THIRTEEN
When Prof. Sullivan walked into their humanities room and saw the two sitting together, right away she noticed both Toby's new collar and the hickeys and winked at Derek with a smile on her face.
They were discussing ancient Roman history, especially the hard lives of slaves and how they were frequently tortured or whipped for no reason at all other than a Master of Mistress felt like doing it. It seems that all male slaves, mostly captured soldiers, were regularly sodomized by their Masters as a way of humiliating them and making them realize that they weren't regarded as real men any longer.
One of the women in the class, a good-looking girl named Loretta, had something to say. "Interesting that you speak about slaves, Professor. There's a rumor going around that one of the boys in the freshman dorm is living like a slave now. Apparently he has to be naked in the dorm at all times and someone saw him in the shower yesterday wearing a chastity device and having marks from a whipping on his body. One of my friends saw it all close up last night and got more information about it. I'd love to find out who it is. They say this guy is naked even when there are women in the dorm."
Derek, the wise guy, chimes in. "Loretta let me know if you ever find out who it is."
The Prof takes over. "We're veering a bit off topic now but I'll allow it. In case you don't realize this, a lot of men and women, both gay and straight, play around in the BDSM world—That's Bondage and Discipline, Sadism and Masochism. There are even clubs where people go to carry on such activities. It's rare to find Doms or subs (that's dominants or submissives) as young as you people, but it's not out of the question. If it's true, I just hope the guys are getting advice from more experienced people. That's important."
She looks directly at Derek who nods, indicating he knows. The Prof continues: "It's vitally important to make a big distinction here. The BDSM activity in today's sexual culture is mostly role-play, acting, or short-term encounters and the rule for it everywhere is "safe, sane and consensual." No one in their right mind would enter into a scene sight unseen (pardon the pun) with someone who was not abiding by those standards.
Anything more than that would be considered criminal. Slavery in Roman times, or even slavery in the USA before the Civil War, was a horrible and brutal reality. Slaves were literally worked to death or placed in very dangerous situations. Torture and beatings were common. Parts of their bodies could be amputated as punishment, particularly the ears and noses. Masters could do anything to their slaves including ending their lives. They were starved, bought and sold on open markets where they were made to stand naked for examination, families were frequently broken up, and even more than that.
In addition to that, right now in our own time slavery is hidden yet common throughout the world. Trafficked children often end up as slaves, prostitutes are often captured and sold to owners. This is a serious problem and it is continually getting worse."
"Please keep all this in mind when you think about real slavery, not about the fun and games that happen in sex clubs and between partners who like the roleplay. If you ever have any question about this, please don't hesitate to speak with me with total confidentiality. If you find it happening on campus, please respect the practitioners and neither comment nor interfere. If you ask politely, they will usually be willing to chat with you about it at an agreed time."
And with that, it's time for class to be over. Everyone leaves except for Derek, who orders Toby to wait outside the classroom. He speaks quietly to the professor. "I just wanted you to know, Professor, that Toby's the naked boy in the dorm. This happened very quickly between us and there is a lot of love in our relationship in addition to the fact that I'm training him to be my slave and others, including one of his uncles, are helping us a lot. We have a lot of people we can go to."
"I suspected as much, Derek, which is why I allowed to conversation to go where it did. I wanted everyone to have as clear a picture as possible about the distinction between the current scene and the way so many actual slaves have suffered throughout history and even now, unfortunately. The only thing I'd want to ask you is whether you are sure you're keeping the boy safe."
"Absolutely, Professor. At this point I'm slowly having us come out,' so we're letting the rumors get started. Safety is my top priority, and we're gradually making friends who will help me keep it safe. (Ooops, I usually refer to Toby as it')." "Not a problem. Understand completely," responds Dr. Sullivan.
"What happens when you're not with `it,' does it still stay naked in the dorm?" "Yes it does," answers Derek, "but there is always someone we can ask to look out for it, especially when I have late rehearsals. It must always be naked, but it is never alone and unprotected." "Good to know," she answers. "I happen to know a number of men in the scene. If you want, I can arrange some introductions."
"That would be wonderful. Maybe next semester for sure. As it turns out, Toby's parents have little interest in it any longer other than being financially generous to make up for their neglect. Toby will be spending the entire Christmas and January break with me. And I've met a couple Doms where I live. Things are sure to get interesting."
"Sounds like it, Derek. I'm impressed how you're handling things because safety is of the utmost importance. Please never hesitate to reach out to me for any reason whatsoever." (As it turns out, Dr. Sullivan has a female slave of her own. She wisely decides not to provide this information at the moment. She's never before met college students who were taking an interest in this, although apparently it's beginning to happen at their ages as well.)
Derek leaves the room and it's clear to him that Toby is quite angry. He ignores it and walks faster with Toby following after. He walks down a nearby path which leads to a large overgrown field and once they get there he turns to Toby and says, "get down on the ground and grovel, faggot!" Toby almost resists but then thinks better of it. Down he goes. Derek stands there for a good while and finally says, "So what is this current snit about, boy? You may kneel up and speak." Toby gets off the ground and wipes the grass and dirt from his hands. "This slave doesn't understand why it was excluded from that conversation with the professor, Sir." Derek spits in its face. "Goddam, there's a whole lot of important things that you fail to understand, faggot.
First of all, understand that you have no right to be part of any conversation at all, even when it happens to be about you personally. I have conversations about you because I own you and you are my property, or at least I thought you understood what you were. Anything that I feel you need or deserve to know, I will choose to tell you. Does a mutt have the right to be told what its owners have to say about it?" Toby is much reduced right now and mumbles "No, Master." "Good. So consider that next time you think you have a right to get into a snit. Now open your pants and push them down so I can see your balls. Spread your legs." Toby quickly obeys, no wondering what is going to happen. "Hands behind your back," demands the Master.
Derek begins to use his right foot to kick the slave in its balls a number of times. The slave tries not to cry out too loudly, afraid it might attract attention. Finally, Derek kicks so hard that the slave bends over and falls to the ground moaning. Derek waits a while then orders the slave to stand but keep its legs spread.
Meanwhile, he reaches into his backpack and pulls out . . damn . . . the tube of Ben Gay. "I'm carrying this so I can make quick adjustments to your attitude on the run. Consider it portable punishment. Hold out your right hand, slave." Toby does so. Derek opens the tube and squirts a huge glob of the stuff into the slave's hand. "Take care of this yourself, slave, so you realize you're punishing yourself for acting like such a prima donna. Go ahead, rub it all around those balls and the taint. Get yourself good and covered." Toby grimaces, but does as it was told.
"Fine. Now reach back and wipe your fingers off in your ass crack. Make sure some gets on the hole. Then pull your pants up."
Toby obeys and starts to whimper when the pain sets in. "I hope I have made my point, faggot." "Yes, Master," the slave tries to say but it's hard to get the words out without starting to cry. Point well taken. "Get your ass back to the dorm and strip. Don't you dare try to do anything to lessen the pain. Get your homework done, even ahead of time because tomorrow night I'm bringing you to meet someone who wants to see you humiliated. And also write an email to Professor Sullivan apologizing for being resentful that you couldn't be a part of our conversation. She'll get the point."
"Yes, Master." Toby can't help but feel a little resentful, but is damn sure he's not going to let the Master know.
When Toby gets back to the room he throws himself on the bed and starts to cry into his pillow. Ignored, put in his place, punished, humiliated, forced to grovel on the ground in a field, and it becomes more and more clear that Derek is fully in charge. It's like a new person has emerged from him: Master! Mind you, the slave isn't crying because it's sad or feeling sorry for itself. It's crying because it is realizing more than ever before what it means to be Derek's slave, and how Derek is going to make sure he will break down all the slave's hidden pride and resistance. This what it wanted and this is what it is getting. In spades. Far more intensely than anything it has never read about or seen before, despite its porn habit. This is the cry of a little boy who was very frightened and lost but finally finds itself in its owners arms and now can break down and let the tears loose because it realizes that it is home again.
The slave works until about six and realizes that it really has to piss. It goes to call Orson, but there is a knock on the door. Remembering its Master's orders to open the door wide, it does, and there stands Orson holding a paper bag. He walks right into the room and lets the slave shut the door. "Supper, boy." He lays the bag on the floor so Toby has to get down on the ground to retrieve it. "thank you, Sir. This slave was just about to call you because it really needs to piss and wished to ask you to take it to the bathroom."
"That's fine, boy, but answer this for me: When were you last in class?" "three o'clock, Sir," answers the slave. "And did you take advantage of the opportunity to piss at that time?" "No, Sir, didn't really need to." "Stupid thinking, slave. Under the circumstances, I'd think you'd take every opportunity to empty out that bladder knowing that you'd be stuck here alone for several hours before your Master gets back." Toby is embarrassed. "Yes, Sir, this slave has to remember that next time." "See that you do, boy. So anyway, let's head to the bathroom now. I don't want you pissing on the floor." "thank you, Sir."
Orson has Toby lead the way so anyone there will see his naked boy first. As usual he gets some strange looks, but nothing ominous. They get into the bathroom. Toby goes to a stall to sit to piss because of its cage. Orson insists he leave the door to the stall open. One guy, Nicky, does come in and Orson explains why the slave is sitting on a bowl and pissing.
Nicky laughs and says "that's fucking hot. So this is the slave everyone's talking about." He stands there to watch until the slave has finished, then stands and takes a bit of toilet paper to wipe off the bottom of its cage while Nicky watches, grinning and winking at him. "I admire your guts, kid," he says as he leaves the bathroom.
They head back to the room. Orson says to him, "That should hold you until your Master gets back. If I were you, I wouldn't drink anything else because I'm not answering another call. If you have to piss again, you'll have to do it in your water bowl and then probably drink it." And he leaves. Toby is doubly embarrassed because he didn't realize that Orson knew about the water bowl since it's a brand new thing since they got back from Thanksgiving break. Of all the rules and humiliations and punishments, that water bowl is the thing he hates the most.
Unfortunately, Derek knows it and won't let the slave off the hook. Toby gets back to his homework again, but decides to take a break and write his email to Dr. Sullivan.
Dear Professor Sullivan,
This slave is writing to apologize for being resentful yesterday when Master and you were having a conversation. It was resentful that Master had not allowed it to stay to hear or even join in the conversation. The pouty mood lasted a while and once Master questioned it, this slave confessed that it wished it would have been there at least to listen. Master wisely pointed out that this was a serious deficiency in the slave's thinking, that it has no right to be part of any conversation even if the conversation was about the slave. The Master reminded this slave that it is property, and even pets don't get to participate in any conversations their Masters might have about them. It was suitably humbled by what Master had to teach it about the meaning of its slavery. Master ordered the slave to describe how it was punished. Master brought the slave into the back open field and made it grovel in the grass and the dirt for a long time. Then Master had it stand and drop its pants exposing its balls. Master had a tube of Ben Gay with him—he calls it his "portable punishment." He squeezed a glob of the Ben Gay into the slave's hand and ordered it to spread it liberally over its balls and then to dry its hand in the crack of its ass. This was the first time the slave was ordered to apply the ointment itself. Master explained the symbolism—that the slave was punishing itself because it knew how unacceptable its attitude had been. Finally the slave was ordered to pull its pants up and go back to its room to catch up on homework and to write you this email to apologize for it's arrogant thinking and for pulling an attitude. The Ben Gay hurts very much and this slave thinks it will never get used to the pain.
Respectfully yours, Derek's slave toby.
Thanks for all the emails. Some have asked me what they should call me. My name is rob and I think of myself as a slave without a Master. So call me whatever you want.
Please keep writing me. Emails are my reward for writing.
subkodak25@gmail.com
PICTURES, ANYONE? I am searching for just the right pictures to present representing how I think Derek and Toby should look like. Uncle Harry as well. If you'd like to offer any suggestions, be my guest. I'll announce it when the final selection is made. This might take some time.
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