SEVENTEEN
Unfortunately, safety can't be forever. And safety means very different things. For Toby, safety was feeling constantly protected from harm or anything that makes the slave uncomfortable. It's so nice feeling those hugs before bed or after a spanking, but one can't remain there forever. Eventually the slave has to get off the Master's knees, stand up, and get something done somehow somewhere. And there are times, Toby is learning, when the masochism takes over and he walks right into what's uncomfortable, knowing that Derek is there with him.
That was the slave's first impression: uncomfortable. The venue was glorious and it seemed that there were a good number of people there, all in different get-ups (because the costuming is an important part of this kind of ritual), some showing a lot of flesh, some bare naked, some standing, some kneeling, one licking a Dom's boots.
Toby remembered that Derek wanted the slave to strip as soon as they arrived. Derek walks into a locker room. Toby wanted to pull him back, but by some surprising urge, Toby really wanted to be naked in the midst of everyone there. Mostly naked on its knees, the slave figured. "Don't anticipate; only obey. Get naked, faggot." Trancelike it pulled off its clothes; there were only three items. It was allowed to keep the flipflops.
"That's a good boy," says Derek as he clips a leash onto the boy's collar and binds its hands behind its back. As he moved the slave's arms he could tell immediately that Toby had acquiesced. His arms moved easily as a way of pleasing the Master. Facing the slave again, Derek says, "you look so beautiful all naked and vulnerable, everyone is gonna want a piece of you." As he brings Toby out of the locker room, they immediately attract a lot of attention. Mitch and Galvin head towards them with a sizeable group of obvious dominants, pointing out Derek and the boy they've been hearing about. Derek stands back and gently pushes the boy forward a bit, and even though it knew no one would dare touch it, it still felt like it was being penetrated and consumed as they took their time looking it over closely---probably all for effect. A lot of theatre will be taking place at this gathering tonight, and each one who observes it gets to choose how seriously he will embrace it.
However, it is almost always quite something to see who the real couples are. And the numerous single but hopeful "subs" will get to show their mettle if any Dom takes an interest in them. It's well known that couples actually do meet for the first time at gatherings like this.
Galvin goes and pats Derek on the back. "Don't forget: just follow your own path. Let no one make you take a shortcut because it will only bring trouble. We're here if you need us." Derek really appreciates that because he is discovering that he's probably more uncomfortable than the boy on the end of the leash. Bare-chested young twinks are wearing black jeans and shoes carry around trays of all sorts of food. Derek stops one and takes something he pops in his mouth and then a second one and nods in thanks to the waiter who moves on. When he's finished with his morsel, he turns to Toby and says, "kneel so I can feed you." Once Toby's down on his knees—don't forget that its hands are bound behind it---once it's stable, Derek orders, "open that mouth," and when Toby does, he pops a piece of something into the boy's mouth—just a little piece so as not to make a mess.
When Toby's finished with that Derek asks "want more?" and the boy shakes its head and smiles up at him with an open mouth. Toby gets its reward, and then has to lick the Master's fingers clean after having to handle all the food. Two lightly dressed "subs" kneel right there to observe Toby cleaning its Master. "That is what you sluts have to learn how to do to prove you really want it," says Mitchell standing behind them.
Once Toby has finished, Mitchell suggests Derek bring the slave over to the tables in the corner. Three subs are bent down eating something. Mitchell introduces Derek to Jeptha, who's working the table by feeding subs from these little bowls. Jeptha speaks to Derek "This is an ideal recipe. It's easy to make. Slaves all agree it tastes wonderful. There's a little something in it to induce deeper submission. Why not let the slave have a taste?" Derek agrees, so Jeptha fills a small bowl and places it on the short counter that subs could bend over and eat from.
"Eat that, slave," Derek orders. Toby hesitates at first out of fear but finally gets down and licks up the contents of the bowl, and when finished, it kneels up looking pleased as Derek wipes its face. "Taste good?" Toby shakes its head yes. "Why did you hesitate? did you need to push yourself?" Toby sadly nods yes. "Well then, I won't punish you for it. I'm glad you're trying so hard for me." and with that Derek reaches down and pats its cheek, then helps it stand and swallows it up in a big hug. No one seems interested in standing around to view a hug. Boring.
A wine bar is set up with stools for Doms and mats for subs to kneel on. Wide assortment of domestic and foreign wines. Derek makes his selection and asks for a "bottle" as well for the slave. These plastic "bottles" are actually in the shape of---guess what?---and the slave has to suck it to get any wine out of it. Derek remembered Mitchell's suggestion about this and plans to have the slave drink as much as it can get away with. Toby's eyes grow wide when Derek turns from the bar and holds it down, ordering the boy to "suck this." It doesn't take long to figure out how to get the most from it. A waiter walks by with sliced cheeses. Derek takes a chunk and gradually feeds the slave bits of it between hits on the dildo—oops, I meant "bottle."
There really wasn't much action going on. The men (excluding slaves and subs) were actually enjoying their conversations with other men there. Several were kind enough to introduce Derek to people in their little groups. Derek was a bit surprised to recognize a few of the members from other areas of his life, both social and professional, including professors at the college. Not too many guys as young as him, at least not as Doms, although he did recognize a couple subs who were a year ahead of him. Conversations were relaxed for the most part. The one guy Derek recognized because they were part of a special committee he used to be on in the town and they had a good laugh over discovering each other. The other guy, Karl, came forward and initiated the conversation. He's about 10 years older than Derek, and his slave is a guy in his early 20's that Derek knows from his church!!!!! Imagine that! He wishes he could question him further but that kind of cross conversation isn't usually done. "I'd love to find out more about how your slave manages to fit its slavery with its church." "We'll have to get together for dinner," Karl says, offering a business card so they can get in touch.
Derek senses that Toby is getting restless, so he pulls its head over to the side of his leg and starts massaging its scalp. Finally, he has the slave stand and they walk around together, stopping now and then to watch a slave perform some act for others to watch. Toby notices one slave who is apparently drinking its Master's piss. Derek notices him watching and can't help teasing, "you wanna become my urinal, faggot?" and Toby shrugs himself meaning "no." But yet Derek noticed something—how Toby was swallowing in synch with the slave while he was watching the whole scene. He files that knowledge away.
At 10 pm the waiters are officially off duty. Most go home but a couple stick around. Mitchell told him about this, so he wasn't surprised when one preppy-looking blond-haired boy comes up to him . . . and asks permission for the slave to suck his cock! Derek smiles at the kid but points to the red collar around Toby's neck and they guy gets very embarrassed and apologizes. "I don't know.
I'm wondering if that warrants a spanking," says Derek, winking at him. "Entirely possible," answers the guy, "but I need to get off before doing anything kinky." Derek chuckles. "Good luck." And sure enough, one of the twink "subs" is apparently doing a hunger dance in front of the waiter and it pays off. Soon the waiter is getting what he stuck around for, but the sub was no good at it and the waiter finally pushed him away and told him to go get some cocksucking lessons from a Dom.
Then one of the Masters approached the waiter and offered the services of his blindfolded slave. That really did the trick! And this slave really knew what it was doing! So the kid got drained. On his way out, he stopped by Derek and said, "should have gotten that spanking first. Maybe the next time."
Derek gets an idea and says to him, "Before you leave, get the cards of as many Masters who would be interested in giving you your first spanking. I bet a lot of them would." "But they'd probably be too tough for my tender butt," says the guy. "Listen to me: a good spanker quickly finds out what the limits are and never exceeds them. So if he's interested in spanking a beginner, he'll be ready with a nice gentle technique." "Hey, thanks for the advice. Name's Eugene, by the way. I'm on HitIt as Eugene Punk!"
An announcement is made: "It is now 10:40. All slaves and subs must be naked by 11. Owned slaves must be caged and wear manacles. Any single subs who still want to stay must serve in the stocks for 30 minutes. Please report to kitchen. If you are not willing to do that, then please get ready to leave. We'll be happy to have you with us again."
Wow! Derek already had the manacles on Toby. They watch four sets of stocks being set up—two upright and two on the ground. Galvin saw them and explained that the stocks on the ground are for both arms and legs with the sub being completely bent over. "We'll have to try that sometime," Derek says to Toby, still standing, drinking wine. The four sub volunteers are brought in and locked up. Once everything is set and they are reasonably comfortable, the blindfolds go on. The two standing immediately have hard cocks shoved into their mouths. "It there anyone here you have an urge to suck off?" asks Derek. "Yes," answers Toby. "My Master."
Derek pulls him over to an area where this can take place, opens his pants, and sits back. Toby kneels and begins worshipping its Master's balls and hardening cock. He's so lost in what he's doing (as he always should be!) that he is a little shocked when he hears the sounds of a couple slaves being strapped or whipped, and he wishes he could have someone spanking him while he's blowing his Master. But Derek has kinkier ideas in mind. In fact, he decides to hold off cumming until after he tries what he wants to use on the boy.
Clothespins. Damn! Toby's had his nipples played with a few times, but never pinned. Holy shit! That hurts. Derek stands there in front of the pinned slave, his hands caressing the sides of its face and coaxing it to breathe with the pain. "Take it for me, baby. Take it for me. You're doing really fine now." Toby starts to fight to get free. "A little while longer, baby? Come on. Show me how much you want this." He kisses Toby deeply and that helps for a while, but at last the ever-increasing pain causes Toby to stamp his foot three times. "Okay," says Derek. "I'll take them off one at a time. Be ready for a big jolt of pain when it comes off." Derek takes off the first and Toby cries out a big "OW!" Off comes the second one and Toby screams out "FUCK!!!"
A number of the guys there start to laugh. Someone's just broken a barrier! They all know what that can be like. But the funniest thing is now the slave is liable for a good thrashing for using profanity. And so Toby, nipples still throbbing, finds itself over its Master's knees while the Master selects from several different implements set before him. Finally he selects a leather strap about two feet long, not too thick. One of the Masters standing there says, "Hold nothing back. Fake nothing. This is punishment and it is going to hurt. Hopefully, you'll behave better after this is over."
Derek begins very gently for a while until one of the men says, "Come on, lay into it. Pick up the pace. Hit a little harder each time." And so, Derek is being instructed by all these Doms in the art of spanking. He's prompted to take a little break and caress the ass cheeks he's just made pink. The next round is noticeably harder and Toby begins to cry out after almost every shot. The slave's thinking of using its safeword, but its determined to take whatever Derek wants to give it. Derek starts to get carried away and really lashes the slave hard until it finally shouts out and begins to cry.
Immediately Derek drops the strap and uses his hands to soothe the slave's well-beaten ass. The slave manages to manipulate its position until it is crying onto Derek's shirt while Derek holds it and one of the men present begins to apply a lotion to the boy's sore ass, something that immediately begins to take away the pain.
Derek had mercy on the boy and unclipped its hands from behind its back. As Toby was crying in its Master's arms after receiving the most painful spanking of its entire life, it realized that a line had just been crossed. The slave never would have realized that it could be subject to such discipline, such corporal punishment. The only turn-on about this was the humiliation of knowing that such pain might now be part of its life as a slave.
As Derek's slave. Okay, Derek hadn't made the rule that a slave using profanity was subject to a hard spanking. But Derek was the one who had delivered that spanking. Not only that, but at it laid across its Master's body, it realized that the Master was sexually aroused by whipping its ass so painfully. Once again, this slave has to accept the fact that sweet kind Derek is getting turned on by actually punishing it so it will be a better-behaved slave.
And so, once again Toby's mind does a deep dive into the pool of humiliation. Toby stops crying and slides down off the Master's body until it is all the way down on the floor, then kneels up, opens Derek's pants and begins sucking his cock as a way of showing Derek how grateful it was for the whipping it got. "Use your hands too, baby. That's why I set them free."
One of the men watching the whole scene remarked that "Nothing feels better than a blowjob from the faggot you just whipped." Another guy whose name was Aragon leaned over and whispered a suggestion to Derek. Derek nodded in agreement. As it was sucking its Master's cock, the countdown to the New Year began, and just as the clock stroke twelve, Derek unloaded himself into the slave's mouth and down its throat, then took his hand and ruffled the slave's hair. Now what?
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.
I've chosen pictures of what Derek and Toby look like in my mind. I'll send them to you if you ask.
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