EIGHTEEN
Nodding at Aragon, Derek ordered the slave to keep his cock in its mouth as it softened. "That man was right, Toby. That blow job felt better than ever before because I knew you were sucking my cock to show me how grateful you were that I whipped your ass. But that's not enough to please me, slaveboy. I want you to learn more about what it means to be my slave. I have something else to give you now. Relax and take it."
And with that, Derek stood still for several seconds, then filled the boy's mouth with piss and ordered it to swallow it. Toby freaked out. He spit out the piss and turned away, wanting to get away from the whole scene, forgetting that it was on a leash. Damn it! Toby reached up and got the leash unhooked from its collar, and scampered through the crowd and into a "safe room" and locked the door behind it. He didn't even get on the bed. Still on the floor, it curled itself into fetal position and lay there sobbing, positive that their relationship had just come to an end.
Meanwhile, Derek was standing there in shock and beating himself up internally for getting far too carried away with all this. He really blew it. He left them others standing there and left the building. He called Uncle Harry.
"Uncle Harry, I just fucked up and the boy's in bad shape. I don't know what I'm gonna do."
"Deep breaths, Derek. Slowly tell me what happened."
"We're at this NYE gathering. Lots of Doms and subs around. Toby cursed and needed to be spanked. He was over my knee and guys around are shouting encouragement and daring me to hit harder and I got carried away and I did it but the boy didn't safeword. When it started crying, I stopped and used my hands to soothe its ass. It slid off my lap and took out my dick and started sucking, showing gratitude. So far, so good, I think."
"Perhaps. I'm concerned because in that type of atmosphere it's easy to get your head worked over. It sounds like you were losing control. What happened next?"
"Oh damn, thanks so much for remaining calm, Sir. Well, one of the guys whispered a suggestion that I give the slave its first mouthful of piss. And damn me, Uncle Harry, I did it. Fucked everything up."
"Uh-oh. How did Toby react?"
"He freaked out. Spit it all out and tried to crawl away as far as the leash. Then it actually unhooked the leash and rushed through the place and locked itself in one of the "safe rooms."
"Oh my! What's the arrangement with those rooms?"
"I'll be given a key to use when I want to." "Don't, Derek, don't. Let the boy calm himself down. He'll survive, I assure you. Right now he needs to be alone. He's been like that with me before. You just make sure you're right there waiting when he decides to come out, ready to apologize and take him into your arms if he'll let you. follow his lead. and get the hell away from that place. Get him some food. Bring him home. Don't try to get him to talk or do anything else. Let him do what he needs, say what he needs, whatever."
"I want so much to just hold him now," says Derek.
"Right now it's not about what you want. It's about what he needs, what he decides. You may have lost him, but I think things will work out. Call again if you need me and I'll come right up there."
"Okay, Sir. Thanks so much. I'll do just as you said." Derek goes to the room Toby is locked in. They give him a key to use if he wants. Derek just kneels on the ground there at the door, silent, thinking over what Uncle Harry told him, and waiting.
Meanwhile . . .
Eric screams out, "TWELVE!!!! Oh my God," flattening his naked body down onto the bed, his ass and upper thighs striped by the cane August just beat him with. August throws the cane on the floor and waits for the slave to stop sobbing. Apparently, he and Eric have worked things out and now have clearly defined roles in each other's life. August finally walks to the side of the bed. "Get your fucking mouth over here, faggot. Take my piss. All of it."
Eric moves as quickly as he can and as soon as August's dick is in his mouth he lets go, hearing the sounds of the slave's gulping with his eyes downcast.
Finally, he finishes and pulls out of Eric's mouth. Eric collapses on the floor and begins to kiss and lick August's feet. August speaks firmly but quietly. "I'm bringing you back over to that man's house so you can strip and show him how you were punished. And then you'll do anything he tells you to do without hesitating." For the past couple weeks, August has been sending his slave to friend's homes to clean them and do whatever else the men wanted. This morning he went to a house and cleaned up after a party. The owner made sexual advances and Eric, in a pissy mood, turned him down and left. He immediately called August what happened. Hence the 12 strokes of a pretty substantial cane.
When finally he brings the sullen slave back to the scene of the crime and has it strip so Kevin (that's the owner) could see the stripes. Kevin had never seen such a thing, and lost any desire to use the boy that day. August offered a rain check and they worked it out.
Back at the house, in the dungeon, August locked Eric in the cage he had just bought. "that's where you'll enter the New Year. I'm not fucking playing around any more. You fucking do what you're told or you get hurt bad." Eric cried that he was sorry and promised to be more obedient. August didn't reply. He just turned off the lights while going back upstairs.
He was having a few guys over to get stoned and watch videos, plenty of snacks around. He had planned on using Eric as a "party favor." He called his buddy Eugene, who agreed to bring a sub along to take Eric's place. This kid was a real pro. They all had a great time. After the party broke up, August kept the slut with him for the night. He wasn't gonna sleep alone on New Year's Eve. Meanwhile, alone in the cage in the basement, Eric kept changing his mind back and forth about submitting to August as Master or getting the hell away from this relationship, maybe even locating. Maybe even Berlin. At one point he stopped all the mental masturbation and realized that he was locked in a cage on New Year's Eve, his body aching from a severe caning because he had refused to give an old man a blow job. Shit! He's living a perfect fantasy! So he jerked off, ate it, wished himself a Happy New Year, and went to sleep.
Back at the party . . .
It took a good half-hour before the door to the room opened and Toby slowly crawled out, not daring to stand, and there was Derek, waiting for him. He went to Derek and bowed down, his head in Derek's lap. Derek stroked the back of the slave's head, leaned over and said, "Baby, I'm so sorry for getting carried away, please be okay. I want to take you home and just hug you all night. Please be okay, baby."
Toby didn't say anything at all. It was obvious he'd been bawling his eyes out. He reached his arms behind Derek and held him tightly for a while. They both stood. Derek took Toby by the hand and without another word to anyone, they left to go home. And Derek did to Toby what he promised Uncle Harry he would do.
The boys had a lot to talk about and kept at it for the new few days except for when the family had made plans. Both activities did them a world of good: private, soul-baring conversation and public celebration with a family that prided itself on its hugs and on having good times. During their chats, they both began to realize just how much "peer pressure" there was in the D/s world on couples to fulfill certain "roles," to follow a pre-determined map, to continually strive for deeper levels of dominance and submission.
Toby also realized that he had caved in to the peer pressure by not calling a safe word when Derek had spanked him far more severely than he had even taken. Derek was actually ashamed at how far out of control he had gotten and how he'd actually been encouraged to forget that Toby was a boy he loved and see him as nothing but a toy to use for his own pleasure. As a result of such honest communication, both of them agreed what they wished to set their own course and not worry about whether or not it met with certain standards or levels of commitment.
Once they reached this level of understanding, they decided to celebrate and recommit to each other, and they had the most tender and beautiful love-making session they had ever had before. Toby was uncaged, and, for the first time in his life, Derek gave his boyfriend a loving blow job with a promise of more to come. And with all that happening, they knew they were ready to take a drive to the place Uncle Harry got for them.
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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