Chapter 52. Finally, Calvin (and others) get well managed.
So now we've only got one character who has not been paired off with anyone. Calvin's downloaded several apps and on-line sites and described himself as "inexperienced and naïve but willing to learn more and more about being overcome by an intelligent and quite demonic Dominant (male)."
One more detail is important: Calvin has a step-brother 5 years older than him. They've spent some time together and seemed to hit it off but it's never gone anywhere. After all, in college years they're an entire generation apart! They've never spoken about their sexuality. Enough said. And you can probably figure out exactly how it all might go down. As follows:
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They're both using the same app.
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They make first contact then start chatting seriously.
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He makes Calvin feel very comfortable and he's easy to talk to, to tell his secrets to.
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The Dom of the pair asks a lot of questions and gets a lot of information.
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They decide to meet. The Dom tells Calvin exactly how he should be dressed and where to go.
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They discover that they've been communicating with each other all this time. Gus brings Calvin home and shows him around his house and his "playroom."
It doesn't take much to coax Calvin naked, to grind bodies CMNM style with Gus running the show and Calvin comfortable enough to go along with it. Gus now knows quite a bit about Calvin, and he very skillfully helps him discover how to negotiate submission and obedience. Sexually nothing wilder than a blow job. Gus tells Calvin that he has a lot to learn and gives him a 7" dildo to practice with, trying to get past the gag reflex on his own.
Calvin also gets his first real spanking and seriously pushes himself to hang in there longer than he thought he could, just to make Gus proud of him. Gus also gives wonderful hugs to boys who have just been thrashed in some way and Calvin learns how he rewards boys who submit to him as best they can.
Calvin told Gus about the wedding he's going to and begged Gus to come with him. Gus agrees, but only if they go back to Gus's house after the wedding for some of what Gus calls "Training," which will mainly be exploring Calvin's sensitivity to pain. Calvin bows to the ground before him and promises to be a good boy.
"You'll be wearing a collar, boy, one that is subtle enough for those who don't know the scene but a clear sign that you are a slave to the Doms at the event. Relax. It won't be too prominent."
"Yes, Gus, I'll wear whatever you want me to wear."
"Of course. I'll keep you calling me Gus until after the wedding, then I'll teach you the way I want you to speak. Will our parents be there?"
"I don't believe so. They really haven't known too many people in the scene."
"So much the better. I want you to go home now. Don't touch that cock either. Only when I tell you to or allow it."
Calvin takes a deep breath. "Yes, Sir."
Gus gives him a pair of shorts to wear and sends him home in just those shorts and flipflops. Another turn-on. AS soon as he gets home, he tries to call dylan. Tommy answers the phone.
"Hello, Calvin. Dylan can't come to the phone right now. Can I help you?"
"I guess so Sir. I just wanted to let you guys know that I actually met someone who is really interested in taking me for himself. Funny thing: I've known him for a long time but never realized he was a Dom. Besides that, I've had a crush on him for years. He's really hot. 5 years older than me."
"Interesting. How did you connect?"
"I ran ads on several apps and he was the best to respond. We talked through the app for a long time and then arranged to meet this afternoon. Well, lo and behold, I was shocked when I realized he was interested in training me and will work with my limits. It's all too good to be true."
"Well it's wise to keep thinking that way so you don't get all bent out of shape when and if he disappoints you or doesn't want any more from you than an occasional scene or blow job."
Calvin chuckles. "He gave me a dildo to practice with to open my throat. Shaped like a beautiful cock."
"Lucky you. Use it well, boy. In fact, use it right now. I want to hear what it sound like when you start gaging. Go get it and bring it to the phone, boy."
Calvin fetches it and brings it to the phone. "Have it here, Sir."
"Good boy. Now put it in your mouth and start fucking your throat with it. Keep the phone close so I can here the sounds you make." Calvin does as Tommy's told him, trying each time to go down a little further until at last he hits the gag spot and makes sure Tommy hears it.
"Good. Do it again. Keep on. Play around that gag spot, Let me hear it, Calvin."
Calvin gets it down five times and finally there are tears coming from his eyes.
"That's . . . . .that's about as much as I can handle now, Sir. Sorry if I'm disappointing you."
"You didn't disappoint me at all. That was hot. It made my cock feel even better while my slave is sucking and licking it." (So THAT'S why Dylan couldn't come to the phone. He had a cock in his mouth.) "You did well. Now make sure you continue practicing. That new Master will know if you haven't been doing it."
"So I wanted you to know that I'm bringing Gus with me was my PlusOne on Saturday."
"Splendid. I look forward to meeting him."
Tommy ends the call because he starts cumming and it is really hot! He trembles all over. The slave cleans his cock and licks his balls and then puts its face around the head of Tommy's cock, just in case. Tommy leaves him waiting there like that.
"You're a good boy for showing me how you're ready to show your devotion, but I'm the one in charge of your urinal training and I'm going to deprive you of it tonight, boy. Instead, help me roll over and bury your face in my ass, lick my hole like a good pig."
Dylan loves it when Tommy makes demands of him that he didn't expect. He goes to town.
"Use your hands to spread my cheeks, boy. Get that tongue all the way in there for your Master."
dylan moans and does as he's been told. Tommy moans as a result.
Later when they're just cuddling Tommy tells dylan about Calvin's call and what's going on in his life. dylan is delighted: both Calvin and Michael are bringing dates that might work out to something greater.
. . . PETER
"I'm thinking that I might let a few of my friends use you as their urinal," Peter tells the slave while it is actually drinking its Master's piss and the news hits the slave in its gut. Not too long ago, it was frightened by the idea of having to drink piss, but now it is a regular occurrence and more a sign than anything else of just how low this slave is and how it no longer has any control over anything in its life. tyler figured that this would inevitably happen so he isn't surprised by the idea, only sad that it might be happening sooner than expected in its life.
The slave cleans out its Master's cock slit and then sits back with its eyes lowered, hoping that if it is totally obedient the rest of the week it will be allowed to go to the wedding with Master. But here again the slave realizes just how little control it has left over its life. It should be a simple thing for it to decide to attend the wedding as an individual, but it understands that a sub can only expect to be invited if its Dom gives permission.
And at the moment, Peter is undecided. Damn!
tyler wakes up and realizes how resentful he is over this. He has to confess this to Peter, and resolves to do it as soon as he can. Even before he starts the coffee in the morning he goes to Peter and tells him that he has something to confess, something on his mind. Peter goes to sit down and orders the slave to crawl to him and kiss his feet. Tyler has only done this once before and he's very anxious about it and can't decide what to say. He tries to lose himself in serving Peter's feet until at last Peter says "Stop, Kneel up now and tell me what's been going on in your head."
"Master, I am resenting the fact that I can only go to the wedding if you allow me to accompany you. That I can't just get an invitation as an individual friend of theirs."
"Good. So I hope that helps you realize just how free man's rights are being stripped from you. Notice too that none of the slaves and subs are free to accept invitations. It isn't only you. It's part of being a slave. So suck it up. Eat the humiliation."
Peter leaves tyler kneeling there and goes to get his riding crop. He sits back down. "I'll give you a few reminders of what you are, slave. Hands behind your head now!" tyler moves. Peter lashes each armpit with the crop and tyler cries out. Peter is pleased. He moves down and lashes each nipple and this gets the slave bending out of position because of the pain. Eventually the slave is able to get back in position, hands behind head once again, eyes lowered. Peter lashes each nipple a second time and this time the slave actually screams as it loses its position again. Then Peter stands up and begins lashing the slave's body in whatever position it's in and once again the slave is forced to "dance" on the ground trying to avoid getting whipped in very painful places. Finally, once tyler is sobbing, Peter stops.
"Just look at yourself, faggot. Naked on the ground in front of me sobbing because I just punished you for being resentful and I expect you to see things more realistically. How could a miserable faggot in your position right now even think of deserving an invitation to anything at all? A piss-drinking well whipped slave, not a human being with rights. That's what you are, tyler and you will never be any higher than you are now. Now get the fuck up off that floor and get busy changing the sheets and whatever else a houseboy slave has to do. Make this place shine, slaveboy."
Tyler takes every one of the Master's words to heart and feels more completely humiliated than ever before. He goes about doing things that need to get done and while this is happening Peter is in his office on the phone. "right. 9 am. I have the address. enter when the door opens and immediately strip naked. Okay, Scotty. Talk soon."
He goes to the slave to let it know: "I've booked you to serve naked on Friday. You have to be there by 9. This Dom is a ginger. Maybe if you're lucky, you'll get to see his ginger pubes. And lick his ginger asshole. You'll work until 6 pm. I told him he can decide whether or not to feed you. Oh, and also this: I figure there's no reason to hold off, so I told him you'll drink his piss if he wants. Maybe this is your first chance to realize what it's like to be ordered to suck another man's piss, a stranger just using you like the urinal you are."
"Have you advertised me, Master?"
"No need to. I told two guys and word is already getting around. I had several requests to use you on Saturday but I refused. You'll be busy Saturday, one way or another. But I'm not having you scrubbing floors naked the day your fellow sub is getting married. Married: something you'll never be. No, tyler, no marriage for you. You're just OWNED. Property. First you get collared, then you get my name tattooed, and then maybe in ten years or so, you get branded."
"Branded? RED RED RED RED RED!!! Can you imagine?"
Peter chuckles. "You have to admit that the IDEA of being subjugated that much is hot, but the reality most certainly is not. And damn, what a horrible thing was done to all those African slaves. They were all branded by their owners. And probably no time to properly recover. I wonder how many of them died from it."
"Sad. Almost makes me feel guilty about playing around with this stuff."
"You have a lot more to feel guilty about than that, slave. But your submissiveness is part of your nature. You were made to be a total submissive and you'd never be happy as anything other than a bdsm slave. You have GOT to be directed, ruled over, disciplined and trained, a strong man over your head. And that's what you've got, tyler. That's why it's so stupid to get resentful about anything at all. Not for you. So keep telling me if resentment surfaces again. I intend to beat it out of you, boy."
tyler says nothing but hangs his head low while his dick is trying to move around in its cage. If he had anything to say about it, he would be jerking off right now after what Peter said to him. Peter does this to him all the time. That's why he's the Master. He's lost in that thought and is standing still.
Peter sees him spacing out and lets it play itself out. As soon as tyler starts to move, Peter is right there behind him. "What thought took over in your head, tyler?" By calling him by his ordinary name, Peter signals that this is a safe space to answer the Master's question.
"I was just thinking of how much power you have over me when you speak like you do sometimes. If I were free and uncaged, I would be jerking off several times a day the way you turn me on."
"That's why you need to be caged. Restrained. Controlled. Restricted. Too much attention on dealing with your own turn-on sexually rather than by being more obedient and humbled before your Master. Channel all that sexual energy into working with all your heart at pleasing your Master. No matter what he requires of you. Like drinking some stranger's piss? Besides, it shouldn't matter to you and once you're a true urinal you'll understand what I'm saying. Total subjugation."
"It's more intense than a marriage, isn't it?"
"Wait until this weekend, till after the wedding. Then let's see what you think the next time I order you to take the head of my cock in your mouth."
"Wise words, as usual, Peter. I have to have a true basis of comparison."
"And besides, because of what we've been speaking about, the next time I have you gulping down my piss it will be even more humiliating for you because I'll know what's on your mind."
"So I'm going to the wedding?"
"Of COURSE, you're going to the wedding, you ding-dong! Damn, it's so fucking easy to play with your head, kid."
"Well you had me wondering for a bit. Especially after you cancelled out with Tommy about tonight."
"I assure you, you'll be in no shape to want to go to Tommy's tonight."
"Uh-oh."
"Stupid thing to say. What you should be saying is `please, Master?'"
"Please, Master."
"Please what?"
"Please keep training me, Master."
"It will never end, tyler; it will never end."
MICHAEL
When the slave wakes up with its head on Michael's chest, at first it can't remember where it is, but then it remembers and begins to cry again. And its ass hurts so very very much after that caning. Michael lets it continue to weep for a while, but then wants it to serve him. "I have to piss," he says and immediately gets out of the bed and stands up. The slave gets the point and as quickly as possible gets on its knees before this Master and takes the end of his cock in its mouth.
"I'm assuming that your first Master had you well trained to take morning piss," he says to Aspin as his flow begins and Aspin concentrates on being an open receptacle for what comes pouring out of Michael's dick. "Lick and suck my balls," he commands, and once again this slave is going to train itself to not get resentful when forced to do one thing for a very long time.
"I know that a slave's sense of humiliation increases when it is pushed to go beyond what it finds comfortable. I know how this is hurting you. It's better than beating you at this point." Finally he tells the slave to kneel up and then slaps the slave across the face a few times. "Good morning, Aspin."
"Good morning, Sir."
"I'm going to shower. You will go to the kitchen and prepare bacon and scrambled eggs and coffee. You have permission to drink coffee to wash down my piss, but not to brush your teeth. You're smart enough to find your way around the kitchen, boy."
"Yes, Sir." Aspin realizes that he almost replied "Yes, Master." He doesn't know what to do about this. This is the first time since Master's death that Aspin's been taken down so far by a Dom he's just met by accident. And yet . . . . Dare he hope? . . . . He should know better.
Michael comes into the kitchen, showered, shaved and dressed normally, looking quite put together.
He sees the table set for one. The slave pours coffee for Michael then places a serving dish with scrambled eggs and cheese and a plate of bacon, and puts bread in the toaster. Michael takes what he wants from the plates, has the slave butter his toast, and begins to eat, instructing Aspin how to position itself on the floor where Michael can view him. He has to go over to kick at Aspin's thighs to get the legs farther apart. "Always this way, slave."
"After I'm finished you may eat whatever is left before you clean up. In the meantime, tell me a bit about why you said that your Master "got you," when you were only 13 years old. You can entertain me this way when I have my meals and that way I'll get to know everything I want to know about you. So begin when you say he "got you."'
"Actually, Sir, he rescued me. My family lived off the grid. My parents were killed in an accident and we didn't know for a few days because they had no id's. I don't fully understand because it doesn't make too much sense, but every time I asked more about it I got a beating, so I stopped trying. My grandpa lived with us, so now it was just him and me and he took charge. He was real mean and made me work hard and took his strap to me a lot. Master lived in the area and kind of made a deal with the old man. next thing I know was that I was living with the man I'd come to call Master. It was better than living with my grandfather. I was allowed to sleep in a bed, not on the floor, and he taught me how to pluck chickens and get them ready for frying. He never hit me or raised his voice at me, and if I was naughty, he'd just make me stand still facing the wall for very long times. Once I fell asleep while I was standing there so he put me to bed and then made me stand there again for the whole morning. After that, I stopped letting myself fall asleep.
"He explained to me that he got me from the old man because he heard I worked hard and got beaten a lot. He never told me how he worked that out. He told me that he owned me like I was one of his tools or even one of his animals. I was there to keep him company and to do what I was told and as long as that was going on I'd be fine. He taught me a lot. Instead of doing hard labor all the time, he began schooling me and I was a quick learner. One day about a year after he took me, he told me we were going to go back on the grid, that he was working it out, and so that's what happened almost over night. I don't know how he got his money or anything about that. He started going to work every day and he made me go to high school but never to say anything about him or the fact that I was owned. That was okay because I was terribly shy and was happy not to have to talk to anyone. School was too easy for me; Master had taught me well. But I was so bored, so very bored. And I kept whining and complaining about it.
That's when I got my first REAL SERIOUS spanking. That's when I began to realize what I was going to become because I really got turned on by it."
By now, Michael has finished his breakfast. The story interests him but he has things to do today. He gets up and leaves the room for his office and leaves Aspin to clean up.
END OF CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
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