IX.
It works
! Around lunch time he gets a text from Taylor. "I'll pick you up at 8 pm to continue working with you. Please be waiting in front of your house, bare-chested and in your bare feet."
"At least he said `please'," Eddie thinks to himself wistfully, trying to put a limit at how excited he is. Excited and a little frightened, as he should be. Once he reaches the point where he can simply surrender himself in trust to this wonderful man, there will be no more fear. At least that's what he thinks. As he's standing outside the house about five minutes early, he keeps reminding himself that Taylor will take good care of him. He also begins to wonder what it will take from him for Taylor to decide to keep him on a permanent basis as his slave. All he can do is do his best and hope for the best.
And, like Taylor has told him before, maybe it won't be Taylor who eventually owns him. But if it isn't, he can't possibly imagine what the new Master will be like. A car pulls up to the house. Eddie gets out of his head and focusses all his attention at the sight of Taylor getting out of the car and holding the door open and helping him to step up and then locking his collar to the back of the seat so the slave has no option but to sit upright no matter what might happen.
Taylor fastens his seatbelt and then locks both his wrists to the collar, leaving the slave very open and very vulnerable. "You look so cute sitting there right that, offering all control to me," says Taylor who then kisses him on the top of his head, shuts the door, and goes around to get seated himself. It's only then that Eddie notices that the windows are tinted so no one will see him in this bound position.
As soon as Taylor gets himself seated, he leans over, opens Eddie's shorts and rips them off him. Then he uses straps to fasten each of his legs as far apart as they can be. "There, boy. Now all you have to do is concentrate on what I want you to have, to suck up and swallow any pain I wish you to have. Don't forget: I'm going to do whatever I want to you, to show you what you are and how you're meant to be owned by a true sadist."
Wow! That surely shocked the hell out of this bound boy! He used the "o" word! Eddie breathes deeply and tries to relax all his tense places. Right away the Master is going to take over the slave's balls. He attaches some kind of device to it—Eddie can't see because he can't look down that far. Taylor turns on the device and it begins to lightly "punch" the slave in its balls.
"That will get you started while I'm driving," he says in a gentle voice, "give yourself to me tonight, boy, and I'll give you your name." He backs away from the house and begins driving to wherever he's going.
With one hand, Taylor takes a wide strip of leather from the front seat and starts using it on the boy's inner thighs, and when he has to stop at a traffic light, he peppers the boy's flesh with blows from the strap and he urges the slave. "That's right, boy. Take what your Master wants you to have. Surrender to the pain. Be my good boy."
The intensity of the thing on his balls increases and now it feels as if he is actually punched, again and again, at irregular intervals so he never knows when a blow is coming. Eddie begins to cry out but tries to hold it in.
"What have I told you about making noise? Haven't you learned yet? I don't want you holding back. I want to hear your pain in your cries. Don't deprive me of that pleasure, faggot. That's why I have you here."
The word "faggot" is heard as slap in the face. The word bullies have used for most of his life. And now Master Taylor reduces him to that state. Right down there with the word "slave." Maybe even worse. Taylor is busy driving on the interstate right now and doesn't tend to anything with the slave until he finally pulls off the highway and makes his way into town and to his building. He enters the underground garage and takes his spot. He keeps the motor running while releasing his seat belt and leaning over to give Eddie a full-mouthed kiss and explores his mouth with his tongue before salivating for the slave to suck from him. As he kisses the boy, he reaches down and turns off the vibrator and removes it from the boy's balls.
"I've decided to name you, boy. Not a full name, though. Just a single letter will be enough for now. The letter T, which stands for "Taylor's Faggot" I'll let some guys know what it stands for. To other's it's just a single letter. Some might think it refers to the favorite English drink, tea as in tea-time. So tell me, boy, what is your name?"
"the name is T, Sir."
"And what does it stand for, boy?"
"Taylor's faggot," Sir.
"that's right. Nothing but a faggot. Some day, maybe, it will mean "Taylor's Faggot Slave."
Eddies' eyes get wide and he takes a deep breath. "Please, Master." Taylor runs his hands down the boy's torso, tweaking the nipples and pulling a bit on any hair there is. He begins slapping the boy right above its cage. Slapping up and down, both sides, and some of the slaps turning into light punches.
"All of you, T, I want to own all of you." He sticks two fingers in the boy's mouth and begins to explore it, reaching deeply inside almost to the gag spot. Then three fingers, and they are fucking the slave's mouth and making it gag, his other hand reaches for the slave's balls and holds them tightly, continually increasing the pressure and it forces the slave to open its mouth and throat even more and Taylor's fingers reach as far down as they can until the boy brings up phlegm. Taylor takes the phlegm and rubs it all down the front of the boy's body.
"Okay, let's get you upstairs now." He unlatches everything and then goes to help the boy get out. Parts of its shorts are still wrapped around the slave's body, but Taylor makes short work of stripping all of it off and makes the slave hold it in its mouth as they get into the elevator and it begins its rapid ascent.
"Kneel," says the Master. "Always enter my home crawling, T. Not worthy to walk upright like a man. You are less, slave. Always less." This kind of talk is like a drug to the slave. The farther down he pushes the slave, the higher it gets. Go figure.
The doors open. Taylor goes inside. The slave follows, crawling. Taylor goes into the kitchen, takes a bowl and fills it with water then places it on the floor in one of the corners. "Go drink," he commands, and Eddie loses his mind and focuses on obeying commands, nothing else. Taylor fixes himself a cup of coffee. "Are you a coffee-drinker, slave?" he asks the boy. "Not much, Master. One in the morning sometimes." "Good to know. We'll keep it limited to that when you're here. I drink a lot of coffee. You'll learn how to fix it for me when you're here."
"follow," says Taylor as he leave the kitchen with his cup in hand and goes into the bedroom. He sits in his chair. "Take off my shoes and socks," he says, and T immediately does as it's been told. "Now work on those feet with your mouth and tongue. Suck the toes. Lick off all the sweat. Show me how much you need to become a slave. That's right, T. Just like that. Think about how low you are. Make love to them, slave, just like they're just other cocks for you to give pleasure to."
T takes over and our guy becomes a total slave for a wonderful space of time. Nothing matters except the Master's feet and the sounds the Master makes to show how much pleasure he's getting from the slave's ministrations. T's mind wants to ask how long this is going to last for, but T overrides it and refuses to think of that. T is ready to spend the rest of its life down there kissing and sucking the Mater's feet if that is what the Master wants of it.
"Stop now. Just grovel while I get more comfortable." The slave backs off and lowers its head to the ground and rests it in its hands the way it was taught. Taylor takes off his shirt and pants and drops them on the floor. "Hang up the pants; put the shirt in the laundry. You may stand." It's hard to get up after being down for so long, and T thinks it feels strange to be standing when the Master is sitting, but it's been given something to do. It picks up the pants and hangs them on the hanger provided then immediately falls back to the floor, picks up the shirt and crawls over to where the Master keeps his dirty laundry.
"You will stand when it is necessary to complete a task you have been given or in some social situations. Otherwise, your normal position is down on the ground where you are. That's where I like to see you, T, glad that you understand why you stay down for me. Soon it will begin to bring you pleasure."
"It is already, Master. Your slave figures that this is where it belongs when in your presence. Your slave constantly feels awed by you, Master."
"That is good, slave. And now I think it best that I add some pain to the pleasure you feel being down on the ground for me. I'm going to whip you, T." With that, Taylor goes into his closet and brings out a long whip, not too thick, with a stinger on the end of it. It comes back to the groveling slaveboy and begins whipping it, with no care as to where the end of the whip lays on the slave's body. The lashes are not severely painful, but the accumulative experience of being lashed by it gets to the slave who begins to whimper and move around trying to avoid its bite, even turning on its back. Still the Master whips the slave and before long the slave is crying. The Master drops the whip and goes to the slave and wipes its tears with his hands and then has it lick the tears from the Master's hands.
"Yes, boy, you are my faggot slave and that is why I whip you, not to punish you but to impress on you what you are in my eyes. And you are precious to me, T. You please me very much and I am proud of the progress you are making."
Taylor lies down on the bed and tells T, "Come up here, slaveboy. I want to hold you now." Eddie is very close to weeping again, this time from happiness because of the way Taylor is treating him and speaking to him, and now to lie in his hero's arms? All the whipping in the world is worth it to be in Taylor's arms. Quickly the slave finds the way to its Master and quickly the slave feels how much it is cherished and even loved, and the joy of the moment is mixed in with the pain from the whipping and Eddie wishes he could just stay here in Taylor's embrace forever. And they do stay like that for a good long time. Finally, Taylor sits up a little and has the slave flat on its back. He's holding the slave's wrists together up over its head with one hand while his other hand begins exploring the slaves nipples to find out how sore they might be. He is gentle at first, carefully watching the look in the slave's face as he increases the pressure until he knows he is making an impression.
"Mine," he says as he moves his fingers to the other nipple and does the same with it until the boy is trying to tear his hands out of the Master's grip to protect himself. Taylor stops toying with the nipples. "Mine," he says again. He lets go of T's wrists and its hands drop.
"Tell me, T," he asks, "does your Master always need to have your hands bound when he want to enjoy your nipples? Or can you surrender them without being bound? What do you think, slave?"
Eddie knows that what he says next is going to mean a lot. He also knows that he is going to be inviting even more pain and will have to force himself to surrender until his safe word. "Those nipples belong to you, Master. Your slave offers them to you while it is unbound." Taylor smiles and then spits in T's face as one of his hands goes to a nipple and begins to torture it again and the slave screams out loud but doesn't move at all. "mine," says the Master as he goes to claim the other nipple as his own. Again the slave screams but the Master continues until finally the slave has to use its safeword and even then, with some fear only calls out "yellow!" letting the Master know that he still has the control. Taylor decides to stop. Then he leans forward and kisses each nipple and says "Mine" once again. "Get down off the bed, T. Crawl into the bathroom and kneel up in the tub." Eddie knows what this means. He is determined to be able to please Taylor this way no matter how difficult it is. He wants to belong to Taylor, not to anyone else. Never before has he ever felt this way and the feeling is more certain than anything he has felt before. Taylor walks into the bathroom. T watches its Master.
"It's time to begin training you to be what I want you to be. Tonight you will take one mouthful of my piss and hold it in your mouth to learn its taste. Then you will swallow my piss when I give the word. For the first time you will swallow your Master's piss, just like all good slaveboys do. Now wrap your lips around the tip of my cock but do not apply any pressure or touch it with your tongue. Just get into position and wait for me to piss in your mouth for the very first time."
Here it is. Eddie is amazed at how easily he is able to obey Taylor's command despite what it will mean. And then he waits. it takes a while and the longer he has to wait, the more he wants Taylor to give him his piss. It happens. "Taste it well, slave." For a bit he thinks he might gag but he calms down and does exactly what Taylor told him to do: he learns its taste. A little salty, not too bitter, and a strange taste as well. He has no idea how long he remains that way because he really goes into a slight trance kneeling there holding his Master's piss in his mouth until suddenly, he hears the words, "Swallow my piss, slave." And he does. And gulps. The Master reaches out and touches the side of T's face gently and then begins patting it until finally he is slapping it on both sides, harder and harder until he sees tears fly from T's eyes.
"Open your mouth, slave, and I'll give you something to wash down my piss." T opens its mouth and Taylor spits into it several times and then with his hand under the slave's chin, forces the slave to close its mouth.
And then Taylor begins pissing again with a very powerful flow and he sprays it over the slave and in its hair, and at one point the slave opens its mouth and leans forward trying to catch some more it with his mouth, but the Master stops him. "Eager for it now, eh, faggot. Good. Keep thinking about it, about what a gift from me that is, about what it means about you. I want you to get to the point where you begin to beg for it. Then you'll know that I own you completely. And you know I always keep my promises, dear child."
Eddie closes his eyes and Taylor allows him time to soak up everything Taylor just told him. Finally, Taylor says to him, "Take a warm shower, brush your teeth and use mouthwash, then crawl back to my bed. I want to fuck you before we go to sleep."
He ends up in an unusual position. Taylor made the slave lie on its side and he lay behind it the same way and entered him like that, causing the slave to raise its right thigh as high as possible and Taylor conquered new territory within its back channel. Meanwhile the Master has almost twisted the slave's torso so that they could kiss and Taylor could dribble saliva into its face. When he got to the place where he wanted to fuck hard and fast, the Master grabbed the slave's cage so he could pull the slave's body into his groin,. Once he had spewed into the boy's body, he lay quietly until nature brought an end of things. Then he sent the slave back into the bathroom to clean itself out again.
When an exhausted Eddie finally crawls back into the bedroom, Taylor is sleeping. T made a bold move and took it upon itself to decide to crawl back into the Master's arms. Good move. Taylor grabbed part of its body and took to himself. His touch and his kisses helped soothe the sore spots that still remained. The slave is happy that it's sore. These are all part of what it means to be Taylor's sub and, hopefully some day, full-term slave. It falls asleep with that prayer on its mind. Thanks for all the great emails and your encouragement, fellow subs and esteemed Masters.
THE END OF CHAPTER NINE
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