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Chapter 11. The Strap and The Shower
I wake up and realize that my head is cradled in a man's strong arms. The next thing I notice was how sore my butt is, and that brings back the memories of my "initiation" last night into this four-man fraternity, two of whom are almost always naked and the moment when I felt separated from my sobbing body and felt nothing but warmth and safety, and Billy making a gesture which ended the spanking, but obviously not the pain because it is still gnawing at me in my nether region. Billy's nipple is near my mouth and I cautiously stick out my tongue and lick it. Billy's arm moves; He chuckles a bit and says, "I'm happy to see that My slave is already getting addicted to My Body. Keep licking, a Alex. Go all the way down like a good boy and make your Master feel good."
The realization hits me: I have no control over what each moment of my day will be like; Master does, and I don't have to do anything but obey Him. Slowly, I work my way down, and as my tongue touches His pubic hair I quickly feel the Head of His Cock pressing against the bottom of my chin. I am hungry for it, I discover. I remind myself that I've hungered for His cock for over ten years and these days are the first when it is really here in my life. I begin to swallow it and I feel my mouth salivating again, a sure sign that this is indeed what I am meant to be doing, and that Billy's awesome cock is mine now. Or do I have it backwards: am I the one who is owned? That thought sets my inners tingling and I love my way on His dick until it hits my gag spot. I back off. "Go down past the gag, alex. Let Me hear it." His command drives me down and, sure enough, I choke and something slimy comes up as I back off. "Lick it all up, boy, all that gunk that my cock brought up. Lick it up, then go down again, down deeper." Same thing happens, same reaction, and this time Master doesn't need to tell me what to do: He has trained me to do it the way He enjoys: down, choke, back off, lick, down again, and it continues until He takes Himself in hand and pushes my head away and jerks it savagely then shoots on His lower chest and says, "Yeah! Look what you made me do, bitch. Clean me off with your mouth like a good slave. Suck your breakfast off My body. That's all you need. Your Master feeds you with His cock, fine food for you. Just what you need so you can remember what you are."
I clean him off and don't think about what it tastes like. When He's satisfied, He scratches My nearly bald hHead and reaches down to grab a nipple and He pulls it so much that I have to scamper up the bed until He has me where He wants me. He raises himself; my head is on the pillow and His Head is over mine. "No kissing with morning breath, but I want to give you something to wash down my spluge. Open your mouth, alex." I open and He sends a long line of spit right into my mouth and I let it fill me until He stops, then, looking directly into His eyes, I swallow what He has given me. "thank You, Master." He slaps my face lightly. "Good boy." Now get out of bed and go sit on the bowl the way I taught you and wait for me." I go, and it doesn't take long for Him to come in. He stands between my legs like yesterday and begin to piss on my belly and let it run down over Mm cage, and I piss as well. When His flow stops He orders me: "Take My cock in your mouth, boy, and suck out whatever remains in its tip." A few drops of piss mixed in with remaining cum. Of all the things that have been happening, this is the most humiliating of all, and I drop my eyes and lick His slit one last time before I let the tip of His dick fall from my mouth. I soak up the emotional charge of what just happened.
"Tell me what you're thinking, pup. Hold nothing back from your Master." I struggle to speak my first words of the day. "sucking your dick clean like that, Master, makes me feel more like a slave than anything else." "And that's a good thing, boy, isn't it?" "I guess so, Master." "You just guess so? You don't know? You need things to remind you what you are. Any gay dude can suck a cock. How many of them end up doing what I make you do after I piss?" "Not many, Sir." "No. Only low-life slaveboys. But maybe you need something else to help you know who you are and who I am?" I look at him, puzzled ad that He is getting at. "Run inside and lay across the bed on your stomach and close your eyes, hands locked behind your Head." I lay there, waiting for I-don't-know-what. I hear him fumbling around, then He says, "This will show you who I am in your life and what you are in Mine." I hear a swish and then pain shoots across the middle of my back as what I guess is a heavy strap comes down on me. I cry out and roll on my side, hoping it might stop. My breath gets heavier.
"That's all you need, boy to understand. You cleaned the piss out of My cock and get a welt across your back as My way of saying thank you to My slave. To what you are. And I can do that anytime I want and as often as I want, can't I?"
"I mumble something."
"Words, Alex. Tell me or you'll get another lash."
"I am your slave, Master. You have the power to beat me however, whenever and wherever you are. I need to let you whip me, Master. I adore you, Billy." Billy nods approval. "We've got a lot of time to make up for boy, don't you forget. Now up and into the shower with me." He slaps me on my butt which reactivates the pain there. I jump away, rubbing my butt, and head for the shower. As I'm adjusting the water He comes to stand behind me. "You wash me, every inch, especially all my hair. Stay flexible. I might want to toy with you." He steps in first and I follow and pick up that awesome soap He has and use hy hands as His washcloth while I clean him front and back, from head to foot. I kneel for the feet. He leans back against the shower wall and picks up one foot and I do a thorough job on it, even between the toes, and then do the other. "Take the soap and clean yourself now, boy, staying down there on the ground." While I am doing that, He gets out of the shower to begin drying himself. That lash against My back is still throbbing again, and between that, and trying to bathe myself while I'm down on the ground, my slave identity is ground into the fabric of my being. Slave to Billy Wiggins. His slave. Wow! Life is getting so much better.
He reaches in and turns off the water. I note how HE is the one to determine when I am finished, not me. He pulls back the curtain and throws His damp towel of top of me. "Dry yourself with your Master's towel. it's okay to stand, boy." I struggle to get myself up and then try myself as best I could. Another way of receiving my Master's being, drying myself with the towel He already used. "Throw it in the laundry basket when done then come into the bedroom and stand by me." I do as He says, and when I am at last standing before him, He wraps me in a strong hug and giggles a bit. "Damp slaveboy, damp." He kisses my ear and whispers to me, "Now I've trained you how we shower. Always the same way unless I want something different. Another part of our protocol."
I hear a "ding" and then a voice over what must be a sophisticated intercom. "My slave has gotten Your ready, Billy. Bring your things down to it and then come over for some breakfast before you leave." "Copy!" Billy says to His father. Then Billy says to me, "Oh, I almost forgot. Now that my father has thrashed your ass and accepted you into the family, you no longer call him Master.' There's only one Master in your life—me. From now on, you call him Papa and your call crick `brother.'" He gestures to a suitcase. "Take my suitcase, which is already packed, and your pack and bring them downstairs. Put your clothing that's on the floor into the backpack, then carry them both out to the van and I'll show you where to put them." I go to obey him. It is still a little frightening for me to walk out of the house into the open air totally naked, and I tremble a bit when I struggle out the door with the things I'm being made to carry. We get to the van and Billy shows me where to put these things. Then into Daddy's house for breakfast.
END OF CHAPTER ELEVEN
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