THIRTEEN
My first "customer" was on his way to my room—or rather, cell. Already there's someone who wants me, an old man compared to all the young bucks available? Wow. I'm surprised.
Naked, I grovel as instructed, trembling inside. I remember what it was like when my Dad was renting me out to his friends and I'd have to strip naked before they arrived. Story of my life, I guess.
The lights are dimmed, I don't know how. Someone opens the door and comes in. No need to knock, I see. He walks near to me. He is barefoot. Attractive feet. (I usually check when I can.) I'm quivering here as he inspects me—I guess that's what he's doing---"It's always such a nice thing to see when a grown adult man suddenly lets go of all that and begins life again as a newbie slave." He starts poking at my body with his big toe and then sticks it in my mouth. "Suck it, slave. Suck all of them."
Wow. He's very perspective and I take in everything he said: (1) I have to let go of my entire life as a free man. (2) I'm beginning a new life now. (3) Despite any sexual experience I had in the past, the men who come to use me now will all see me as "a newbie slave."
He wants me to suck his toes, so I get started. I quickly realize that I can indeed "let go" of everything other than what I've been told to do. I suck his toes and lick his feet and while I'm doing it, he has a lot to say about what it will take to become the slave the Master has decided I must become. It seems to me that the Master coached him in how to help me develop a new attitude. He keeps telling me how I must forget about my life as a free man and learn a new way of thinking. I'm here because the Master has decided this is the way He wants me to live now. That is all that matters now. My attention must be focused on obeying everyone who comes to make use of me. Any example of selfish thinking will be quickly punished. I still fear the Master's whip, and that is good. I should fear it. He doesn't whip me to satisfy my masochistic desires. He whips me to punish me, pure and simple.
I realize it isn't going to be easy to let go of my desire to have control over what happens in my life. All control has to be given up to the Master and to the men who own this brothel and therefore own me as well. Damn it, isn't that what I've always wanted, to surrender my constant drive to be in control? Well, here I am, and here it is, and as I serve this men who PAID to use me, they are the ones who are in control. While I'm down on the ground slobbering over this stranger's feet (which thankfully were washed before came in here), I realize that I'm actually grateful to the Master for taking me from my ordinary life and depositing me here in this place where I can finally become what I've always wanted to become: a slave, owned by superior men, and all I have to do is be obedient to their wishes and demands. That's all. No home, no career, no authority, no freedom, no control over any aspect of my new life.
Now, for the first time, I'm grounded. Literally, down on the ground, sucking and licking the feet of a superior man who paid to use me however he wants. If I get distracted, if I fail to focus doing what I've been commanded to do, if I show any signs of resistance or resentment, if I try to exert control in any way whatsoever, I'll be whipped.
Finally the man pushes me away with his foot and drops his pants. He tries to kick them off so I help him and once they're off I kiss his feet again, waiting to be told what to do next. He chuckles. "that's right, slut," he says. "Kneel up." I do so but keep my eyes lowered to the ground. "Raise your eyes to mine. I obey. His face is radiant and benevolent and goddam good-looking. And I remember that I had just licked and sucked both of his feet for a long time. And I'm happy that I was given permission to serve him that way.
"Two places to look, slave: my eyes or the floor"
"Yes, Master."
I look down for a little while then look up to his eyes again. He smiles and reaches for my nipples. He uses them to pull my chest closer to him and I made my legs keep up. Then he pushes me back and I'm actually hanging from his fingers which are tightening their grip on my nipples and the pain causes me to groan. When he pullsd\ me back up I scream. Couldn't help it.
He moves his hands up and starts playing with my face, actually toying with it. "I made you scream," he says. I'm really not sure what he meant by saying that but it doesn't matter if I understand or not, although I understand that I'll probably be screaming some more. Hs fingers go to my lips and pry them apart "Open." I do so then simply let his fingers take over as they decide how far open he wants my mouth to be.
Soon I'm sucking a finger, then another one, then three and now he's forcing them down my throat looking for my gag spot. He finds it and keeps his fingers there until I start trembling like crazy. Then he stops, smacks my face a couple times, and pushes my head down to the floor. Instinctively now, I start kissing his feet again. That's where I belong.
"Yes indeed. You're being a good obedient slave. The slave I want you to be, not the slave you think you want to be. Your ideas about what you are don't matter. Every man who comes here will have a new way to train you, a new way he wants you to be. Each man who uses you will train you again just like the beginner you will always be. You are nothing on your own. You only matter when a Master is training you how to matter. Remember that, faggot. You must always be open to learning a new way. Now keep your eyes down again."
"Stick your head between my legs now." he holds me tightly there, but then he says "Use the top of your bald head to rub my taint nicely." Holy fucking shit. It takes an awful lot for me to manage to do it, and I realize that my bald head is a new toy a Master can play with.
The he holds my head between his legs and reaches down to toy with my forehead and my eyes. He's picked up a strap on a stick and orders me to get up on my knees with my ass sticking up for him. He only lays three lashes on my ass but from top to bottom instead of side to side. This way hurts more, by the way.
He's had enough, I guess. He orders me to suck his cock and it's a nice one, a little big bigger everywhere than the one I've been trained on. He spits in my mouth three times to lubricate my throat, he says. "Suck!" he commands and I get myself down on his hot cock and start worshipping it with long strokes and a lot of tongue action. I can tell where his most sensitive spots are and I keep going to them, proud that I can give him such a good time. Typical slaveboy thoughts, I guess.
He hit the nail on the head: It really does feel like I'm a beginner at this, at doing things the way he wants me to do them. He's very patient. He lashes me with his strap from time to time. I think I ended up getting ten lashes.-, but man, does he know the spots that hurt the most! As it turns out, he really does make me scream, again and again. Each of those lashes made me scream, and each time he humiliated me by chuckling at me as I reacted to the way he hurt me.
I suck. A lot. He slaps me around, he uses his strap like I said, and he keeps kicking me in the balls and that's the worst of all. I feel the pain all the way up into my gut. He knows that. He knows what he's doing to make me hurt for him. And he isn't shy about doing it. And he rubs it in. "I like hurting you." And later on, "You know much you deserve this." and that just about sums it up. Yes. I know I deserve it. I know I deserve the discipline and humiliation and pain. I reach a point of intense surrender and I voice it to him: "If you want to conquer all of me, you can have me, Sir, Master, Please????" I shudder when I realize what I just said to him.
Eventually he shoots his cum down my throat. Then he orders me to grovel and while I'm down there he gets himself dressed again, turns, and leave the room without saying a single word. "Why bother?" I imagine he's asking himself. "I'm done. I'm not going back there again."
Of course right now I was really hoping he would come back again. And I realize just how needy I am now that I've crossed the line back into this world. Maybe this is temporary. So what? I'm doing it. I want it. I want to be taken, trained and owned. By someone intelligent enough that he knows he doesn't have to be brutal to totally subjugate me. But then again, I might not get what I want. I'm here to serve.
But shit! I'm in a brothel. Lots of hot guys show up, having paid for what they want to do to me, for what they want me to do for them. I, the slave they rented for a couple hours, know nothing of what is going to happen until one of them walks through the door and gives the first order.
Week after week. Nothing else happens. I obey whoever comes through my door. The Master decides what I will read, what I will watch on the screen in my cell, and what on-line tasks I will complete.
Once they brought in a blind guy for me to blow. Youngish, nice smooth slender body. Dirty blond hair. Blind. They figured that since he couldn't see who he was using, the might as well just use the old guy. He was cheaper, too. Perfect! I was a little surprised that his two companions stayed right with us watching and sometimes saying things like "fuck that faggot's throat, Tommy!" And he shouted out like mad when he burst his nut down my throat. Oh and while all this was going on, the two guys who were hanging out both had all their clothes on. Just blind Tommy and me were naked.
Once two guys came in together, both in their 30's I'd say, both out of shape and a bit flabby. They both got hard then sat down together and wanted me to keep moving back and forth on their cocks while they turned their upper bodies to each other and then started to make out while I was getting them off.
The worst I remember was one guy, very large man but average dick, fucked me from behind while doing breath control on me. He really knew what he was doing. I surrendered as was expected. But I hated it. It was okay in the early parts but then got too intense. It didn't make me cry or anything like that. No. It made me get angry. I kept thinking up of ways to curse out the guy who had paid money to do this to me. Oh yeah, he fucked me for a good long time. Nothing rough about that, though. In fact, it was easy to just ignore since the choking was drawing all my attention. I'm gonna ask if they could avoid that for me, that is, if we ever communicate, if they want to know my thoughts on things. Yeah, I know, I'm only a brothel slave. Slaves don't know what they're talking about. They're always trying to mislead the Masters. Sigh!!!!
Once in a while I'd get some time off and one of them would take me out in public and we'd do sight-seeing and shopping and people-watching and generally have a good time. I have to add, though, that my cockring and the ring around my balls were all controlled by my companion's remote set to shock me severely. They told me that before we set out. So generally, what it looked like was some middle-aged guy was out with his son or nephew and the young guy looked confident and cheerful and the old guy looked very uncomfortable. I just went where he took me and did what he told me to do. It was certainly a nice break from the drudgery I was condemned to every single day. Little did I know that the best time of my life was still ahead for me, just waiting around the corner. Soon . . .
@@@ Back then . . .
Clarence caught up to me one day on campus and was happy to see me. He pretty bluntly told me that he told Fred he decided he was going to take more control of me and that would include punishment if needed. What could I say? "I'm willing, Sir, You can do whatever you want with me." Very foolish words to ever say to someone when negotiating a scene Very unhelpful words. I would want to answer something outrageous like, "Anything I want? Would you let me pull out all of your teeth?" or "Would you let me brand you?" and they'd get the point.
But fortunately I've known Clarence since high school and he's always been the Alpha to me. Actually I wanted more of him. Damn, I'd pay my father myself for him to have time with me—if I had money of my own. The only money I get to have is the money my father gives me each day for school expenses and I have to bring Him back the receipts.
"I'm just on the other side of campus," Clarence tells me. "I have a private room. I have a couple hours now. Do you?"
"Yes, Sir, please?"
"Please what?"
I stop to think for a while. "Please practice being my Master, Sir?" hoping that will not be too weird for him
I wait for his answer. "Nice way of putting it. We're both practicing, faggot. You just make sure you practice being my slave real good, slut, real fucking good. Now follow me. I want to use you." And he walks off, quickly. I have to race to not lose sight of him.
And so I practiced stripping naked. He practiced kicking me in the balls a few times. What he wanted to practice the most was slapping me, spitting on me, and choking me slowly to find out how much I could stand. So, of course, we did the things that he wanted to do the most. And once he was done practicing me, he fucked me the way he usually does: slowly and all the way inside me. Sometimes he likes to ram me hard because he likes to hear me scream for him.
I always did what I could to make it more enjoyable for him. I always think that way whenever I'm with Clarence. There's just something about him that has me wishing he'd move more quickly and turn me into his total possession. But how can I say that to him? I'm not sure.
My father hadn't set me up for tonight so I hung out with Clarence a lot longer. He cuddled with me and that was awesome. And he kept me busy at his feet, his balls, his dick after he fucked me with it. I hated that part but he showed me that it was clean and it was the best way for me to show him how much I wanted to be his slave. That did the trick. I did it. Gingerly at first, but then he hit my ass a few times and I got better at it, at least good enough to satisfy him. I bet he was thrilled inside that he was able to have that much power over me. I'll bet he never has that much power over any other young twink subs.
We even had supper together on campus, but he made me wear a slave collar he gave me, so everyone in the school to see what I was. He told me he was advertising both of us that way, me as a slave and him as my Alpha. He preferred saying Alpha than saying Master. He told me that he could only be my Master if I surrendered myself to him lock, stock, and barrel, get whipped by him on a regular basis and be willing to drink his piss whenever he wanted me to. So for now, he's my Alpha. Things are going to stay that way for the immediate future.
When I got home finally, around 8:30 pm, Sir (I shouldn't be calling him my father any more, not when he's selling me to others as a sex slave) told me that someone will be here tomorrow at 7 so make sure I get home in time to clean myself and get the room ready. "Yes, Sir," I answer, glad I got to have some quality time with Clarence and some cuddling afterwards. So far no one who's used me for whatever has ever cuddled with me when it was over. No Most of the time they leave without even saying goodbye. After all, I'm just a slut they rented for a while. That's all. Now it's over. Of course, it isn't over for me. It adds to my repertoire of submissive episodes.
So that next night it was this big fat guy with an awful moustache who just wanted me naked over his knee so he could spank my ass with his huge paw. I screamed a lot that night. And cried, and pleaded for him to stop, but he wouldn't stop until he saw that I was just about to bleed.
Then the worst thing of all happened. He dumped me on the floor, got up and then reached out, offering me a hand to stand up. "So here's the deal, faggot. We're going upstairs so I can show you ass to your father so he can see what a well-spanked boy's ass looks like. He wants to see the evidence." OMG OMfuckingG! "Like this?" I asked. "Exactly like that, with your little willy shaking in the breeze and your red ass just about to bleed. I swear I could make you bleed, boy, with just a couple more slaps, so don't test me. No, get that red ass upstairs, boy."
He practically pushed me up the stairs and I didn't dare protest. I was still sobbing and this made it even more embarrassing. I got up the stairs and walked into the kitchen. "So what have we here?" The guy spoke up. "Take a good look, Sir. See what a boy like this needs to help him know his place. With a regular thrashing like this a boy's not apt to be of any trouble and will do his chores without any complaint." Dad says, "turn around, boy. Let me see what my faggot's ass looks like when it gets the proper discipline." And I do. And this is the very must worst thing to happen in my entire life.
I just keep standing there while Dad and the fat bully have a private little conversation. They come to some sort of agreement. Dad turns to me. "I want some of the other dads around here see how a wild disobedient boy can be taken under discipline. I'm having a few of them over in three weeks and we'll all sit and watch you get another thrashing like the one you got tonight.. They might want my buddy Sal's services as well with their brats. We'll have the best behaved teens and college boys in the state." Part of me is terrified at the prospect, but another part of me is secretly thrilled about being exposed that way in front of my classmates' Dads.
I'm dismissed. I go downstairs and let the damn burst as I pour out my tears and misery and almost drench my pillow. Not only that, but I could hardly speak the next day because of all the screaming I did. And you know something? I began thinking over what Clarence told me, wondering if I should do it. At least then I'd know who I was going to be serving all the time. Somehow I've got to get out from under my father's control. @@@
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