THIRTY-NINE
Derek worked it out with the frat that Toby would serve there Tuesdays and Fridays. That was great for them because their rooms would be in good shape for the weekend if they brought over any "guests" for fun and games. Friday was also the day that Toby would suck off Darius, the gay frat member, before doing its usual chores.
Derek also decided that he'd drive them both to campus early on those mornings. He could hang out in their dorm room until Toby got done and they could have breakfast together. He also wanted the slave to shower in the dorm after doing its chores. This gave him an opportunity to make sure his slave was on display at the same time most of the residents were getting ready for classes. The plan was that he'd drop Toby off at the frat house and Darius would drive it to the freshman dorm after it was done working.
Darius was a hell of a nice guy and told Toby the slave could strip in his room instead of a closet. Besides, it would return to Darius' room before they headed to campus after its work was done. So when Toby knocked on his door at 8 am, Darius not only gave him a warm welcome but also had a cup of coffee for him to enjoy as he was stripping. Darius was a hot guy, very hairy, and liked to spread out on his bed and have Toby climb up on the bed and nuzzle his hairy balls before sucking his cock. "Oh shit, you're good at this, Toby! Man oh man, suck me good, baby." Derek only had a little bit of hair on his chest, so Toby loved running its hands through the ample hair on Darius' body while giving him a real good blow job. Darius was bigger than Derek, so Toby frequently ended up gagging and even choking a couple times, but Darius told him he didn't expect him to choke on his dick. It didn't take long to get him off, and Toby swallowed down the usually large load Darius had for him. "I don't jerk off much," he told the slave, "so you'll get big loads out of me most of the time."
Once Toby was finished, Darius thanked him (!!!) and went for his shower while Toby made the bed and straightened up. Most of these frat boys don't seem to know how to throw their clothes in the wash bucket, and Toby had to do a lot of picking up in almost all the rooms.
One of the guys, Leroy, was on the surly side and wasn't comfortable the slave being naked so he would make the slave put on a pair of his filthy briefs while he was making the bed and cleaning up. He didn't have much to say and usually left for his shower as soon as Toby got there. By the time he got back Toby was almost finished picking up, so he just had the slave strip off the briefs and leave for the next room.
Spike was a well-built jock and always greeted Toby with a "here comes the faggot to make my bed!" when Toby got there. Most than once, Spike hauled off and slapped the slave's ass while it was bent over picking up some clothes. The first time, Toby jumped up in shock and put his hand to his ass which was already sore from a spanking its Master gave it the previous night, so he yelped out loud and Spike told him to shut up or he'd give him more. Toby did the rest of the work there in silence. It was a little creepy because Spike would stay there in his boxers doing homework and he seemed to enjoy watching Toby's nude body as the slave did its chores. Toby had a hunch that he'd be sucking this guy off before long and decided to ask Derek about taking orders from the guys or if it was okay for him to get hit the way Spike did. "Next time, faggot, come to me last. I might want some special attention before you finish my room."
"Yes, Sir," answered Toby.
"Good faggot," answered Spike and Toby got a secret charge out of it and wondered what kind of "special attention" Spike would ask for on Tuesday. The last guy that morning was Duke (very original name!). Duke was black (and very hot!!!!) and had a sarcastic sense of humor. That first morning, Duke told Toby to make the bed and he started chuckling. "This is good pay-back," he said. "The black dude has a white slaveboy making my bed and handling my dirty underwear and socks. And the slaveboy is a faggot as well so maybe one of these days I'll just spit in its face."
"that would be fine, Duke, Sir," answers Toby.
"I'll keep that in mind, faggot slaveboy," he says, wrapping his strong arm around Toby's neck and giving it a little squeeze. "Don't worry, kiddo, I'm harmless," he says. They smile at each other. "Oh, next time I'll be here a little earlier. Spike asked me to go to his room last for some reason," Toby tells Duke.
"Watch out. He's probably gonna rape you."
"Shit. My ass is off limits. Only my Master gets to fuck me," explains Toby, sure that word will get around quickly. And so, its chores completed, Toby goes back to Darius' room and Darius gives him a ride to the dorm. Toby goes straight to his room and strips down. Derek checks his watch and decides there's enough time for his boy to give him a quick blow job before going to take its shower. It feels like old times, Toby walking around naked among all the other guys in the dorm, most of whom know he's now Derek's slave even if they're not exactly sure what that might mean. A lot of them greet him, many of whom still keep staring at his cage.
On their way to breakfast, Derek tells Toby that Orson called and would like his bj today if they can coordinate schedules. It's quickly settled. Toby will be sucking Orson's cock at 3 pm. Derek will not be there. Toby would prefer if Derek were present, but it's not his right to say. The Master has informed the slave that this is how things will go down. Pun intended.
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Harry was impressed with the things Eric's former Master included in the package he left with the slave when he dropped it off at the club. A portfolio contained its ID, Driver's License, Social Security Card, Dental and medical records including Vaccinations and the results of blood drawn last week. The package included a chastity cage and keys, a penis gag and a ball gag since they'd been in the slave's mouth and wouldn't be used for anyone else along with a set of leather straps to bind the slave's balls, a butt plug and a well-worn leather strap that had obviously had a lot of use. There was a one page description of the slave's training which emphasized the fact that the slave had been used as a urinal not only for the Master but also for his friends, and that it was prone to vomiting if forced to swallow too many loads on one occasion. He also included two cheap aluminum bowls and basic information about the slave's diet which consisted mainly of oatmeal (made with water, milk or piss), soups and sometimes peanut butter along with vitamin powders. Harry decided to arrange for the slave to have a complete physical with a Dom friend who was an internist, somewhat concerned about the long-range effects of the limited diet August had restricted the slave to. What a fucking bastard!
Harry deeply regretted the way he had treated his nephew and the rules he had set forth and knew he needed to do something to try to undo the damage he had probably inflicted on the boy's sensitive spirit. Perhaps because of that, as well as because of the last failed M/s relationship he had been in—entirely his own fault—he was resolved to care for this obviously abused slave as well as he wish he had cared for his own nephew now turned slave.
They rode home in silence. The slave was still under the influence of whatever its former owner had given it and the trauma of how it had been abandoned at the club and placed on display. The drugs have made it easier to bear, perhaps, but who knew what would happen when they wore off.
"I know you're frightened, Eric, but I assure you that things will be a lot better now. You are mine for the time being and subject to my discipline, but I will not be harsh. I will arrange for a doctor to visit tomorrow so we can check you over and provide whatever care might be needed. We'll take things one step at a time. Tonight you'll have a warm shower, I'll do what I can about your wounds. When is the last time you had anything to eat?"
"Last night, Master."
Harry is disgusted with the way this sweet boy had been treated. "When you're in the shower, I'll fix something for you to eat. Perhaps some warmed-over mac and cheese. How would that be?"
"wonderful, Master, thank you so much."
"what did your former Master feed you?"
"Mostly oatmeal and simple soups, Master, and the slave was allowed to lick peanut butter from his feet sometimes. Lots of vitamins but the slave had to swallow them down with Master's piss."
"you'll be drinking my piss, slave, for sure, straight from the tap, but that's all."
Eric sighs, trying to fight back tears.
"It's okay, boy. Cry if you must. Let it out."
The damn breaks and Eric sobs so heavily that Harry pulls the car off to the side of the road and lets the boy sob in his arms. "He broke me, Master. We were friends but he took everything away. Told me I was just an object, his possession. Made me feel that way."
Harry put his hand on the slave's shoulder. "That's a real shame, boy. He was some kind of a demon predator, it seems to me. He spent as much energy fucking your mind as he did fucking your body. He stripped you of every kind of healthy thinking. Can you try to understand that, boy? I'll want you to get free of the crap he piled on your head. I'll be here to help. Consider it part of your training, Eric. Training to become my slave and be happy about it. If necessary, I'll make arrangements for you to meet with a friend of mine who's a therapist for a while. I promise you, Eric, that no matter what happens I'm going to take care of you and help you any way I can. You just be a good boy and trust me to look after you. I'm so sorry all these awful things happened to you."
Eric had stopped sobbing and began looking at Harry trying to take in what he was saying. Harry squeezes the slave's shoulder more tightly and Eric struggles to pull away and then quickly says, I'm sorry, Master."
"Sorry for what?"
"For trying to pull away from you. I'm so sorry. Please don't punish me." Harry takes his hand that was on the slave's shoulder and gently taps it across the face. "There, boy. You just gave me a perfect example. Listen to me: you pulled away from me because I was hurting you more than you could stand. You were protecting yourself from serious harm. At the same time, you were showing me—the Master—one of your limits. It is all totally acceptable,, highly desirable as well, for a slave to communicate with its Master that way. There is nothing wrong with it. There is no need for the slave to be punished. Actually, the slave should be rewarded. Now can you wrap your mind around this, boy?"
"I . . I think so, Sir. The other guy—I don't want to say his name any more—"
"that's fine. Please continue, Eric."
"The other guy made me stay motionless when he hurt me, never to deny him access. He would punch me in the balls all the time but make me keep sitting up or standing up without bending over. I hated that because I could never do it, so he kept trying it over and over again and I'd be screaming before he stopped. He said that any time I pulled away from him I would be punished. Hard. And he meant it. I got beat a lot, Sir."
"I can see that, boy. I'll tend to it. Don't worry. And I'm not going to do anything to hurt you, so if I do, please let me know right away. Understand?"
"Yes, Sir." Eric starts to giggle a little.
"What?"
"It's like everything's completely the opposite."
"Probably is in most cases. We'll just have to find out, Master and slave together." He slaps Eric's face a little harder and Eric immediately says, "thank you, Master."
"See, Eric? That's a good thing: to thank a Master after anything he does to you, even a severe whipping."
Eric winces. "He liked to whip me. He liked to invite a couple friends over to watch me get whipped. Sometimes he'd even have them work me over so he could sit back and enjoy the sight."
"I don't mean to be silly, Eric, but damn, if he had filmed those scenes he could have made a lot of money."
"He probably did, Sir. I wouldn't be surprised."
"I have a question for you, Eric. Think carefully before you answer me."
"Yes, Master."
"You said he made you feel like an object or a possession. Try to explain what that felt like when he said it."
"Well, Master, the idea of being his possession was actually a turn-on at the beginning cause it made me feel that he had accepted me, but when he started getting really mean, it wasn't so good. And when he called me an object, I felt like a piece of wood or a tool for him to use. I wasn't a person any more. For real. I mean, I know that Masters use that kind of language but it is more like they were meant to be turn-ons for a sub. When he used those words, however, they were real. And he kept me bound in iron, my neck and wrists and ankles all connected by heavy chains and he'd make me crawl around like that dragging all that heavy stuff and he'd laugh at me and lash me, and I knew I'd never get free and sometimes I even wished I could die, especially when he started locking me up in a closet every night." And the words kept pouring out of the traumatized sub, and Harry began to realize he was getting disgusted by what the slave was telling him.
"I'm going to stop you there right now, Eric. You can tell me more another time. But one thought occurred to me, boy: that if I could make you feel safe and special—as my slave, that is—I bet I could do those kinds of things to you and they would be turn-ons for both of us because you'd never forget that you were precious to me and that we were just playing."
"Please not for a while, Master. I, I . . . . couldn't."
"You have nothing to worry about, Eric. I'll prove it to you. And you said that he `broke you,' but that's not true. He didn't make you give up your dream of some day being a slave to a good Master. If you had, you wouldn't be here right now, my little faggot." Harry slaps him harder. The slave's face turns from the force of the blow, but again the boy comes back and thanks him. "So now: shower first." Harry takes off the cheap collar and manacles it had worn when it was abandoned at the club.
"do you think you could shower yourself or would you rather I took care of you myself?"
"Please, Master, please stay? Some parts might really hurt."
"Then I'll take charge of it." Harry strips down to his black boxer-briefs and gets in the shower himself, then helps the slave step in and stand back away from the water facing the Master. He sets the temp and uses a spray nozzle which he sets to the most gentle setting then hands it to the slave. "Get yourself wet as best you can," he orders and the slave slowly tries it out, has to avoid certain areas. It very carefully gets its ass wet without aiming the spray at it. Its back is fine and finally it holds the spray over its head very quickly, having been shaved bald by the former Master.
Harry takes a large loufa, puts some body wash on it, and begins to wash the parts of the slave's body that it had already sprayed with the water. All his motions are slow and gentle, and when Harry tells the slave to turn around, the slave obeys without hesitation because it does feel safe.
Eventually the ritual is completed. Harry has the slave stand still with its back facing him. Harry takes a jar of ointment and gently applies it to all the flesh on the slave's back and ass, then turns it around and anoints some parts of its front, especially the pubic area which is almost black and blue. "This will dry quickly in the air. I'm keeping you naked, so there won't be a problem with clothing." Eric closes his eyes and sighs, and Harry can tell that it was a contented sigh, not anything worrisome.
"Now: food. Follow me. No need to crawl right now." Harry brings the slave into the kitchen, gets a small wooden step-stool, and has the slave sit on that after he puts a pillow on top because the slave's ass is so sore. This puts Eric's head about level with his navel. Perfect.
"Just be still for a while so I can get things ready." Harry takes the mac and cheese out of the fridge and warms it up to his satisfaction. He takes a bowl of the food and sits in one of the chairs facing the slave.
"I'll feed you. Make sure you consider what that means to you as my slave." Harry takes a spoon and puts some on it and puts it to the slave's lips. "Open and swallow, slave." he says, and Eric obeys. And so the slave is fed its first meal by the Master and the slave feels humiliated that it is sitting naked on a low seat and the Master is spooning good food into its mouth for it to swallow. The slave is finally beginning to feel that it's being cared for because it went through something awful. The slave begins to feel like a child.
Harry's phone rings. It's Mandy, Harry's physician friend, asking for front and back pictures of the slave he found abandoned so she can get a sense of what she had to deal with. Harry takes care of that right away and also includes two side pictures with the slave's hands held over its head because there is a lot of bruising visible there and a couple of nasty welts. When the slave raises its hand over its head, Harry can see that its armpits are also pretty bruised. Suddenly, Harry thinks of what he did to his nephew and wishes he could kick himself for being so sadistic to a boy he has always loved. What the fuck was wrong with him. He takes pictures there also, hoping that he hadn't bruised Toby as badly as Eric was hurt.
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