SIX
Late Friday afternoon Derek calls to speak with Toby. "So I hear you're being a good boy for your friends. That makes me happy, sweetheart." toby melts at a new word Derek just used. "Want to make you happy, Derek," he answers. "I told August to leave you a bowl of water on the floor, you know. We're going to do that from now on in our room, so I want you to understand that anything that happens while you're with August and Eric is something I know about and agree with. Now close your eyes and imagine me giving you the biggest hug of all. Only two more nights and we'll be back together. Be a good boy and make me proud of you, baby. I'd hate to have to punish you when you get back. Okay?"
"Yes, Sir," answers Toby without a further word.
"I can tell something else is on your mind, boy. don't hold anything back. What's up?"
"Derek, I'm afraid that things are moving too fast. August is blowing my mind by some of the things he says to me."
"Like what, baby?"
"He uses words like faggot and slave and talks about me being trained. I wasn't thinking like that at all."
"Oh, little guy! He's only trying to broaden your mind. We don't have to talk like that if it makes you nervous or upset. But there's one thing I think you need to understand, Toby: What you and I have is very personal and mostly very private, but to an outsider like August, it looks like what he's saying. Just don't forget the way we are together and don't be afraid that I'm going to end up like August with you. I couldn't do that, baby. You're far too precious to me. But while you're with him, as much as possible, just pretend what he says. Do you think you can do that for me, baby?"
"You're making it easier for me, Derek, especially since I know you're not going to end up being like him. I think I can play the role he wants if that's what you want me to do."
"Yes, baby. Be an actor for your Derek. Practice being a slave so that you can do more to please me just because you care for me. Okay?"
"Okay, Derek. I'm so glad I got to talk to you."
"you can talk to me anytime, baby. Call me tonight before you go to sleep. And oh, my parents say hi and that they miss you. They would really like it if you spent some of Christmas vacation with us. I'd really like it too, baby."
"I miss them too, Derek. My parents are so cold most of the time now. I'm glad I met you."
"So am I, Toby. So be a good boy this afternoon and you can tell me all about it before you go to sleep tonight, okay?"
"Yes, Sir. thank you for talking to me, Derek. I feel good again."
"I want you to feel good. Even when you're licking feet or drinking water out of a bowl. Okay?"
"Yes, Sir. I promise."
"Good boy." and Derek hangs up the phone. Toby crawls over to the bowl in the corner and tries as best he can to suck up some water from it because his mouth is extremely dry. August and Eric come down the stairs and go right over to where Toby is down with his face in the bowl. "What a nice sight! Finally you're learning your place. Derek will be so pleased. Let me send him a pic of you behaving," says August, snapping a pic with his phone and thinking maybe it's time to degrade the groveling bitch and teach it the facts of life for cum-drinking faggots.
An hour later, Toby has a heavy chain collar around his neck and manacles on his wrists and ankles. He's spread-eagled on a bondage table while August and Eric are shaving every bit of hair from his body and rubbing oil into his completely bare and creamy skin. August speaks quietly in a hypnotic voice. "Men have hair on their bodies. Some have a lot, some only have a little, but that's the way it is with men. That's the reason we just stripped all the hair off your faggot body because you are not a man and were never meant to be a man. You are so much less than a man, boy. You're a lucky boy, because you've been claimed by a real man who loves you, and most faggot boys like you never get to find love because most faggot boys don't deserve love. Now just wait until Derek sees your hairless little boy cock flapping in the air. Just wait until all the boys in the dorm realize that you're so much less than them. Derek knew we would be shaving you and he's excited about seeing you in a natural boys' state. Not only Derek and Eric and me will know what you are, but anyone who sees you naked will know. That's the way we want it." Toby lay there weeping as he felt the razors stripping off what he thought was his dignity. He wept because he understood the meaning of what they were doing to him. He wept as he often does when he feels he is being taken more deeply into the reality of humiliation.
Later that night, when he was allowed to return home, he lay naked on his bed as he called Derek as Derek had instructed him. "I saw the pictures, baby, and I'm really pleased at how awesome you look. My hairless little boy. My adorable little boy. Now there is no doubt at all in my mind that we're doing the right thing to keep you where you need to be. I hope you understand what this means, Toby."
"Yes, Sir, I am your boy now. I miss you so much Derek. I wish I could come back to school now."
"Only one more day, Toby, and you'll be on your way back. Leave early Sunday morning and I'll do the same. I'm saving up all my cum for you and you'll have a lot to lick up and swallow, and then we'll go together to a nice restaurant for dinner. I'm gonna buy you a nice boys' bib to wear so you don't get anything on your shirt while we're eating, and I'll order you a `Shirley Temple' to drink, just like children get when they're good boys and girls."
"I'm not resisting you, Sir, but I'm just wondering why you are treating me like a child rather than like a submissive right now."
"Because you are more adorable as a child and because I like feeling like I'm completely in charge of you, even more than I'd be in charge of a submissive. Have patience, baby, because I'm still working all of this out. We'll be experimenting with the whole concept of what we are together. I spent a lot of time speaking with August and he's given me a lot of hot ideas about what to do with you. Have patience, baby. You'll become what is you're meant to become, I'm sure of it. It just takes time."
"August and Eric started calling me `slave.' Is that what you want?"
"It's only a label, Toby. They use the words they like the best. I know they want you to be trained as a slave. I'm not sure I want the same thing. I just want you to learn whatever pleases me. I guess it's true that you've becoming my slave, but it takes time. Right now I really don't care for that word. I just want you to be my boy. My good boy. The boy I love to hug naked against my body, to feel my belt buckle on my jeans, to rub your nipples against my shirt and know how much I care about you. But let's not talk about that any more right now. Tell me what your Thanksgiving was like. We had an awesome time here but I really wished you could have been here to enjoy being part of my family."
"I wish I were too. My Thanksgiving was lousy as usual. Not even a home-cooked meal. We went out to some pretentious club and sat with six of my parents' colleagues. I was basically ignored. My parents act as if it's an inconvenience for me to be here now. I think they would have preferred it if I could have stayed on campus all weekend."
"All the more reason for you to come back to campus early on Sunday morning. What about Christmas? Will it be any different?"
"This year it will. They've decided to go to Japan the entire month of December and Greg is going with them until the week after Christmas. They told me I'll spend the whole break at Uncle Harry's."
"Then that settles it. You'll spend the break with me here. My parents will make a big fuss over you, treat you like one of my best friends. It'll be really nice and cozy. You and I will get a lot of time alone so you can be naked. I think I'm gonna let Pierce see you the way you are as well."
"I'm not sure my parents will let me do that, Derek, but I sure wish I could be with you."
"Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll have my Dad take care of it. What's your father's phone number?"
"xxx-xxx-xxxx. Should I drop some hints here with them?"
"No. Let me handle it, boy. We'll happily run interference for you on this. Dad is very persuasive and he knows the language of social climbers. He figured them out from what I told him about how they treat you. He'll get through to them. I don't want you to worry about this. Assume it's all taken care of. Now, about tomorrow . . . "
"Do I have to go back to August and Eric's tomorrow, Sir?"
"Yes. I've made plans for them to take you to get fitted out with a couple things. Be a good boy and just go along with what we've planned for you tomorrow. They won't be too hard on you. I promise. I just have a couple things I want them to take care of. Just remember to submit to everything they want. Remember you're doing it to make me proud of you. Okay, Toby?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Run your hand over your bare groin. Feel how nice it looks. Think about that when you cum and swallow your load before you go to sleep. Don't brush your teeth after you swallow your cum. Keep the taste of it in your mouth all night. Okay, baby?"
"Yes, Sir."
"You're making me very happy, Toby. I'm sure glad I was able to arrange for you to be my roommate. Sweet dreams now, love. Feel me hugging you as you turn over to go to sleep."
And with that, Derek hangs up. When at last Toby rolls over to sleep, the taste of cum in his mouth, he thinks of how happy Derek will be when he sees his hairless groin. He's so happy that Derek doesn't talk to him the way August and Eric do. He doesn't think he'd make a very good slave to anyone other than Derek, because he loves Derek and Derek continually lets him understand that he cherishes him. Okay, sometimes it seems like he cherishes him as a possession, but that is also okay in Toby's book.
He's just falling asleep when his phone indicates that Derek just sent him a text: "Will your Uncle Harry be upset about you changing your plans?"
It would take too much explanation to give a full answer, so Toby just replies that he doesn't think so. That's only a half-truth, however. Uncle Harry is a formidable presence that both delights and frightens the boy. Nonetheless, Uncle Harry is the first person he ever came out to and it went very well because Uncle Harry explained immediately that he too was gay. When he was young, Toby had a huge crush on the good-looking Uncle Harry and his uncle took a shining to him. Toby was obsessed at doing things which would please Uncle Harry and as time went on, he was practically waiting on him hand and foot when he would stay with him during his parents' frequent trips out of the country. When he didn't fully understand at the time was that Uncle Harry was actually cultivating his submissive nature and teaching him the joy of obeying a superior man. When he found out that Uncle Harry was also gay, he began hoping that his uncle would start to use him sexually and maybe teach him the things that a good submissive should do to give pleasure to a man he adored and practically worshipped. So when that conversation took place, Uncle Harry immediately let the starry-eyed gay boy know that he would never touch him or have any physical relationship with him until he turned 18. Toby had turned 18 the first week of school. He knew, therefore, that his uncle would now consider him available in any sense he wished to understand. He had figured that Christmas vacation with his uncle this time would most likely turn him into a well-trained faggot slave.
Now that was a bit of a problem. It has been since he first met Derek. Now there was someone his own age he was falling for. Not only that, but Derek, like his uncle, is moving in on him and cultivating his submissiveness in ways that were somewhat sexual, at least as it concerns Derek's liking to display Toby naked in front of their freshman classmates, and couldn't care less whether or not the girls who liked to hang around the guys' dorm enjoyed seeing the boy nude as well. And then, of course, there were the hugs. And the cum he kept having to swallow on a daily basis. Because of all this, the idea that Uncle Harry would be the one to break him in is no longer a pleasant notion. Besides, his uncle has never hugged him since he was a little boy. Having resolved not to touch the boy until age 18 put a stop to all that a long time ago.
Toby craves Derek's hugs. He wouldn't have able to survive a whole month without them. Just the couple days of Thanksgiving vacation are hard enough on him. So there was no contest between Uncle Harry and Derek when it came to who he wanted to be with the most and who would be the way to form his sexual submissiveness to his own liking. Right before he fell asleep, Toby got the idea that he could ask Derek to take him to his uncle's on a visit and feel free to demonstrate how he was training the boy. Suddenly he realized that he just used the word `training' in this thoughts and it was far more acceptable now than it was when August first spoke about it. Smiling about that, he fell asleep.
Thanks for all the awesome emails. You're inspiring me to work harder. 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.
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