Chapter 27.
He's quiet for a while as he's driving us back to campus. "If I told you that I wanted you to drink all my piss, right from the tap, as soon as I bring you home after school today, do you think you could do it?" I'm a bit surprised by this. I don't know what to say.
"Don't forget that this is still time for free chat, pup. What's on your mind? Don't be afraid. Tell me."
"Okay. If that's what you want then I'll try to do it for you, Bobby, but I'm really uneasy about it."
"I don't see why. You did it for Tyler, right? Didn't he train you for it?"
"Yes, and I remember him telling me that he felt it was time I serve you that way as well, but I don't want it to be because Tyler wants it. If you want it, then it's just between you and me, Bobby. You said I'm your slave now and no one else's. It's all different now."
"Do you think you could explain more about this? I mean piss is piss, right?"
"Not really, Master." I switch to the M word if we're going to be talking about this.
"For Masters and slaves, piss is something different. It's not just piss. It's food, in a way. And it means something different for every Master and every slave. I mean, I know there are some guys who have just become pigs, who take it all from anyone. But for me it's something filled with meaning. It was very different for Tyler and it's definitely going to be different for you."
"So how was it for Tyler?"
"He started off sweet about it, and let's face it, he was the one who broke through my fear and trained me to do it, but eventually it was simply a way to further degrade me, to make me realize how much power he had over me."
"I'm not thinking about degrading you, pup. I want you to WANT to do it for me, to take my piss, because you want to show me how much you worship me, I guess, just like you used to do when you were staring at me from the other side of the room in the beginning. I want to give it to you as a gift because you want it from ME, not from anyone else. Does that make any sense? Think carefully because this is important, pup."
"From you. As an act of adoration, an act of worship because I want you to give you my entire life for as long as you want me."
He smiles at me and strokes the inside of my thigh. "Yes. It means so much, doesn't it?"
"With you, Master, yes. It's like I'll be drinking some of your soul. I hope you don't get annoyed with me, but with you, Master, it will be something romantic. An act of love. And devotion."
"you're such a sweet boy! you make me want to love you so much." "And that's precisely why I will drink your piss. It's so special." Bobby gets quiet again and I know he's thinking hard about this.
"Then I think I want to feed it to you a little bit at a time, not all at once. Mouthfuls, each special, each a way of your moving more and more into my heart, pup. Not just as a faggot. As a lover."
"oh Bobby, Bobby, you're moving into my heart when you talk to me like that."
"I'm glad. That's what I'm trying to do. Shit, I remember that time with the Tribe when Tylor gave it to you in a glass and made you sip it while we all watched. I thought it was gross. I was surprised that Tyler would treat you like that. I thought it was the most humiliating thing I've ever seen and dammit, I felt sorry for you, boy, that he made you do that the first time you were out with us as part of the Tribe. I mean, you know I like showing off when I use you and others can watch, just like I was claiming you the other day when I watched my friend flog you with that tawse while your head was between my legs and you were struggling to avoid the lashes. But this is different. Especially now because I'm thinking more and more that I don't want you to be at the Inferno any more."
"But you told me that the first time you used me as a urinal you wanted there to be a lot of guys watching it."
"Pup, I'm your Master. I can change my mind about things. It seemed like a really hot thing to do before, but now . . . " I waited for him to finish his thought. I felt like I should strip naked right there in the car for him.
" . . . now, I'm thinking differently because I'm feeling differently. Sure, I dig humiliating you, but mainly because it does something FOR you. But this, no . . . ."
He pulls into a parking spot by the gym.
". . . this is just between you and me. Private. Like you said, boy, adoration. And I want to see your eyes while you're swallowing my piss. I want to see devotion and yes, even love in your eyes when you take it from me as it I'm giving you the greatest gift of all. You're right. It's not just piss. It's so much more."
I'm sitting there in the parking lot and other people are passing by and tears are flowing out of my eyes.
"so this is what's gonna happen. After your class we'll meet in the gym, in the sauna, me with a towel, you totally naked. And once we're nicely cooked, we'll take our showers and I want you to make sure that everyone else there can see your ass and back, can see that I had you whipped, and that I locked your dick into a chastity cage. And if anyone makes any remarks or asks any questions, you will remain silent and I'll take care of things. But I really think most other guys will actually be embarrassed to see you that way, that they won't have the guts to ask anything."
"But you now that word is getting around about me being a cocksucker at the club."
"That's your old life, pup. This is your new life. And you shouldn't care what anyone thinks of you. What kind of a slave would be concerned about that? A vain and selfish one doing it only to get recognized, to get attention."
"You know I'm not like that Master, especially not with you."
"of course I know, puppy. And then after we're all nice and clean, I'll take you home—yeah, I think I want it to happen in your own bedroom---and I'll begin to train you all over again like you'd never done it before. And then when you have some of my piss in your tummy and on your breath, I'm gonna fuck you in your own bed before I tuck you and say goodnight."
"Master, please don't leave me after doing that. Please stay with your slave."
"okay, boy, how could I deny you that? Okay. That's what will happen. Now off to class with you. Be in the steam room at 4:45. No towel to hide behind."
"Yes, Master, I say. He takes his handkerchief out of his pocket and dries my tears with it and he doesn't give a fuck who might see us. Then he sends me on my way and it hurts to have to get out of the car and be away from him for a while, even though it's one of my favorite classes. We'll be talking about homoerotic subjugation in "The Lords of Discipline." Perfect topic to get me in the mood for what's to come. And as I walk away, I realize that he's still sitting there, watching me. in class
"You know what I got curious about? What would happen during those sweat sessions they kept talking about. They were never described for us. I suspect something really perverted was taking place those nights." This was Emory speaking. He was very perceptive most of the time, and this is one of those times.
I decided to speak up. "Emory, it almost sounds as if you really wanted something sexual to happen. The only kind of things Tom ever spoke about were butch masculine things: shouting and screaming, pushups, heavy exercise. All that butch type of crap."
Michael, a guy who sometimes gave me shit because he knew I was a cocksucker, said in a jeering voice, "Not your type of crap, eh, boy? What would you have wanted to have happen?"
"I wouldn't have wanted anything, Michael. I never would have gone near that place. Shit, I kept wondering if there were really any queers there, and shit, how they would have been terrified for anyone to find out. I mean, come on, they even had a regulation against jerking off! It's like they wanted to drive any hint of homosexuality right into the closet and nail the door shut."
Michael kept going. "2,000 cadets in one place? There had to be lost of queers hiding themselves there."
"Or," I added, "it could have been that they were covering it all up so much underneath all the male bravado shit that if any of them were queer, they probably didn't have the energy or the space to even realize it. I mean a lot of guys don't come out until after college. I mean, how many guys in this college, besides me, show their colors?
"You should know, faggot," said a voice in the back of the room and the professor throws a really hostile look towards the person who said it. I don't even turn around to look I don't want to know who the fuck it is. Dammit, I've had an awesome day. I'm not going to let anyone ruin it for me.
Dr. Collingsworth jumps in for the first time this class. "We're getting too far off track now. Let's turn our attention back to the novel and not on the personal lives of the people in this class," she says, deftly putting an end to the way things were heading.
Sure. Everyone here knows I'm queer. Some of them, I guess, even know I'm a sub. I don't care. If anything, I'm able to feed a bit on the humiliation, just like I always do. As far as I know, I'm the only 19 year old who is out around here.
"Shit! I don't know how you put up with it," whispers my friend Carl, sitting right next to me. I wave him off, as if to say, it's no bother. One of the girls in the class, a pretty girl who usually doesn't say much, speaks up. "The four roommates talk so much about loving each other. I always found that interesting."
"it's part of butch male bonding," Carl says. "It really doesn't mean anything. In fact, I think one of the weaknesses of this book is that it doesn't allow any room for speculation about homosexuality."
"I don't think Conroy ever had much to say about that," says Emory. "Maybe I'm wrong because I never read any of his stuff before."
"I think you're right," I answer him.
And on we go. The class turns out to be so interesting that I didn't think at all about what the rest of my day was going to be like. Shit, I wonder, did any of the plebes ever get forced to drink piss?"
Before class ends, Prof makes one final point. "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm so pleased about how you're enjoying this book. Please keep one thing in mind as you continue to read and explore. Remember when this book was written." And we're dismissed. And I start trembling inside at what going to happen now. I wonder if any of the guys in the class will be in the locker room after class to see the welts on my body and the cage on my dick.
I dally a bit in the locker room waiting for Bobby to show up. He hasn't appeared by 5:50, so I just go ahead and strip naked, already aware of a few glances from other guys, and the glances increase when I've removed my boxer briefs and my caged cock is revealed. I try not to pay too much attention as I enter the steam room and, lo and behold, Bobby is already in there.
"You're late, boy," he says. "I'm sorry, Sir. I was waiting for you in the locker room hoping I wouldn't have to strip naked without you there."
"You'll be punished for disobeying my instructions, faggot," he says to me, and I lower my head and my eyes. Three other guys come in. I turn to face Bobby who is seated against the wall as he ordered me to so others can see that I'd been whipped. Sure enough, one of the guys, probably an upperclassman, says, "Holy fucking shit! What happened to you?" As instructed, I remain silent, but Bobby does motion for me to turn around so he can see the entire humiliating picture. Bobby looks at him. "the boy deserved to be punished and so a friend of mine took a leather strap to its back and ass."
"does this happen a lot?" he asks. "Whenever I decide it needs correcting," Bobby answers.
"Are you his brother or something?"
"Not really. Actually I'm the faggot's Master. I determine when it needs to be punished."
"Are you gay as well?"
"Yes, but totally Dominant. This boy has willingly given itself to me as my slave."
"Hot. So that's why it has that thing wrapped around its dick?"
"yes. It prevents masturbation and orgasms when the boy should be tending to its studies or to pleasing me. Have you ever seen one like that before?"
"No, but I've read about it. I like reading about slaves, but mostly females. Tell me, to you make it suck cock for other guys as well?" "Yes, that can always be arranged."
"Well I'm straight, but it might be hot to get a blowjob from a faggot." "My name is Bobby Wilson. Look me up and contact me. I'm sure we can work something out sometime soon."
"I'm Stu Finn. That will be great. Thanks."
Another guy has been listening to all this and says, "You dudes are fucking sick," as he leaves the steam room. Because we're in the steam room it doesn't look like I'm blushing. "Just take it," Bobby says to me while pinching one of my nipples. I lean my head down and kiss the side of his hand. "Time for showers," he says, and I follow him out of the steam room.
A few guys look me over while I'm showering but like Bobby had predicted, they were too uncomfortable to say anything at all. One of them ended up staring at my cage. Finally Bobby spoke up. "That's what's called a chastity device. It prevents the kid from touching his cock. No jerking off possible now."
"Shit, if I couldn't do it at least once every few days, I'd go crazy. How can you live with it?" he asks me. "He has no choice," explains Bobby.
"How come no choice?"
"Because I'm the one who locked him into it. The best advantage is that all his sexual energy makes him go crazy servicing my cock instead and when I come in his mouth it makes him feel even better than when he used to get to cum on his own."
"Sounds weird so I'll just take your word for it. Why is it there? He lose a bet or something?"
"It's just a way of him acting out his submissiveness. I'm in control of his dick and that turns him on. He's just wired that way. Meant to be a faggot cocksucker, pleasuring all the cocks I make him suck, and that's the way he gets his pleasure."
"wow" is all the guy says after that, but when he leaves the shower area he says goodbye. and good luck. And that's that.
Please write me and let me know what you think of this new story. subkodak25@gmail.com.
I now have pictures of BOBBY, TYLER, and the boy (narrator). Ask and I'll email the ones you want.
Here are the other stories I have posted, with the dates where you can find them:
The first five should be read in order:
The Alex Chronicles 9/25/2022 Sweet Subjugation 1/15/2023 Brandon's Bosses 4/3/2023 Brandon's Brothers 5/19/2023 Total Subjugation 5/25/2023
These stories are stand-alone
Tommy Loves His Sub 8/17/2023 Training Toby 12/31/2023 Breaking Me In (in progress)
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