ELEVEN
After he caned me, Luke left me there alone in pain until I started to calm down. There I was, a slaveboy all alone in the world. Everything had been taken away. I had no rights. I had nowhere to run to and no one would believe me if I told them I was being enslaved by a guy less than half my age! My "inner slave" trembled in masochistic ecstasy.
"Let the pain remind you how well you're gonna serve me," he said when he took me inside to his room and lay down on the bed. "Now, faggot, start at the bottom on my toes and feet. Make every inch of them feel your tongue. Make believe my feet are the best tasting things you've every eaten. Use saliva, slaveboy. The whole deal. You know, faggot." and I should probably thank him because that's the hottest thing I've heard in a while. He really knows how to break in a slaveboy, that's for sure. And I get lost. There is nothing in my world but his feet and the shapes of each toe and what it feels like to lick everywhere and the scent of the soap he used in the shower is really helping my enthusiasm. "That's right, slaveboy. You just crossed over. Now you know that I'm giving you a nice treat. My body to eat. Every fucking inch of it for you to enjoy, slaveboy. You'll be the happiest faggot pig of all, slaveboy. And Leo told me you'll drink me down when I tell you to, like a thirsty urinal. That's how fucking low you are, slaveboy. You get off on all this."
He has me make a quick light trip up his legs then get lost feasting on his inner thighs. they're hairless there, so white and smooth, and I can hear how his breathing responds to what I'm doing to him. Lick and suck and munch and I'd really like to nibble on him here. He decides I've had enough of that. He grabs my head and forces it right between his legs on the flesh and taint under his balls. "Clean it out good in there, faggot. Maybe get a reminder of what my piss tastes like. Lick in there good, slaveboy. Don't wimp out now. He scrapes my bald head and I go wild and get in there in a frenzy and yes, I fucking enjoy this, every second, every inch of it.
"Hold it there a sec," he says. "Don't move." He moves his feet up and bunches up and throws his legs up over his head as much as he can, exposing his crack and his hole. "In there, faggot. Eat your supper like a good slaveboy. All over then around my hole. Drool over me then use it to clean me up with."
I am getting really tired and the backs of my legs are throbbing something awful and there are tears in my eyes and they're sweaty when I lick up what falls off my face onto his skin. Then I'm at his hole. Thank God he's just showered because I would be taking my life into my hands if I refused to eat him out the way I know he expects. I get myself loose and go to town on him, and right, the smell of the shampoo is even there. IN fact, I bet he deliberately put it up his hole too. Shit, this is one sweet Master, no matter how hard he hits me.
That night Luke took me to a club with a really rough reputation. He bound me to something and went off socializing with his friends. Some motorcycle riders, Hell's Angels types, had their fun with me. They spit on me and slapped me around. Three guys made me suck their dicks for a while. Then a guy who looked like a marine came over to me, took out his large cock (six inches flaccid), pried my jaw open then slapped me as he forced it into my mouth.
He looked down at me and threw me a harsh sneer, saying, "If you ain't already a urinal, faggot, you're gonna get broken in right now. If you spill any of my piss I'll beat you black and blue and toss you in a ditch somewhere on a country road. I've been drinking a lot of beer, so my piss is probably watery. Lucky for you, faggot," because you're gonna drink every fucking drop of it. Sure enough, I could feel the strength of his shooting piss and struggled to swallow it without reminding myself that it's his piss. It really didn't taste too bad. I looked up at him saw him staring down at me. His eyes were intense, so sure, I drank his piss not because he was forcing me to but because I would honestly do anything he told me to do.
I'm going to stop there tell you a little bit more about what happened senior year high school, not really all that long ago.
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back then. . .
The Prom was drawing near and it was really uncomfortable. I just didn't like girls back then, not at all, and several of them had crushes on me and would act coy around me and I thought I gag. The DDD's announced that none of us would be going to the prom, and female hearts all over campus were breaking. I was really surprised because I really thought that they were mostly straight despite what they were making me do for them. But Fred told me that they decided to do that because they could tell how uptight I was getting about the fucking Prom. So in a big way they were protecting me. Damn! That's how they took care of me.
But I'll tell you what: I had plenty of opportunity to show them how grateful I was for the way they took care of me. I had my own special ways of taking care of them in return. The night of the prom we planned to meet at Clarence's place because his father was on a business trip and left him alone—after all he was 17 --I got there long before the others because Clarence wanted me to suck him off before we were all together, and then he cuddled me until they showed up. He told me I would suck him off a second time after I serviced the other guys.
He also had this really hot movie about three guys who were kidnapped and then sold for ransom—he had them display themselves naked, even---and how things went for them. We were all horny as hell halfway through it and I got down on the floor and crawled over to Fred so it would look like I chose to suck him off first. Of course, Fred knew just how to get me feeling romantic before Mick got his rocks off in my mouth. At least this time he waited until he was finished before he pulled out of my mouth.
And then it was Clarence again. God bless Clarence! He decided to put on a real show, talking rough to me and ordering me around. He made me clean his armpits then suck his feet. The other guys were aghast, at least Mick was. He smacked me around and paid a lot of attention (too much attention) to my nipples and told the other guys about how much it made faggots do anything he wanted. Then he started slapping my face and spitting on it over and over and when I opened my mouth to cry out he rammed himself into my mouth and fucked my face while calling me faggot and cocksucker and slave and I think I could have fallen in love with him if he had ended up hanging around after graduation. But then after he shot his load in my mouth he started telling the others that I was going to become some man's slave probably before I got out of college and that they should let others know that they could make me do anything they wanted.
Holy shit! Holy fucking shit! Only two weeks to go before we get out of this hellhole, and he starts to out me to the entire school not only as a faggot but also as a bdsm slave. Fortunately it was more than most of the guys could handle back then at their age so most of them didn't want to deal with anything like that. Don't forget that some of them were probably already aware that they were gay and I was giving them a very bad picture of it. Sorry, guys! Punish me if you see fit.
Actually, that was my biggest fantasy that a couple of my classmates would make me strip naked and then start beating me with their belts. I had to give a couple of blowjobs and one guy kept spitting on the back of my head while I was sucking him off so I was wet all over by the time he shot his load and then walked away. I would never look closely at either one of them so I wouldn't know who they were. Pretty nice cocks, though. Real regular, if you know what I mean.
One night three guys from the illegal high school undercover frat took me to a house buried deep in the woods. We walked in and it was just one room with all sorts of things around, beds, and junk and I even saw a set of handcuffs on a table and I started getting scared. "Not sure I can do this, guys," I said. "Be cool, man, be cool. Just hang out a while," one of the said.
They had pot with them and passed around a couple joints and one of them kept making me take really big drags on it. They started stripping naked and I didn't. "It's okay dude. We like hanging this way. Nothing to be shy about." And they started coaxing me bit by bit and eventually all I had on was my boxers and my socks and I was hard as a rock and it was making my boxers stick out. They pointed and laughed at me. Then they coaxed me to play with each of them and get them hard.
Then once they knew I was really high on the pot and on their cocks, one of the took a strap and hit me square across the ass. Then the game was on and they all started in on me. I really got hurt a few times, but they'd never really ever done anything like that before and they got too uncomfortable and decided to stop.
One of them wanted a blow job, so I sucked his cock while the two other guys jerked theirs. Both of them ended up cumming on me and they were cheering me on as their favorite cocksucker, they said. One the guy I was sucking off shot his load on my face cause I told him I wouldn't swallow.
Word got around school about what had happened and how all three of them came on my naked body after beating me with a couple straps, but most of the people didn't care because they were too worried about passing finals. (No problem at all for me.) After we graduated a quite a few of the guys from the class would come by and invite me to "go for walks with them," and usually they took me somewhere so I could service them. A couple of them got off on whipping my ass before I sucked them. I'll tell you what: when they did that it would get them so horny that they'd cum real quick once they got their dicks in my mouth!
So like is said, some of them started getting off on whipping my ass and one guy wouldn't stop until I was crying like the crybaby I was—that's what he called me. That was a wild summer and I was more convinced than ever that I was going to become a slave, if there was such a thing. But don't forget there was very little pornography about any of that stuff.
College started, I went locally and lived with my old man who wasn't abusive but also wasn't nice. One night my sophomore year, though, after supper, he said he wanted to talk to me and we sat at the kitchen table across from one another. Both of us sat there with our hands folded on the table. We had had talks like this a lot when I was growing up. I hated them but he never really did much to punish me, even though by the time I was in high school I kept hoping he would.
Anyway that night as we sat face to face he looked real intense. I want to know something from you, Robbie, he said (don't forget that was my legal name—check back to chapter one if you forgot), I want to ask you a question and I want a direct and honest one word answer, no more than that." He took a breath and I was feeling scared. His eyes got even more intense. He said four words which upended my life: "Are you a fag?" I said yes. "Are you a cocksucker for guys around town?" "Yes" "You like doing it?" I started to say most of the time but he cut me short. "One word answers, faggot. Remember." First time my Dad ever called me faggot.'
And then he went silent and we kept sitting there and I was starting to sweat and my gut was tighter than it had ever been. Finally he spoke again,
"Actually I had heard about your, um. . . ways to make dudes feel good, and I've heard what they say about you. And I've been thinking about what I'd do when it came time for you to face me about it. So I came up with options for you. Three, actually.
"Option Number one: You take whatever you can carry and get your faggot ass out of my house and never come back.
"Option Number two: You live here and continue in college, but I'll be selling you to men who like faggots sucking them off. If I get any complaints about your service, I'll allow the guy who complained to tie you naked to our stockade fence and whip the shit out of you while the animals and workers look at you being punished for not being a good enough cocksucker."
"And Option Number three: My cousin Ethan owns a cattle ranch out west and I'll send you to him. He says he knows how to take care of faggots like you and his cowboys could make good use of you. It will cut down on them going into town and getting in all sorts of trouble when they get drunk. They'll break you in good. He says he'll enjoy watching them having at your body with a rawhide."
"So those are the choices, faggot. And that's what I'll be calling you from now on: faggot. I want your answer in ten minutes." And with that he got up from the table and went outside to smoke a cigarette. @@@
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Here are the other stories I have posted, with the dates where you can find them:
The first five should be read in order:
The Alex Chronicles 9/25/2022 Sweet Subjugation 1/15/2023 Brandon's Bosses 4/3/2023 Brandon's Brothers 5/19/2023 Total Subjugation 5/25/2023
These stories are stand-alone
Tommy Loves His Sub 8/17/2023 Training Toby 12/31/2023 Breaking Me In 03/10/2024