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Chapter 9 Welcome to the Family (ouch!)
I open my pants and close my eyes and breathe in the smell of Billy's luxury car and automatically open my legs to give Him access if that is what He wants. I am discovering how much I like resting in submissive postures when I am with Him and how wonderful it feels to be alone with Him, not knowing what is around the corner, but trusting that all things are in His hands. Before long, my balls are in His hand as He gently taps them just to remind me that I am subject to His touch. "I get great pleasure from touching you and knowing that you are a hairless boy," He tells me, "and that you are My hairless boy."
"This gives me pleasure as well, Billy, after all these years to be stripped like this and under Your care and control."
"Good boy. Never forget that anything I do to you or permit be done to you is a sign of My care for you. I know what you need more than you do yourself, and I will make it My business to give it to you. Throw down the jacket now. It is dark and you can remain open and exposed next to me." I do so. He strokes my inner thighs. "I am going to strike you, alex. Be careful not to move an inch or try to get away from Me. Complete surrender is needed here."
"Yes, Master."
He spreads My legs wider and raises His hand and brings it down frightfully hard onto My left inner thigh. I grunt but do not move. Again it happens, and again, and I cry out. "Good boy. The noises you make are music for Me." Three blows to the other side and I cry out again. He raises His Hand to my mouth and I kiss it. "Bathe it, Alex. Make it wet. Palm and fingers." I focus all my attention on the job He has given me to do. "Always lose all of yourself inside every act of obedience, slave."" He encourages. He rubs His wet palm on my almost denuded scalp. It feels so good. "Grab your balls, boy. Encircle them with your hand and pull them away from your cage and hold them there so I can smack them." I do so with nervous anticipation. One hard slap. "They areYyours, Billy, not mine." "So true, boy. Keep saying and thinking that until it is absolute truth for you."Three more quick and hard hits. I actually yell out. My cock tries to get hard but is blocked by its cage.
His phone rings and He pushes a button and His father's voice comes through the car's sound system. "How soon before you are home?" asks His father. "About 25 minutes, Dad." "Good. I am looking forward to meeting Your slave, in seeing the progress of its transition from free brat to novice slaveboy. When you get here, bring him to me clothed. I want to watch him strip for me." "Sure, Dad, but remember that He is only wearing two pieces of clothing so He'll quickly strip himself." "That's fine. What matters is that He willingly bares His flesh to me, knowing what is to come."
"I like the way you think, Dad."
His father chuckles. "See you soon, son. Congratulations on claiming what was always meant to be yours." "thanks, Dad."
The call is terminated. Billy speaks to me: "He has wanted you for Me way back in Elementary School when He watched you receiving those awards every year. He told me He knew when He saw you that you would not be able to survive as a free person but would need to be owned and ruled by someone superior, someone like me." "I wanted to say Hello to him but wasn't sure if it would be allowed." Billy instructs me, "alex, a slave is never allowed to speak to a superior on His own unless asked a question or after begging for permission to speak. We are more relaxed within the family, and after My father spanks your ass and welcomes you to the family that also refers to you, but don't make any assumptions concerning others. NEVER speak to a superior or a Master unless instructed to do so. Never. You will be caned if you do such a thing. Have you ever been caned before, boy?"
"No, Master." "It is not pleasant, and the pain lasts for days and days afterwards. Caning is a serious punishment. Never forget that." He lightly slaps My face.
"I won't Master, I promise. But what about ordinary men who don't know that this boy is a slave?"
"That protocol doesn't apply to those situations. For example, you may speak freely with friends or family members or anyone who is not in the lifestyle and doesn't know what you are. Certainly, that would include people you used to work with."
"'used to?' is this slave not returning to its usual employment, Master?"
"I have not made any decisions about that yet. You wouldn't be returning to work for the next six weeks anyway, correct?"
"Yes, Master."
"Then that gives us plenty of time to address that situation. I do not want you worrying about it now. I will make the decisions regarding every aspect of your life. You will simply submit, just like in everything else. Do NOT obsess about this now. It will disturb your peace of mind and will do you absolutely no good at all. The only thing that matters is for you to realize that henceforth you have no personal agency. Everything is up to your Master. Got it?"
"Yes, Master."
"Now pull up your pants. We will soon be arriving at the homestead. And not another word out of you." He raises His hand to My mouth and I kiss it in submission.
Billy drives us down a long driveway to a clearing in front of two identical homes side by side, each two stories tall and quite spacious, it seems. Both are well lit from the outside. He parks in front of the house on the right. "This is our home," He says to me, and the word `our' hits My Heart with a burst of warmth. "Get out of the car and follow me inside. Bring your things." "Yes, Sir." He unlocks the door and we enter into a well-appointed lobby and I see a spiral staircase off to the side. "Strip Here and leave your clothes on the floor. You'll put them back on when we go to My Father's next door. You will always be naked in this house."
I do what He told me to do. "Bring your things upstairs. Follow me." He leads me to His private bedroom and as soon as I enter the door He orders me DOWN. I grovel on the floor awaiting what happens next. He goes and sits on the bed. "You know the drill, boy. Crawl over Here, get my feet bare and start worshipping them, nice and wet." He reaches down an places the popper under my nose. "Big sniffs," He orders, "then back down and suck My toes." I take the hits and lose my mind as I adore His toes the way I have learned He enjoys.
"You'll be spending a lot of time at My feet, alex. Be a good slave boy and never give me any sign that you're growing tired or you'll be punished." He mentions punishment often, but so far He has never done anything to me so I have no idea what it would be like for Him to punish me. My goal is to be a good boy for Him. When I worship His Feet, I worship Him as well, and that is truly how I feel about Him. I ear him open His pants. "Up here, slave. Show My Cock how much you want to live like this." I make my way up between His legs and, once again mesmerized by the beauty of His dick, stick out My tongue and lave His Head before wrapping my lips around it. As before I find that I salivate as soon as His cock is in my mouth and I'm glad He affects me that way because it is really hard to be a good cocksucker when my mouth is dry.
"I'm glad you find My Cock so juicy and appealing, slave, but I'm not surprised. I've always known how hungry you were for My Dick. But that's enough now. Time to head next door. I have a pair of flipflops in the closet over there. Crawl over and pick them up with your teeth and bring them over to me and drop them on the ground, like an obedient pup." It takes some doing for me to get both of them between my teeth but I manage, and my cock presses against its cage, telling me how much it is turning me on to obey Him this way. I sink into the humiliation. I crawl back to him and drop them on the floor in front of him. He puts them on and orders me to stand up and follow him back downstairs. Once we get there, He orders me to put my shirt and shorts back on and to follow Him outside. We walk next door. Billy takes out His keys and opens the door and bids me enter and follow Him upstairs to His father's office.
When we get to the office His Father is watching television and there is a naked dude a couple of years older than us groveling before Him and eating His feet the same way Billy has taught me to do that. I also notice that there are several stripes across His back that seem pretty recent. I guess He was whipped recently. Master William takes His foot and pushes the slave away and orders him to sit in the corner with his legs spread. I can't help looking and see that he is quite good looking and that he has a jeavy iron collar around his neck and that he, too, is locked in a cage. He gets into the position he was ordered to take and keeps his eyes lowered, not daring to look around or look at me.
Master William speaks. "Well, alex, I am happy we have come to this point in time. Even since I first laid eyes on you I thought that you would one day be part of our family and now I am happy to bring you on line with us. Take off your shirt, boy, so I can see your bare flesh and your nipples." I do so, very much aware that I am being stripped in order to become a slave in this household along with the other fellow. "Very nice. Billy, it looks like you haven't yet spent much time treating yourself to those perky nipples."
"No, Dad. I want to wait until after you spank him. I'll feast on them later when I prepare to fuck him for the first time."
"You've been fucked before, I reckon, alex?"
"A couple time, Sir, but not much."
"Good. Billy will enjoy breaking you in. I imagine you are still quite tight."
"I believe so, Master William."
"Well now, open those shorts and let them fall to the floor so I can see the rest of you." I do so. Billy reaches over and pulls them off my feet and throws them over by the door. "Get barefoot. I want you totally naked, son." I do so.
"And so, I am happy to be able to welcome you into our little family. My slave crick has been a bit lonely and will like the company of a brother slave. And I believe Billy has explained to you that we do not have a strict protocol here among us, that you may speak freely unless specifically ordered into silence."
"Yes, Master William, He did explain that to me, Sir."
"Well let's not waste any time. Get over here and place yourself over My lap with your cage and balls between My legs. I'm going to enjoy thrashing your ass for the first time." Shaking a bit, I go to him and get into position. Meanwhile, Billy reaches over to His father's desk and picks up a pair of manacles and tells me to hold out my hands.
"don't worry, boy, you won't fall. Dad will hold you in place." He fastens the manacles onto my wrists and clips them to a ring at the bottom of the couch. His father moves a little farther away, still holding me, so that my arms are stretched out and I am unable to move them much. He speaks to the other boy. "crick, get yourself over Here and hold this boy's legs good and tight. Make sure you don't lose control of them.
"Yes, Master," says Crick and He crawls over to me and holds me fast.
Billy goes and sits in the chair a few feet away. "Like I told you, alex, I am going to enjoy watching My father claim your ass for our family. I will notice everything. Remember what I told you: don't be a Hero. We want to Hhar your reactions to this spanking. Cry out, shout, scream, cry, whatever you need to do. We will enjoy hearing you suffer like a slave should. We get great pleasure from disciplining slaves only if the slaves sing to us of their pain. And even though Master William is the one who is spanking you, know that I am in control of what is happening because I am the one who owns you, and I will decide when the spanking will stop. Do not ask for mercy. Do not beg Me to stop the spanking. Drink the pain, sing your songs, and surrender to it. This is the way you will understand that you are now becoming a slaveboy in this family. Let's begin."
Master William caressesmMy ass with His fingers and I shiver from the pleasure of His touch. But that pleasure quickly turns to some light pain as He begins to smack one cheek and then the other, not too hard, but spreading the warmth everywhere as He strikes me in a different spot each time. I close My eyes and settle in. I've been spanked many times, so I know I can take a lot; I'm not afraid. Nonetheless, this is totally humiliating and indeed I feel like a naughty little boy about to be punished for every little thing I have ever done wrong in my life. He begins to spank me harder and I welcome the pain, but sooner than I expected, the pain gets more severe and He hits places that are becoming very sore. At one point, He uses His hand to spread my legs and His hand reaches inside My legs and He hits me there. The blows get harder and quicker. I do start to moan and actually cry out good and loud as areas of my flesh are really getting sore. His hands seem to be reaching more and more deeply into my pain receptors and before long I realize that I am getting spanked more severely than ever before and I am now crying out and hollering, and a few of His blows make me scream. Tears come into my eyes and soon begin falling down my cheeks. The blows continue and now I am sobbing like a baby and writhing despite the fact that my wrists are tightly bound and crick is holding my ankles down, yet still I am trying to escape the power of His punishing hands, but the blows keep falling and now I am choking on my own sobs and my face it totally wet, and for the first time I am wanting to resist my fate while at the same time I am happy to be giving the two Wiggens men so much pleasure at the expense of my throbbing ass flesh. Suddenly, it stops, but mMy crying and sobbing do not stop. Nor does the fire raging in my flesh. No one moves. All that is happening is my sobbing and now I am hiccupping like a little child.
Suddenly, Billy speaks. "That was fucking awesome, Dad. Thanks so much!" Master William speaks: "crick, let go of the boys ankles and crawl over to lick the tears off its face." crick comes over and I can barely make out His features as he licks and sucks the tears from ,y face and this is far more humiliating that the whipping I have just endured. "Stop now, crick," says Master William. He lets go of me and I fall onto the floor and actually find myself folding into almost a fetal position and hidemMy face as if I can somehow hide from the degradation of a savage thrashing witnessed by the man who now owns me and His father who has arranged for this transformation to take place in ,y miserable life. Everyone stays still and suddenly a tremendous peace comes over me despite the throbbing in ,y nether regions. Time passes; I don't know how much.
Finally, Billy speaks. "Okay, slave alex, welcome to the family. It is time for me to bring you home. Get up off the floor and pick up your clothes and follow me back to our place. It is so hard to move, and I can't manage to raise my eyes, whipped boy that I am. I pick up the [ants and shirt. "Put on the foot gear, slave." I do so. "Follow me." He leaves the room and I follow along, limping because of the pain I still feel.
END OF CHAPTER 9
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