they'll do the cooking! We'll make a party out of it."
"sounds good, Dieter. Thanks for the offer. I'll be in touch after the holidays." Justin orders brandon to get dressed and then brings it outside to have its dinner. brandon is wet and sweaty and dirty and in a foul mood. Justin has to decide what to do about it. While He can well understand how miserable the boi must feel, He cannot allow any moodiness under any circumstances, not if He's going to keep a firm hand on the slave. After brandon finishes his dinner, Justin tells him, "Silence until I say otherwise. Out to the car. Now."
As He drives away from the Center, Justin begins to tend to the moody boi. "So today was a good day for you. It gave you a chance to experience real slave labor with no break and it left you wet and stinky and dirty and exhausted. You should indeed be thankful for all of it, from the way Dieter questioned Me about you, from the way He handled you as one of His slaves, for the labor which never ceased, dirty and wet, good work for slaves. It's not only about getting fucked or having a cock rammed down your throat, faggot. It's about doing what you're told even when it is oppressive. It's about feeling the slime of restaurant work on your body. It's about the shame of having to labor naked with other slaves you never ever got a chance to speak with, slaves who don't even have names but only numbers. All of it. I have a good mind to find a food pantry at home and send you over there to labor every night until you understand what it means to be a true slave. And so now I have to contend with the fact that you have a long face and that you're wallowing in resentment, and I want to point out to you that your resentment is making you suffer far more than anything else that happened today. So when we get home don't expect to be given a warm shower. I'm going to keep you wet and dirty and smelly. I really should whip you until your mood changes for the better and you can get all your masochistic pleasure out of being treated like the piece of shit that you're meant to be, a faggot laborer with no right to complain or even to be resentful at how you're being treated. I should beat that resentment out of you tonight, and if you're too sore and wounded to attend your mother's wedding, that will be on you."
brandon starts to speak. `NO!!!! YOU DO NOT HAVE THE RIGHT TO SPEAK.' This isn't a discussion. This is training that I probably shouldn't have neglected just because I love you. It's not love to allow you to get away with being a petulant teenager. You don't have that right. Not if you really want to be My slave. Now silence until we get home. Meanwhile, think about what it is you want. Do you really want to be a slave? Do you really want to be my slave? Or do you just want to be a little buddy who gets together with Me once in a while to play kinky games, but never anything too difficult or humiliating. You can't have it both ways, brandon. it's either one of the other. Either I own you and make all decisions about your life and have the right to put you out to slave labor whenever I wish and punish you if you show any resistance or resentment or attitude, or I'll take off your cage and send you to stay at your mother's until the wedding is over then drive you back to the U and you can live your life the way you want and maybe get together with Me once in a while for some kinky sex, and meanwhile you can offer your ass to anyone who wants to fuck it because it won't belong to Me any longer. So when we get back to the hotel you can go upstairs and take a shower and then get dressed and come down to the bar and I'll drive you over to Mom's and I'll tell Barry that I have no hold on you any longer and that you'll have to be the best man because as it turns out, I'm not going to become a member of your family ."
They finish the ride in silence. Justin realizes that He's actually open to letting go of this kid because He's not willing to put up with its fundamental indecision about things. Maybe He'll call Gary and find out what He can get out of that guy. Or better yet, go over to Dieter's place and take out His frustrations on that ex-convict who's open to being raped and beaten up just like it was in prison. The more He thinks about it, the more appealing this option seems.
They get back to the hotel. Justin goes to the front desk and gets a second key card to give to brandon. Then He goes to the bar and sends brandon upstairs, telling him to pack his things and the suit he's going to wear tomorrow and come down for Justin to drive him over to his old house. While he's at the bar, He thinks of calling Barry to let him know what might happen, but decides against it. Brandon can explain what's happening when he gets home, but he gets distracted by the hot bartender who's being especially attentive to him and seems to enjoy calling him `Sir'. He wonders what time the fellow gets off work or maybe they can spend tomorrow exploring the guy's kinks and limits. That would be more fun than going to a wedding.
He also notices how damn easy it seems to be to turn off everything that's been happening with brandon and slip right back into the joys of being a single Dom on the make and work over a trick without having to take and burdens or responsibilities on his shoulders any longer.
A half hour goes by. Still no sign of brandon. The bartender is looking more and more eager.
Then He gets a text: Please, Justin, I want to be what You want me to be. Please, Sir. I'm sorry for my behavior. Please don't cut this boy loose, Sir.
He almost regrets the fact that brandon wants what He thought He wanted. But does He? It might be too late.
He's the only one at the bar now. The bartender comes over to him and leans in. "Sir, I've heard that you are known as a Dom and that you're keeping a slave here."
"I have been, yes. Why? Is there something you want to ask Me?"
"Sir, I've never had a chance to find out about these things but I think about them a lot and I'm wondering if You might be interested in trying me out tonight or tomorrow. I'm a bottom and a good cocksucker, or so I've been told, but I've never done anything else before. I'd like to find out what it's like if you can respect the fact that I don't know how much I can take."
Oh shit! Instant turn-off. No more fucking beginners! "Gee, as much as I appreciate the invitation, it is true that I'm involved with someone else at the moment and shortly have to get back to him. I'm obviously not from the area, but I do know an experienced Dom who's named Dieter. I'll give you his number and you can tell him I advised you to call. He owns two slaves, so he's far too much for you at the moment, but I'm sure he knows who's around in this area who's in the scene. I'm sure he can point you in the right direction, and there's always a possibility that he'd be willing to work you himself, but I don't know for sure. It's worth a try. If you give me a piece of paper, I'll write down his number."
The bartender is grateful for the offer. While Justin is writing down the number, He gets another text from brandon.
"Sir, this slave is naked and knows it deserves to be punished. Please, Sir. Please break its rebellious spirit and turn it into the slave You want it to be. Please, Sir."
He answers: "What kind of slave do YOU want to be? That is the question."
Text back: "a slave who deserves a good whipping, Sir. and Your urinal, Sir. Please, Sir."
His answer: "Grovel and wait for Me to come upstairs. No more texts now."
Justin says goodbye to Andy (the bartender) and wishes him well. He also gives His own phone number so Andy can stay in touch and let Him know what happens to him.
"No more fucking beginners," He says to Himself as He rides the elevator upstairs.
He enters the room and quietly removes His shoes and socks and sits down. "Crawl over here and show My feet what you want to be."
brandon quickly does what Justin has ordered. Justin decides to keep the boi down there for a good long period of time.
After a half hour, during which brandon did not slack off or get bored, He speaks: "Do you realize the power I hold over you, slave? Don't you know that if we were home I could take the punishment strap and beat you front and back until you are black and blue? And I just might do that when we get home. But for now, crawl over to My case and get out the Ben Gay and bring it here and stand before Me.
Once brandon is standing, looking very contrite, Justin opens the tube and applies a good amount to the slave's balls and then orders it to turn around, and spreads it over the slave's asshole as well. Before long, the slave is obviously in a great deal of pain.
"Kneel!"
brandon kneels.
"I fucking own every inch of this body. That is what you have told Me. Therefore I can do what I want to it. And you will bear the pain and make sure it burns your resentment away. And to prove your sincerity, I want you to know that I just had three beers and I have to take a wicked piss. Take My cock out of My pants and put it in your mouth."
Trembling, brandon does as it's been told.
"Hold my dick in your mouth but do not touch it with your tongue. You will drink everything I have to give you like the urinal you promised you would become. Swallow when you need to. I want to hear you gulping down My piss like the pig you are."
brandon does as he's been told. It doesn't take long for Justin's piss to flow. Justin knows that this piss will be very watery, so it's a good way to begin the slave's training. It flows out quickly and before long, He hears the slave gulping. Again and Again. There is so much, and the boi manages to take all of it as if it had been doing this all its life. And as Justin's piss is poured down its throat, tears are running down its cheeks. But it doesn't pull back. I takes everything Justin wants to give it. Finally He's finished. "Lick the piss slit clean, faggot." Brandon does it.
"Now sit back on your heels, slave."
"I'm thinking that maybe I should change your name to a number like Dieter's slaves. I promise you, if you ever pull this bullshit again, that is what is going to happen. I will ask questions now and you will answer."
"What the fuck are you?"
"A slave!"
Who owns you?
"You do, Master!"
How much?
"Completely, Master!"
Why do I punish this slave that I own?"
"So it can learn to behave, Master."
Do you deserve punishment?
"Yes, Master."
Do you have any rights beside occasional safewords?
"No rights, Master."
Does your Master have the right to put you out to labor, no matter how humiliating?
"Yes, Master."
Was today's work humiliating enough for a slave like you?
"Yes, Master, it was humiliating for Your slave."
Do you deserve to be put to work that way?
"Anytime the Master wants, Master.
Any way?
"Yes, Master, any way."
Any how?
"Yes Master, any how."
Any limits?
"No, Master. There are no limits to how You can make this slave labor."
Do you regret your petulant attitude tonight?
"Yes, Master, very much."
Do you deserve punishment?"
"Yes, Master, all of it."
And what have you become tonight, slave?
"this slave has become Your urinal, Master."
You realize how much that pleases Me?
"Yes, Master, and this slave always wants to please You."
This will be part of your daily life from now on. And there will be times when you absolutely hate that it is happening, but still you will submit. Do you understand Me, slave?
"Yes Master, it understands and it will submit."
Go and brush, use mouthwash. You might need to vomit. Wait in the bathroom for 5 minutes. Vomit if you have to and then brush and use mouthwash again. Then crawl back here and beg Me to take you to bed with Me."
After a good long while, the humiliated slave crawls to the bed and begins to beg its Master to allow it in the bed, admitting its unworthiness and apologizing again for its attitude tonight.
"I am not going to whip you tonight. I will use the strap on you when we get home Sunday night. You'd better get a stronger handle on your moods, boi. Now bury your face in My neck and let's get some sleep."
The slave obeys and despite all the pain from its punishment, is able to fall asleep, exhausted, in its Master's arms, the Master who has all power over it.