Chapter 7.
It felt like a luxury to have something under my feet, even if it's only a cheap pair of flip-flops. I wish I'd had those when he made me walk on the stones from the car to the back door of his house. Besides that, I was wearing a pair of blue shorts, no underpants, and an old grey shirt usually worn by guys who work out. No watch, no wallet, no keys, no freedom. I'm still smarting like hell from the spanking he gave me just to "get me in the mood," and I must say I'm in the mood. He made me kneel by the side of the toilet to watch him piss, and that freaked me out because I realized that he's going to make me drink it one of these days. Maybe that will be the time I call an end to things.
So we get to Tom's place. He has me get naked and he checks me out. All over. He's got everything he needs conveniently handy in his little "workshop," as he calls it. I'm on my back and my hands are bound up over my head and there's a strap around the middle of the chest holding me down tight. "Armpits first," Tom says. "This is the easiest place to bleed, so make sure you don't even think about moving." He unbinds me and then runs a razor over my chest and around my nipples where there were three little hairs. I'm mostly not hairy anywhere except my modest pubes and some on my balls and between my legs. As far as my asshole, I don't know. I never wanted to check. All I can say is that he gets me in some contorted positions as he makes sure that all the hair is gone, just like Bobby wants. I wonder if Bobby pays for this? And how much? Silly thoughts, but they keep my mind off the reality that I'm here naked and a friend of his is shaving off all the hair in my most private and personal places, but I guess those places aren't private or personal any longer. I have to remember what Bobby ordered before. "I want you displayed naked as much as possible." Tom takes some kind of lotion and runs his hands over every part of me that he shaved. It smells like incense. I'm being prepared like some twisted kind of religious offering. And Bobby is my god.
The next stop really tests my ability to submit to another's rule. He takes me to an adult shop, and right away, I find out that the guys who work here are friends of his. They extend their greetings and chat together. Finally, Bobby takes hold of the top of my t-shirt and pulls me into their group. "This is my faggot and I'm planning to keep it, so I want its dick locked up. Can we work this out?" The manager of the shop, whose name is Felix, brings us beyond a heavy green curtain and there's a work bench and also a collection of things that look like cages.
"Strip," Bobby orders. That's easily done. Felix takes me in hand, roughly even, and I grunt, remembering what Bobby likes. Felix takes two different cages and tries each of them over my cock and now I get the idea. Bobby will make sure I cannot touch my cock when I'm with him, while at the same time, he doesn't have to put up with having to look at it himself. This way it's hidden away, and basically useless, although I guess I could just let go and pee through the cage. Felix rejects both of the cages he tried and goes in the back. He comes out with a box which holds yet another cage, although this cage definitely looks smaller than the other two. He grabs my groin and fits the cage over my dick and it's bent and squeezed with only a tiny bit of room for movement. "Ah," says Felix. "This will be the best for short-term. Never more than a day or two. If you decide you want something permanent let me know and we'll lock the sub in something long term." And this is the first time I've ever had someone refer to me as a "sub". Wow. I've made it into the big leagues! And hey, damn, this cage is really annoying, I'm thinking to myself and then I realize the cage is being locked! Felix takes one key and gives it to Bobby. He puts the other key on a rawhide string and then fixes it to hang around my neck. "A sub always has to have a key when it's alone. That's my rule."
"It." It seems I've become an "it." And so it's settled. My dick is locked up. I never even imagined there could be something like this. "Just a few hours for the first time," Felix tells Bobby. Bobby settles up finances then has me put on my clothes again and as we're walking back to the car he tells me that when we get home he's going to get me to piss through the cage. When we get back into the car he hands me a bottle of water. "Drink it all," he says. I do my best. I'm really struggling coping with this cage and Bobby can tell. "You'll will settle down," he tells me, as if we're having a conversation about how hard I'm finding this. It's a combination of things, actually. On the one hand there's the physical discomfort, but added to that is the psychological distress that my manhood has just been taken away from me and we've never discussed anything like that before. But then I remember his rule: If I want out, all I have to do is resist, and that's the end of it all. For good. So I guess I'm going to have to get used to being squeezed and locked up like this sometimes.
"Before you tell yourself that I don't really know what this is like, I want you to know that I was locked up tight permanently for six months when I was in high school. When my stepfather found out that I was gay, he did it to me. Told me I would have to wait six months before I ever got anyone to touch my cock again. So yes, I do know. Much more than you, boy. But shit, baby, you sure do look hot like that!" We went back out to the car. He has his phone hooked into his car. He calls someone named "Eddie," and tells him. "Got it done. Locked up the boy's dick and it's still distressed. This fucking kid is so naïve that he didn't even know what the cages were for when he first saw them." I hear a voice come through the car system, "Bring the faggot over. I want to see for myself." "sure thing, bro. Be there in about 5 minutes."
After the call is disconnected, Bobby turns to me and says, "I told you I want you displayed naked as much as possible. If I were a rich man, I'd have your picture blown up and displayed on the sides of city busses. But I have to settle for less. Think of it this way, though: I'll never let any other man see me beat you. That's personal. Only you get to know what it's like." I'm finding out, much to my dismay, that I'm both relieved and I feel special that I'm the only one who will take pain from him. It is something personal. I find myself wondering whether or not anyone will ever see me suck his cock. I didn't realize how much cock I'd be sucking eventually. Like Bobby says, I'm naïve.
Eddie's got a nice place, a condo in a nice part of town. As soon as we're through the door I'm ordered to strip. Eddie walks into the room and smiles at the sight of me. "Of fuck. Adorable, Bobby. I hope it lasts." He gets a nod from Bobby and handles my balls and the cage as he toys with it, making it even more uncomfortable and I grunt. Bobby laughs. "I'm teaching my boy how to grunt. I caught him trying to be brave when I spanked him this morning. I fixed the problem pretty quickly. Eddie laughs. "I'm glad. I'm like you—just love those noises from a slut." There's a new one for me. Am I a slut? I don't think so. At least not yet. Eddie has rough hands. He rolls my nipples in his fingers and it gets me whining and closing my eyes. "How's the cage feel, boy?" "It's tight, Sir." "well, good. And damn, Bobby, that really is a small cage." "Well," answers Bobby, "It really is a small dick so it's a perfect fit." And they both laugh while I stand there naked and blushing. "Gonna collar it?" "impractical considering we're both still in school, but I have a couple of temporary ones I can use when I'm in the mood." "Well, I hope it can handle the heat, Bobby."
I'm thinking to myself that it is indeed an honor to get to belong to someone like Bobby, someone so intelligent and devious and respected by his peers. Imagine that! Proud to be a slave? Well, not a slave exactly. Bobby's slave. That makes all the difference. Bobby tells me to put my shorts back on while he picks up the shirt and has me walk out of Eddie's condo bare-chested and I hope the welt on my back isn't obvious. But that's not my problem is it? After all, I didn't put it there myself! We got to a narrow point in the path and I walk in front of Bobby deliberately so he can see the mark on my back and decide what to do. He stops walking and tosses my shirt to me. "Put this on," he says. "I forgot I'd put my mark on you yesterday. I have to learn how much you mark up and how long it lasts. And stand still for a minute." I stop in my place and Bobby comes up right behind me and pulls my shorts out from my back so he can look at my ass. "Still nice and red," he says. "How sore on a scale of 1 to 10 with 10 being the worst." "About 6, Sir." "Nice. It doesn't prevent you from doing anything and it also gives you a constant reminder that you are the type of boy the guys like me enjoy spanking for our own enjoyment." "You get spanked much as a kid?" "No. Only in school that time I told you about." "That was the only time you ever felt his strap?" "Yes. He left our school at the end of the year so he never got a chance to take down my pants and beat me with his strap." "Oh, what a shame. but don't' worry, kid, I'll be using the strap quit a bit during this stage of your training."
"Stage of my training? What am I being trained for?" I acted confused but I knew he would have a good answer for me. "You're being trained to become yourself, accept what you need, find out your place. And if you ask me what place that is, you're going to end up right over my knee again." I decide to stay silent after that warning. I'd really be sorry if he tried to spank me right now. Bit by bit, I'm beginning to realize that this hot man I'm so attracted to is a big fan of corporal punishment, and for some reason, he's decided to devote it my upbringing. And why aren't I running away from him? Why do I give him leave to toy with me the way he is? Then I look into his face and realize that I know why. He turns me on so much that I'll be ready to accept anything he wants. I get that "love" feeling again and wonder what to do about it. I can't help but keep fidgeting in the car on the way home. I'm afraid I might not be adjusting as quickly as Bobby expected and all of a sudden I realize that I'm afraid of failing him, not because of punishment but simply because I genuinely want to please him. "I'm pleased to see it's making you so uncomfortable," he says to me and once again he manages to turn my thinking upside down. "I like that I have control of that part of your body and will never let go. It really turns me on to see you struggle to surrender to me this way. It makes me know I'm doing the right thing."
Shit! That sure slayed me! Yes, I realize, he is holding my dick tightly. It doesn't belong to me any longer. It's a good thing he's near me when I have these realizations because it always helps when I look into his face and his eyes. Almost as if on cue, he turns to face me briefly and his eyes ignite my passion one again. Suddenly it feels good that he's got me this way in the cage he locked me in. Coyly, I decide I'm not going to let him know. As if I can hide anything from him.
"Yes, boy, you're doing well. It's part of you now, the cage and what it represents. I've also decided that you will never be allowed to cum when you're with me. I not going to control or limit what you do when you're alone. And I'm not going to make you wear that cage when I'm not with you, so don't worry about that. As far as I'm concerned, I don't care if you jerk off the second you get back to your dorm room. For now, that is," and he winks at me. Ulp! He's going to completely emasculate me in a kinky sort of way.
"Take off your shirt," he tells me. "How sore are those nips?" He reaches out when he stops at a light and toys with them as I suck air through my teeth and whimper. He laughs. "I like making you sound like a whining puppy sometimes." The light changes and we're off again. "The first time anyone ever worked my nipples was back in Middle School. I think we were just about 12 and he found out how submissive they make me. Eventually, he got me to suck his cock and that became a regular thing until he got a girlfriend in 8th grade. But he used to tell me that I gave a better blow job than she did. "Why don't you get to know Carl a little better? Maybe you can suck his cock too. I'll let him know about you." I begged him not to and he didn't. But he always had it to hold over my head.
"Wow. You were a faggot cocksucker even before you got to high school. Ever had a romantic thing?"
"There were a couple guys I was crushing on, but I was always afraid it would get out all over the school that I suck dick. So nothing ever came of it. That is, until I found out I have a crush on you."
"Sir."
"Sir."
"always mind your manners or I'll get my strap out of storage." "Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir."
Soon we pulled up to the "house" and there was a guy about our age pacing back and forth in front of the house. "Oh shit!" Bobby says. "I totally forgot about this guy." He lowers his window and calls out, "Hank! I'm sorry I'm late. Got caught up in something." Before we get out of the car he turns to me and says "and you're what I got caught up in," and I'm giggling as I get out of the car.
Bobby goes right up to Hank and they shake hands. "I'm glad you waited. I have a lot to show you." He doesn't introduce me. As he opens his front door, he has Hank go in first. He follows Hank and leaves me to enter and close the door. Hank is saying something to Bobby. Bobby looks at me and nods towards my shorts and I realize he's really going to display me to anyone who comes here. Hank very obviously looks me up and down and orders me to turn around and damn it! I obey him and show him my ass. He puts his fingers to the welt on my back so I know this guy is into the same stuff that Bobby's into. And he's apparently a good friend of Bobby because Bobby just watches as he lets Hank check me out however he wants. "Caged already," he notes, impressed, and runs his fingers over the cage then circles his fingers around my balls and pulls them down. I look at Bobby and Bobby seems entranced watching Hank handle me. Bobby actually speaks to me. "Hank is an expert at all this stuff. I've learned a lot from him."
Hank asks Bobby a question. "What strap left this?" as he points to my back. "I'll show you." Bobby goes inside and brings it out. It looks pretty fierce; I'd never had a chance to look at it when he used it on me. Hank addresses Bobby and occasionally moves his fingers along the welt. "So now you know, Bobby, how much you can mark this flesh with that strap. A brief whipping would have the boy marked up everywhere. So choose accordingly. What will you use next time? Just think about it." "Thanks, Hank. I'm glad you got to check him out. Want a beer?" Hank says yes. Bobby turns to me and I go to get the beers and bring them back to the men. Bobby, of course, doesn't thank me. He tells me that they're going to have a serious conversation and that I should go inside and find something to do. And with that, I'm dismissed, and my face is getting bright red and I'm confused about what just happened. Am I like some kind of slave? It's still weird to me, the way Bobby acts towards me in front of others. It's as if I don't exist except as a tool to be examined and put in my place. Suddenly, I remember what Bobby told me earlier, that I was going to "find my place." Naked and hairless in front of completely dressed men. Ignored except to get an order. Inspected like a used car. Holy shit. Why does all of this get me so high? My poor cramped dick would really like to grow now but when it begins the cage is all the more uncomfortable.
I go inside. I have a bit of homework that I tend to. About 40 minutes later, Bobby comes to me and says "Hank is one of the guys in my group. I'll give you to him for a while. Whatever he wants. Use the guestroom." Right away I say, "Yes, Sir," and I'm actually looking forward to it. Hank is hot and he's already demonstrated how he'll handle me. Anyway, I go to the guest room and Hank is already stripping down completely. Uh-oh. "Okay, boy. Start with my armpits." and he puts his hands behind his head and I dive right in. Not bad. No deodorant fortunately. I guess none of these guys use anyway. "Nipples," he says, and I go to suck those. A short while later he pushes me down along his body and my head bumps into his thick hard cock. "Suck, boy," he says and I take him into my mouth, but my mouth is dry. "Wait," says Hank. "You're fucking dry. Lean back and open your mouth and keep it open." I do so. Hank gets close to my mouth and starts salivating right into my mouth, which gets my own juices flowing as well. "Now suck!" and I get back to the task at hand. Now I know where Bobby got the idea about spitting into my mouth before I blow him.
His cock tastes a little pissy, but he wasn't planning on having sex when he came here today so he's not freshly showered. No matter. I get off on the fact that I'm being used to clean him this way. I suck his cock for a while but then tells me to stop and get lube and a condom. He takes the lube himself, coats a couple fingers, and bends me over for the initial penetration. Shit, he's so alpha, so hot. I really feel him opening me up with those fingers and soon he's fucking me with them. He puts on the condom and then lubes his cock up. He puts it at my opening and says, "only Bobby will fuck you without a condom. That's the way he wants it and what he says goes. Now open up for me like pussy, boy." He moves in slowly but never pulls back. He simply keeps filling me more and more. He puts his hands on my sides and holds on there as he plunders me as if I was some kind of fleshlight. I try to show my eagerness so I try pushing back myself, but he doesn't seem to care. He just keeps fucking me like the homeless faggot I am. Then he reaches for my nipples and takes one in each hand and dammit, I never realized how painful they could get. Not only that, but by working my nipples the way he is, it seems like I'm able to open my ass more and eventually I'm doing all the work, fucking myself on his dick while he works my nipples so hard that I shout out and even scream as he cums within me.
When he's finished he stands there and orders me to take the condom off and then clean up his dick with my mouth. Damn, he's really pissy! So I do what I have to do until he finally stops me, slaps my face lightly, and leaves the room without saying another word to me. I run to the bathroom to take care of myself. He shot a huge load into me. When I'm finished I brush my teeth and then head out into the living room. Bobby's watching something on TV. "so" he says, "One down, four to go. Then I'll let you socialize with us just like one of the guys. There's a saloon we like. I'll take you there and even take the cage off when we go there. Just an ordinary guy. That's what you are."
"Hank is a true alpha," says Bobby. "Yes, Sir," I agreed. "He made your boy feel like some tool or maybe some cheap slut selling itself to him. No disrespect, but no respect either. Oh, and thanks for the condom rule."
"Of course. I want you healthy. I might keep you around for a while." He sniffs me the way someone would sniff a dog. "You stink. Go shower." "Yes, Sir." I go do what I've been told. Happy to do it. Hank wasn't the cleanest guy I've ever served. I wash myself thoroughly and enjoy being under the warm water. When at last I finish and turn off the water, Bobby is standing there. He's holding some rawhide shoelaces in his hand, strung over to make some kind of jury-rigged whip. "Stay wet. Get out here. Down on the floor. All 4's." When I get in position he tells me, "Just a quick warmup before you suck my dick. It's okay to move around as much as you need to." (fortunately the bathroom is quite large.) And with that, he stars lashing me with the little stinging whips, all over. Not terribly painful. Stinging, mainly, and I soon find myself trying to escape the next blow and finally I'm even on my back trying to protect my balls as Bobby just keeps lashing me without even paying attention to where the lashes fell. Finally, he stops, and I'm about out of my mind from being treated that way—just a warmup, he says—and I realize that Bobby is a master of humiliation and I've really feeling it deep inside and it stings more than the lashes from the shoelaces. "Come," he says. "Crawl." He goes to the bedroom and lays back on the bed with his legs open and hanging off the side of the bed. "What are you waiting for, faggot? Get over here and suck me dry." Quickly I scamper to him, not even caring about the fact that I'm still pretty wet. "Start with my balls," he adds, and that is where I begin licking, sniffing, sucking, rolling them around in my mouth and then working my way up his shaft. "That's it, cocksucker, show me what a faggot you are. Worship my cock. That's one of your jobs now." And as I'm blowing him I realize that I've never wanted to give pleasure to any man more than I want to give pleasure to him. More and more, it seems like the main part of my existence, obeying Bobby, serving Bobby, taking pain from Bobby, making Bobby smile at me.
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Here are the other stories I have posted, with the dates where you can find them:
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 Tommy Loves His Sub 8/17/2023 Training Toby 12/31/2023 Breaking me in—current
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