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Chapter 16. Drinking beer.
I kneel, facing him with my eyes lowered. He starts drinking His beer while caressing my Head and my face with one hand. He sticks His thumb into my mouth and without being ordered to do so, I automatically starts sucking it and toying with it with My thumb. Everything He puts into my mouth is treated as a cock that I'm meant to service.
He speaks softly to me. "You are a good boy and I am pleased with you as you descend more deeply into your identity as My obedient faggot slave—where you know you need to be." He takes His thumb out of my mouth. "I want you to drink from My mouth. Head up, slave." I raisemMy Head. "Open your mouth, bitch." He takes a mouthful of beer and bends down to my mouth and lets the beer flow from His mouth into mine and I swallow what He gives me. It tastes so good. It feels so honest, so slavish, so humiliating and yet, at the same time, I am moved by the way He is taking care of His boy.. He sets up a rhythm. He swallows one mouthful and then takes another to dribble into my open mouth. I have an image in my mind of a baby bird with its beak wide open, waiting to receive nourishment from its mother. And here I am, open mouthed, waiting for what Master wants to pour into my mouth from His own.
"Take this empty can and throw it away. Bring me another, slave. No need to put hands behind head, but show me you've learned your lesson how to leave My presence and go do what I want you to do. Move gracefully, slave boy. Try your best and I'll be pleased with you."
I bow to Him and take the can He hands me and do my best to stand without losing my balance. This is so difficult! I get frustrated and tears form in my eyes. "Stop feeling sorry for yourself. Self-pity is a luxury a true slave knows it cannot indulge in" He raises the crop and strikes me on my left nipple and I cry out from the pain and automatically back away, then I remember myself and stand up straight again. "There. Now you have a reason for tears, baby boy." He scratches my nipple with the crop and I fight the tendency to back away. "Who does this nipple belong to, alex?"
"It belongs to You, Master."
"Then offer it to me. Stick it out for me." I do my best. He strikes me again and I cry out. "I'm going to hit MY nipple 5 more times. I want you to count down from 5 and say thank you after each lash I give you. Do your best to stay still until all 5 are done."
One hit. "Five. Ththththank You, Master." Again. "FFFour. thank you, Master." Again This time I speak through my outcry. "Three. thank You, Master." Again. This time my voice breaks as I cry the words "Two. thank You Master." the last is the hardest and I scream out. "ONE!!!! Thank you, Master." He immediately take me into His arms and rubs My back. "Cry out the pain, boy. Don't be a Hero. I know what a weak baby you are, it's okay."
Finally my cries subside. My nipple feels like it's on fire. I mutter in a shaking voice. "The nipple belongs to you, Master. On fire for you, Master."
"Good boy. Now go get us that beer. I'm thirsty." I take my leave and walk back to the kitchen on somewhat shaky legs. This is wilder than anything I ever imagined before, and I suddenly realize that the pain in my nipple is dissolving into a pleasurable feeling. I'm truly becoming Billy's whipped slaveboy. That warm place inside is trembling.
I return with the new beer and kneel before Master again. He takes it from me, pops it open, and starts to drink. "Open mouth, slave." He gives me more to drink. "This is good for a slave like you, drinking from your Master's mouth." He dribbles more beer down my throat and then kisses my teary eyes and licks what has flowed down my cheeks.
"Okay, alex. You need a rest. Back up for me until I tell you to stop." I do so while on my knees and stop when He says to. "DOWN!" I drop myself down to the ground, "Put your hands underneath your Head and rest it on them." This is a relief! "Okay, slave. Rest there while I enjoy seeing you groveling before me. Spread those legs a bit more, slave. I want to see your balls hanging down." I do my best.
He stands up and chugs down the rest of the beer, saving one mouthful. He leans over me and spits the beer on my back and head and I feel it dripping down my back and falling on to the floor. He walks behind me and strikes my balls with His crop. I grunt. "Ass up higher, slave." I adjust my position and He rains down several blows of the crop right onto My asshole. "I own that too, slave, don't I?"
"Yes, Master, it belongs to you."
He goes into the kitchen and throws the empty can away. He runs the water and comes back with a warm wet cloth. "Kneel up and wash the beer off the floor with this cloth. Then get back into position again." I wipe up what has dripped from y body after He spit at me. "Okay, alex. Back down into position again."
I humble myself before him again and remain there. "Become aware of how much your body is my possession. Become aware that you are groveling there in a way that no free man would ever be. Become even more aware that you are the slave I wanted you to be when you were 13 years old sucking cock in that summer camp. I fucking own you, body and mind, alex. You no longer have the right to determine what position your body can move to. Stay there, bitch. Know what you are."
He walks out of the room, humming to himself. I stay where I am, motionless, humbled, settling into my identity as a plaything for my Master, feeling devotion and love to this man who is teaching me so many important things. My nipple is throbbing and I even feel grateful for that. My little dick is pressing against its cage and I am so aware that there is no way I could possibly masturbate myself, but I remember how often I would jerk off wishing that Billy would rule over me. Now it is happening, but my cock is denied the right to have pleasure. And yet, my mind and my soul are experiencing the ecstasy that only a conquered slave can taste.
END OF CHAPTER SIXTEEN Next: after being cuddled, alex passes out from a beating.
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