Can a slave find love?

Can a slave find love? Eddie's journey

I.

(Just so you know, this story has 26 chapters.) "What am I gonna do?" he asked himself after he realized that hot guy he had been watching approach was his father's best friend. Maybe he should just turn around and walk away. Maybe the guy didn't notice him watching his approach. Maybe the guy didn't see the hunger in his eyes as he'd been focusing simply on the way he was walking. Maybe the guy was straight and hadn't even been paying attention to the looks he was getting.

No such luck. "Eddie, is that you?" the man asked as he drew near. Eddie nodded his head showing a half-smile knowing for sure that his blushing would give him away. "It's okay, kid, I won't say anything to anyone. But the fact that you're leaning up against the wall in this part of town and the way you've been sizing me up until you realized it was me announced what your tastes are like. Always older men? Always in dangerous parts of town? You've got to learn to be more careful, pup. I wouldn't want you to get yourself into more than you could handle."

"Almost always yes to all questions Mr. Dixon," answered Eddie. "But I can pretty much take care of myself, Sir. Not too worried about being around here. And apparently you're not either, I reckon"

"There not much I worry about, Eddie. And my name is Mitch. Or "Sir" if you prefer that since you used it before." "I've always been trained to be polite, Sir you know my Dad and what he's like."

"Oh, I get it. You come down here because there is less of chance of your being discovered back on the other side of town. You're still in the closet."

"And you aren't? Oh, wait, I'm sorry, that was uncalled for. I shouldn't have been such a brat. I'm sorry, um, Mitch."

"How are you going to make it up to me?" the older man asked. "Make a suggestion. Maybe I'll like it."

Eddie gives an evasive answer. "I could buy you a drink, Sir. I'm over 21 now."

"Really? Well, congratulations, Eddie. I must say, you barely look over 16."

"thank you, Sir, but that's a curse as much as a blessing."

"Why is it a curse?"

"Because I tend to attract chicken hawks and perverts, you know, old men after young boys."

"Yes, that must be a problem. And a blessing?"

"Because I attract a lot of men who aren't too old for me."

"And what do you consider to be `too old,' pup?"

Eddie wishes he wouldn't keep calling him `pup' because it's getting him turned on and that could lead him to trouble.

"Oh, I don't know. It depends on the guy, mostly."

"And guys your own age?"

"Too unexperienced. Clumsy. Only interested in their orgasm, then it's all over. I'm not into quickies."

"So you want someone who isn't in a rush, I suppose."

"Yes, you could say that. Among other things."

"I'd like to know what those other things are, Eddie, but I suggest we keep walking. We've been spotted by someone I have a bad feeling about."

And so they walk down the street, not too quickly, but definitely headed out of this part of town.

"Don't worry, Eddie. I can handle it if necessary. I've got the training from my years in the service."

"So then I'd better never get on your wrong side I guess."

"That would be advisable, although I hardly suspect you would end up doing that. I have great patience with college boys, as you well know."

Eddie knows that Mr. Dixon is a college professor, so he gets the message on two different levels. One is making the point that he can handle 21-year-olds. The other is a possible suggestion that this Mr. Dixon might easily make a good Daddy.---or is he reading too much into things? Best be careful and let the Prof take the lead.

They pass a well-lit coffee shop just as they cross the street into a safer area. "Let's duck in here," suggests Mitch. "I'd prefer a cup of coffee right now rather than a drink. But I believe they do sell beer here as well, pup."

There's that word again. Can Mr. Dixon see the effect it has on the boy's face whenever he says that?

"Go find a seat you like. I'll get the coffees." "Yes, Sir," and he goes to sit down, wondering it the good professor will read anything into his reply.

Mitch brings the coffees, cream and sugar to the table. "Here we go. I like the mugs that they use here."

"Yes, they're very nice," replies Eddie, still holding back from getting into a conversation that might get him into trouble if he seems too pushy. The truth, unfortunately, is that Eddie has lusted after this friend of his Dad's since he was a young teenager and has been the subject of many a night-time fantasy with his dick in his hand.

Mitch realizes that this kid is completely passive. He decides to get the ball rolling. "So where were we? Oh yes, I was going to ask you what the `other things' you mentioned before happen to be. Can you elaborate, if I'm not being too invasive with my questioning?"

"Other things? Well, to begin with, not in a rush. Willing to take things slow. Not focused only on getting off but enjoying the journey. Knowing more than me and willing to teach me, guide me along, so to speak. Perceptive about limits, even if I might not be sure what they are. Older, but still hot. Wiser, but not a know-it-all. Somewhat aggressive without being crude about it."

"That's a pretty good description, I'd say. I suspect you've been disappointed many times by men who didn't exhibit those qualities."

"Ain't that the truth!"

Do you mind if I ask a couple more personal questions?"

"You can ask, although I might not want to answer everything."

"My first and most important question is whether or not your father knows about you."

"Yes. I told him my senior year of high school. He took it very well, better than he took it when I told him I wasn't planning to go to college right after high school."

"Yes, I remember that. He had a hard time coming to terms with the fact that you had different plans than what he had in mind. But I've found that is usually the case with young men who feel drawn to the arts. There's always the fear that he won't be able to earn a living."

"I'm doing okay myself," Eddie protests.

"I probably shouldn't tell you this, but your father even wanted me to see if I couldn't talk you into changing your mind, but I told him to let you channel your own course."

"Well, I certainly appreciate you for doing that. I didn't realize that you were responsible for getting him to calm down about it. I guess I owe you. Big time." He says this with big round eyes, hoping to convey a message. "And may I ask, Sir, does my father know about you?"

"Oh yes, certainly. I came out to him in college. It wasn't easy back then. He kept my secret and looked out for me. He was the only school friend who knew. And back then in the service, I always had to hide my proclivities."

"that must have been terribly difficult."

"It was, although I must confess that I managed to have some good times back then despite all the necessary secrecy. And, oh, by the way, your father is very proud of the work you're doing. I hope you realize that."

"Sometimes I wonder, so I'll just take your word for it. I know he still wishes that I would go to college full time. And maybe I will some day. But not yet."

"I hear you're doing very well at the studio. Your father tells me all about it when I see him."

"And I'm making enough money to afford my own place. Okay, it's just an efficiency apartment attached to someone else's house, but it's all mine and I have complete privacy."

"Even enough privacy to bring home a friend from time to time?"

"Yes, but it seldom happens. I'm really not into guys my own age, and definitely not younger than me. I need to be the `kid,' if you know what I mean."

"I prefer the word `pup.' And I notice that it always gets a subtle reaction out of you whenever I say it. Would you be willing to tell me what it makes you think or feel, if I'm not being too invasive with this question."

"it reminds me of someone I used to date. He called me that all the time and it used to make me feel very submissive. But he took advantage of me and I had to break things off."

"How did he take advantage of you?"

"I'd rather not say, Sir, if that's all right with you."

"Don't worry. I won't push. But," and he looks into Eddie's eyes, "I may be completely wrong but I sense that you've been throwing a couple subtle signals my way, pup."

Eddie closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

"I'm afraid that if I tell you, you might not understand or tolerate what I'd say."

"Eddie, I'm a little over twice your age and I've been all over the world and had lots and lots of varied experiences. I doubt you could confuse me or make me angry or annoyed with you. And, most especially, I would not look down on you, whatever you may have to tell me. So, see if you can be a little brave and tell me your reaction, pup."

Again, Eddie closes his eyes and takes another breath and says to himself, "Okay, out with it, boy!" He puts down the cup he was hiding behind and keeps his eyes fixed on the table as he says, quietly and deliberately, "Sir, when you use that word, it makes me want to call you `Daddy!'"

Silence.

"I see. Notice, pup, that I'm still here. I haven't run off. Yet."

"Yes, Sir. I'm glad."

"Was that man you dated for a while also a Daddy?"

"Not really, Sir. I tried calling him that but he didn't like it. He told me to call him "Sir" or "Master." In the beginning we just used to have a lot of fun together. But he kept pushing the envelope more and more, trying to take advantage of my submissive nature. Actually started expecting things from me that made me uncomfortable."

"What kinds of things?"

"About obedience and humiliation. And even that was hot at first, but then he never could turn it off."

"Turn what off? What was he trying to get you into?"

"Well, he started making me drink water from a bowl on the floor."

"Did you like that?"

"At first, yes, Sir. But then one day he pissed into the water and I refused to go near it, and he got angry. I was naked, and he threw me out into his back yard and it was raining. He kept me out there for a long time until finally I started banging on the door and begging him to let me in. He said that I had to agree to take a spanking before he would open the door, so I did. When he let me in he took me over his knee and spanked me a lot harder than I liked. He told me that it really turned him on to have me outside in the rain begging to get in like a naughty puppy. Finally he let me dry myself off. He said he had a dog collar he wanted me to wear and when he went inside to get it, I I got myself out of there still naked, carrying my clothes. I'll never go back again."

"Is he in the area?"

"No, Sir. He's about a half hour away."

"thank you for telling me these things, Eddie. They reveal a lot to me about you."

"They do?"

"yes, indeed. Would you like me to explain what I've learned?"

"Yes, Sir, if you don't mind."

"I don't mind at all. But first, why don't you be a good boy and go get us more coffee." He hands Eddie his credit card. Eddie is a little turned on by being told what to do and being called a good boy. It makes him feel very young. He brings the coffees back and Mitch thanks him."

"You like being a good boy, don't you, Eddie?"

"Very much, Sir. Otherwise I'd really disappoint my Dad and I'd never want to do that."

"I can see that he trained you well, son."

"thank You, Sir, but please don't call me `son'?"

"One of the things that I'm discovering about you, pup, is that you are very good at setting limits and you don't allow them to be violated. This is a very good thing."

"Why do you say that, Sir?"

"Because it lets the other person know exactly where he stands. Some sub boys let their Doms play guessing games. Also it keeps you safe."

"What else have you discovered, Sir?"

"You really don't like using my first name, do you, pup?"

"No, Sir. You deserve respect from a boy like me."

"A boy like you. Interesting thing for you to say, and it, too, reveals a lot. That you consider yourself an inferior to most men, and that you have a strict code of honor about how to show respect to your, um, superiors, if you don't mind me using that word."

"That's a new one for me, Sir. And I guess you're right about my needing to feel inferior. But only when it comes to relationships or sex, never about work or family."

"Of course."

"Sir? May I ask? What else have you decided about me?"

"You liked drinking from a bowl on the floor like a true pup, and if that man had any common sense, I suspect he could have introduced you to many other things that would go along with your being his pup. But he spoiled it by trying to get you to do something you two hadn't discussed previously. And it was something significant that only real hard-core submissives can handle that, and hardly ever in a new relationship."

"Yes, absolutely, Sir."

"But something else intrigues me."

"What is that, Sir?"

"You said that you were naked when he threw you outside into the rain. I'm wondering whether he stripped you himself or had you strip for him. There's a significant difference between the two.

"I'm not sure I understand, Sir."

"Let me explain it this way. Being stripped by someone sometimes indicates that the boy is his victim."

"That isn't what happened, Sir. We'd spoken on the phone before we met up. He told me that he expected me to strip naked as soon as I came into his house. So I did it myself."

"So that means you were willing to be humiliated that way, and also that you were willingly offering yourself to him."

"Yes, Sir, I guess that is the case."

"It is also much more enjoyable for the Dom to watch a boy like you remove his own clothing, offering up his naked body for the Dom's pleasure."

"Sir, may I ask a question?"

"Certainly, boy. Go ahead."

"What is the difference between a Dom and a Daddy?"

"There is no hard and fast rule about that. In my opinion, a Dom tends to be more demanding, discipline and punishment is usually more intense, and often there is little or no emotional bond between the Dom and the sub. A Daddy is more caring and more affectionate even though there may still be quite a bit of strictness involved. For example, your own father is quite strict with you. Isn't that the case?

"Yes, Sir. He is strict. He lays down the law most of the time and expects to be obeyed. He's never spanked or beaten me. If he felt I needed to be punished, he would remove privileges or toys, or confine me to an empty bedroom with no distractions, and there were often very long and harsh lectures. But nothing like that has happened in a long time, long before I even moved out of the house."

"And I assume that is not what you are looking for when you indicated that you wanted to call me Daddy."

"I guess so, Sir."

"Do you know for sure what it is that you're looking for, Eddie? Have you had much experience with Daddy's?"

"None at all, Sir, but it's always been something I have wished for. Definitely sexual, but also with a great deal of caring, maybe even babying me. I really don't know because it's never really happened before. I thought he was going to be my Daddy, but then once he had me naked he quickly turned into something different. I went along with it all, and even had a good time until he pissed into my water and expected me to drink it, and that was something we never spoke about beforehand."

"Yes. Negotiation is important in any of these roleplay situations."

"Eddie, you realize that I'm the same age as your father."

"Yes, Sir."

"If I'm not mistaken, you've been hinting that you'd like me to be your Daddy. Am I correct or is that just my imagination? Does my connection with your father make you uncomfortable?

"Not really, Sir. You are much younger than my father in looks and in attitude. And I really think I would like you to become my Daddy, Sir, even if only for a little while."

"It is good not to make any plans about how long things would last until you are naked and in my arms, Eddie. And to be honest, I would really enjoy watching you get naked for me. I've always thought you were a real cute young man."

"And to be honest, Sir, I've been attracted to you since I was in middle school. Especially how much younger you seemed than my father. And you were always so nice to me. I always wished you would touch me more than just putting your hand on my shoulder."

"Well, then, I suggest you let me bring you home and we can explore some of these attractions and needs in private. Would you like that, boy?"

"Yes, please, Daddy? Very much, Daddy."

"Then this is what will happen. You can come with me now. When we get back to my place we can relax and talk a bit more. I will ask you to strip yourself so I can watch. Very slowly while we keep talking. I will comment how much I enjoy viewing your naked body, and then I'll take it from there. If you get uncomfortable or scared for any reason whatsoever, I want you to let me know right away

"Awesome, Sir. Please? I promise I'll be a good boy for you, Daddy."

"But you don't know what it will be required of you, pup, so you can't really make a promise like that. Don't be so hasty, boy."

"I'm sorry, Sir. It's just that I've wanted to be with you since I was thirteen."

"I see. But you're young, Eddie, and as we were saying earlier, most young guys are lose all their interest after they've shot their loads. That's all that matters to them. I expect a heck of a lot more than that from a boy like you."

"I promise you, Sir, that it doesn't matter to me about having an orgasm. Not with you, Daddy. I'll be a good boy for you, I promise."

"So tell me, Eddie: what if I make you cum into my hand and then have you lick my hand clean . . . ?

"Please, Sir, that is very hot."

"And then I'll want you to be a good boy and take care of my own needs . . . "

"Yes, Daddy, please. Use me any way you want, Daddy."

"I'll take you at your word, boy. I promise you that. I'll take your mouth, your throat and your ass; make you service me any way I want. Take good care of your Daddy. Do you think you could do that, Eddie? Are you that submissive?"

Eddie closes his eyes and breathes deeply.

"Use you like a slut, baby."

Eddie breathes even more deeply. "However you want me, Daddy. Please?"

"Well then, let's go to my car and you can prove yourself to me right there. See if you can pass what I call the `Daddy test.'

Eddie smiles at him and the smile almost breaks his heart it is so trusting, so honest, so lusty.

"Adjust yourself. It's obvious that you're hard. Let's not advertise that to everyone along the way, boy."

Eddie reaches down and takes care of things. "Ready, Daddy."

"Then let's go, boy."

They leave the coffee shop and walk two blocks to where he has his car parked. A black car with tinted windows. Just the thing needed. Mitch opens the passenger door and helps Eddie get inside, then gets himself settled, starts the car, and soon they're cruising down the highway.

"Open your pants, boy. Pull them down so I can see your hard boy cock."

"yes, Sir," answers Eddie, and does what he's been told. His five-inch hardon is already leaking a bit."

"Use your finger to clean off the tip of your dick and then lick it clean. Show me what a dirty boy you are, Eddie. Taste yourself for me."

The boy is eager to obey. "Good boy. Now stroke yourself. Make sure you catch everything in your hand. Don't get any on your clothes or on my seat. Catch it all. . . . Good boy, that's the way . . . You're sure a horny little tyke, baby."

"Horny because of you, Daddy."

"Come on, then. Milk yourself. Show me how obedient you can be to my wishes."

"All for you, Daddy. Here it comes!" and with that, the boy holds his hand over the end of his dick and catches his discharge while moaning like the slut he wants to be for this awesome man. A dream come true. So many times in the past he's jerked his little dick thinking of this man and his overwhelming sexual aura.

"Oh, man, it feels so good!"

"Enough talk. Put your hand to your mouth and let me hear you lick yourself up, boy, like the dirty boy you are. Get it all, even what's between your fingers. Slurp and swallow, little faggot!"

This is nothing strange for the boy. He's been eating his loads ever since he first started masturbating. The only thing different this time is that there is someone watching him do it, seeing his secret shame. But he's determined there will be no shame involved in pleasing this man he's idolized for so many years.

Mitch takes a clean handkerchief out of his pocket and hands it to the boy. "Clean yourself up now, boy, the put yourself away. That was very nice to watch."

Eddie takes care of things and then pulls his pants back up and gets himself put back together.

They drive a bit more in silence until the boy's breathing calms back down to normal.

"Now tell me the truth, Eddie. I have an 8 inch cock. I want it down your throat and up your ass when I bring you home. I want you eager to service me. I want you to be my precious little slut. And I'm going to lock up your little dick so it doesn't get in the way any more. That's what it will take for you to be my good boy."

"I want to be a good boy for you, Daddy. Please, Daddy. Use me however you want. I want to pass your test and please you, Daddy. All for you, Sir."

Mitch smiles and pats the boy on the leg. "Then take off all your clothes now while I'm driving you to my place. Get naked for me, boy, right here in the car. Show me how much you want to belong to me."

Eddie kicks of his sneakers and then reaches down to pull of his socks. He sticks them into his sneakers.

"Now the shirt, boy."

Eddie quickly pulls off his t-shirt. Mitch runs his right hand up and down the boy's torso, paying special attention to his perky nipples. "Oh, I'm going to have so much fun with those nipples, child."

"All for you, Daddy."

"Ever worn clamps or clothespins?"

"Not yet, Daddy."

Mitch chuckles. "I like the way you said that, boy: `not yet.' Because it's going to happen when I get you home. Hope you can take a little pain."

"I play with them a lot myself, daddy, and even use clothespins sometimes until I can't stand the pain."

"Ah, so you've been training yourself. That's good. I want to see how much pain you can take there, boy. Turn those perky little nipples into fiery points of pain so all I have to do is touch them and I'll get an immediate response from you, boy."

"Please, Daddy."

Mitch chuckles. "You're quite the little masochist, aren't you, boy?"

"For the right guy, Daddy. I'll cry for you, Daddy, if you dry my tears."

"Sweetheart, you've got yourself a deal. Now got those pants off all the way, faggot. Get naked for me."

Eddie does what he's told and then sits there completely naked with his legs spread offering his goods to this awesome man.

"Nice, boy. Nice. All the makings of Daddy's good little slut."

Eddie closes his eyes and smiles.

Eventually, Mitch pulls into his driveway. The garage doors open automatically and he pulls in, then has the doors shut again.

"Stay in the car until I get something for you to step on. The garage floor is dirty and I don't want you to have dirty feet, boy."

Mitch goes inside and comes back out with a large folded towel. He lays it on the ground between the passenger seat and the door into the house.

"Here you go, boy. Step out onto the towel. Just leave your clothes in the car. You won't be needing the for a while now. I want you to step into my house completely naked, owning nothing."

This turns Eddie on to no end, and as he leaves the car he is hard again. He stands on the towel and waits for Mitch's next move.

Mitch takes hold of the boy's cock and balls and uses his grip to pull him into the house.

"Welcome home, boy."

Eddie sighs deeply. The most difficult thing for him is to be leaving his phone in Mitch's car. Like most boys his age, he feels as if he phone is attached to his body. This is being more naked than he's ever been before. He's tempted to ask to retrieve his phone, but decides to wait to see what happens. "Surrender, kid," he says to himself. Never before has he been treated this way. Never before has he felt like suck a dirty little boy. He wants to touch his cock, but it's still in Mitch's hands. He realizes that it no longer belongs to him alone. Just something else to surrender.

Never before has he wanted to show this awesome man just how much he wants to serve and obey him. As he enters the house, he feels like he's just crossed the threshold into a new way of living.

. . .

No sooner than they got through the door from the garage, Eddie found himself enveloped in the best hug he's ever felt, wrapped in Daddy's arms and able to feel Daddy's strength. Mitch speaks softly in his ear. "You really are a good boy, pup," and he holds him tighter for a while.

Finally he lets go but takes one of Eddie's hands and leads him to the couch. Mitch sits down with his legs open. "Stand here between my legs, boy." There. "That's just fine, my smooth-skinned little faggot. Kneel down now, open my pants and get my cock out. Keep your eyes on mine."

Of course, this means that Eddie moves a lot more slowly having to trust mainly on touch, which forces him to explore Daddy's body for the first time. "Focus, pup!" Daddy hisses and smacks him lightly on the back of the head. That helps. Soon his pants are pretty far down and his hard cock is pointing right at the boy's chest. "So now I want to find out what your mouth and your tongue can do to make me feel good. Go at it, champ! That's right. Get to know the shape of my dick, the feel of the ridge, what it's like to clean my piss slit, what the whole tip feels like in your mouth and how hungry you are for it . . . that's right, my good boy . . . . be good for Daddy now, boy. Go down more, a little at a time. No reason to hurry. Really get to feel what it like to be just the type of faggot this Daddy wants to own. . . . . "

The minute Eddie starts to choke, he's ordered to back off then work that much of Daddy's cock into and out of his mouth, use lots of tongue. Show me how much you love Daddy's dick. Good boy. yes, good, good boy . . . . . .

Eddie gets hypnotized by the motion and gets completely lost in what he was doing—serving Daddy's cock---and he can hear the way Daddy's breath keeps changing as he tries to be the best cocksucker he can, especially for this awesome guy.

Finally, Daddy puts his hand on the boy's cheek and gently removes him from his cock. He slaps the boy's face very lightly a few times and then moves his fingers down to Eddie's mouth. He starts to press a finger into the boy's mouth and he immediately opens and works Daddy's finger just like it was a cock, and then there are two fingers, then three and Daddy is holding the boy's chin in his other hand. Yes, he is going to claim this boy. "I'm going to make you choke, just a little. I'll enjoy watching how you submit to it." and with that, his fingers explore more aggressively opening the mouth and throat as much as possible, and then, it's like they feel like some kind of stick or branch is forcing itself down his throat, . . . he begins to gag . . . . . . and then two quick chokes and Daddy takes his hand away and soothes the boy's throat for a bit.

"We'll do that more some day," says Daddy, or is it a threat? . . . .but it makes Eddie realize even more just how much he's come under Daddy's spell and how much he wants to be a good boy for Daddy, no matter what it takes. He sighs deeply and then sees Mitch smile at him with the most enticing smile he's ever seen before and he realizes that Mitch is seducing him, and that Mitch is really good at it. Then the boy realizes that he really is Daddy's boy, that Daddy owns him and trains him and loves him.

Daddy reaches down for a nipple and starts in playing with it, finding out what it could handle, really goes at it until the boy is ready to cry out. He switches to the other nipple and starts in on this one the same way. "There you go. That's a good boy . . . . . I own these fag nipples, boy. Don't I? . . . ... Eddie grits his teeth and forces out the words, "Yes, Daddy, you own them. you own all of me, Daddy." Daddy reaches down to hug the boy. "Try to make Daddy cum, boy. Make your Daddy cum. Any way you want." Eddie puts one hand over Daddy's cockhead while the other is massaging his balls and Eddie licks Daddy anywhere he can get. He takes Daddy's cock into his mouth again and starts sucking it way Daddy wanted him to do before. Daddy gets close and tells the slave to get ready. And it does. And as he shoots his load mostly into the boy's mouth he realize that he's already thinking of this boy as a slave. He's not going to say anything about that yet. Not for a little bit longer.

The pleasure of this orgasm is at an all-time high, and he realizes that thinking of this boy as his slave is a tremendous turn-on. "I am very pleased with you, boy. You are becoming a good faggot boy."

"When you say it like that, Sir, it makes me feel like I'm actually your slave."

"Is that what you want to become? You've definitely got the qualities. And you're completely obedient to every single thing I have suggested or ordered. You can still call me Daddy if you want. But yes, Eddie, I'm seeing you like my slave. My faggot slut slave."

He realizes he'd better stop talking like that until he has this slave's dick locked up. "Stay where you are. Don't move at all. I have couple things to get."

He comes back with a cage and some ice in a plastic bag. He wraps the bag with the ice over the boy's cock and then seals it at the base of the boy's cock. The boy howls but then starts to laugh. The ice does its work and eventually that cock is a tiny little thing (like a clit, but I don't like that word), and Mitch deftly manages to get the boy's dick locked in a wire cage and unable to grow at all.

"There. Much better for you, boy. Only one cock matters from now on. Understand, boy?"

"Yes, Master. Yours, Daddy." Moved, Mitch kisses the boy on the nose but then immediately reaches down to activate one of its sore nipples. "Yours, Daddy," "your slave, Master" and the boy sits back on his heels with his legs open and everything on display before his father's best friend who is taking charge of him in ways he father could never imagine. Mitch reaches over to the side table and picks something up. It's a black leather collar with hoops all around it. "A slave needs a collar around its neck to remind it that it is a piece of property," he says, as he fastens it around the pup's neck, making sure that it's not too taut. "You only wear that collar here," he says, setting the boy's mind at ease. "Only here, with me, are you a slave and I a Master." "Outside, we are Daddy and boy."

Eddie's eyes are closed and he's almost in a trance as the collar is fastened around his neck. He worries a bit if it is permanent, but then the Master explains. They remain there, not moving until Mitch says to the boy, "bow to the ground and begin licking and sucking my feet, slave."

Eddie has never done this before and he feels himself being driven through the bottom of his world and he sinks lower as he obeys the Master's command. There is no smell, and his tongue simply gets out of his mouth and leads the way, and he realizes the pleasure of being trained as a slave by a good Master. he begins to make love to the Master's feet.

One last test: "Okay, slave. Up on your feet!" Eddie stands as quickly as he can because he was still licking the Master's feet when the command was given. Its Master is looking deeply into its eyes, and with his hand he is lightly slappy both sides of the slave's face and the slave's cock is struggling in its confining cage.

Looking into the slave's eyes, the Master says, "There are some dishes in the sink. Go and get my kitchen nice and clean like a good slave." A new limit was just broken: domestic servitude. Eddie has never felt such humiliation before as he left the Master's presence to go to its chore like a good houseboy. Naked houseboy.

There wasn't much of a mess in the kitchen, so Eddie realized this was another test, and he did the best job ever to make the kitchen sparkle. The Master walked in with a strap doubled over in his hand. He probably thought he'd have to whip the slave to get any good work out of it, but he was surprised and delighted.

"Sometimes even good slave get their asses whipped, just because the Master wanted it to happen. Bend over and put your hand on your knees. Stick your ass out as far as it can go so it will give me a good target to hit." Eddie bends over, fearful, but the Master only strikes twice and the pain isn't too bad. The humiliation hits harder than the Master's strap. Could he possibly get any lower, he asks himself and then immediately realizes he can. After the Master is finished with the strap, he bends his knees and falls on to the floor with his face on the ground, whining like a whipped pup. The Master uses his foot to rearrange the slave's position. Finally it is on it back, arms and legs spread. The Master steps over so he can be between the slave's legs and then he kicks the slave in the balls a few times until the slave cries out and tries to protect itself. "No, slave. That won't do. Get back into position. Imagine I've nailed your arms and legs to the ground. This time, do not move no matter how hard I hit you." And he proceeds to kick again, about five times, hard enough that the slave really had to struggle with the last two blows.

Mitch is pleased. "Okay, pup. You can move now and comfort yourself. You did a good job. Daddy is pleased with you." Eddie gratefully takes care of himself.

"Lie there and listen to me, boy. I am pleased with you and I'm already looking forward to doing more with you another time. I'm going to take off the collar and then you can get in the car and I'll drive you home. Get dressed in the car. I'll let you know when I want you again. In the meantime, go be a faggot slut. Learn from all the Doms. I'm not taking the cage off. Eventually you'll have to come back to beg me to give you relief. You're free as a faggot sub. You don't get to cum. Get your pleasure from obedience and humiliation. That's what you're made for. I tried to convince your father to lock up your dick the first time he caught you jerking off. He thought he could get in trouble for child abuse. He probably was right. So anyway, Eddie, you are long overdue to lose the right to cum. Get used to it."

Eddie sits up, almost as if he's just been awakened from a dream. "So that's it? You bring me home until you want me again. In the meantime I should keep pleasing men until you beckon." "Correct." "But I can come to you if I need to beg to have the cage taken off for a while?" "Correct, but if you do you will be bound arms and legs so you can't touch yourself." Eddie gets a `hit' from this. "Yes, Master."

Mitch helps the boy up off the ground. "Give Daddy a nice hug," he says, and Eddie switches gears and practically jumps into his arms kissing his neck. And they stay there holding each other for a good long time.

"Okay, that's enough," says Mitch. "Get in the car, faggot and I'll drive you home. Or to any street corner you want." That makes Eddie blush as he gets into the car and quickly tries to cover his body again, realizing that when he puts his t-shirt on, he realizes how sore his nipples are. "You're a good boy," Mitch says on the way, not including the fact that he'll be giving the boy's father a full report. Leon, the father, knew this day would come for the boy and he is quite happy that his dear friend Mitch is enthusiastically willing to take the boy under his wing and guide his development. They agreed immediately that neither of them would let the boy know this until things reach point where they want him to know.

Things are no always the way they seem.

And, by the way, Eddie asks to be dropped off several blocks away from his place. He needs to walk to clear his head, and to begin to process what had happened since this afternoon.

So now that you're in on the secret, too. Just don't give it away.

END OF CHAPTER ONE

This story has 26 rather long chapters. The next one will be posted after I get emails from five readers. subkodak25@gmail.com

ROB

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Tommy Loves His Sub

Sweet Subjugation (collection of 5 stories)

The Alex Chronicles