A Tale of Two Subs

Chapter 11. Naked.

Duke said nothing about what had happened at the meeting with the financial "Dom" yesterday. Luke thought it was not his place to ask. All in all, his experience yesterday was far more humiliating than he had expected. It wasn't because he had to lay his finances bare; it was because he had to allow the man to view his nakedness and be further humiliated when this superior man made fun of what he called his "boicock."

This week Duke decided it was time for the boi to get whipped to see it he still wanted to continue after he experienced what it was like. He usually wouldn't do anything like this until a sub was well-trained and had settled into its identity, but He was pushing things with Luke because he wanted to make sure he wasn't wasting his time.

Once again he began by working with the potential slave's mind:

"Remember what we spoke about last time, that you deserved to be punished for many things in your life but got away with them all. That should help you realize that you will always need to be punished, and as a faggot submissive, the need is even greater just because you have such perverted desires. I'm not sugar-coating anything, Luke. I'm taking you right into the experience. Luke, you deserve to be punished, don't you? Let me hear you admit it. Tell me that you deserve to be punished."

Luke hesitates a bit, then stammers out the words ". . IIIII ddddeserve to bbbbbbbbbbbbe punished."

"Say it louder with more conviction, boi. Say it like you mean it. If you can't then you can just go right home. I'm done with you."

Luke says it better. "I deserve to be punished."

"That's acceptable. Now ask me to punish you."

"Sir, pppplease punish me."

"Again"

"Sir, please punish me." Luke hangs his head low. By the way, Duke was inspired by something he had read about recently and decided he would deal with this boi the same way: He made him take a shower and then come crawling to him still dripping wet.

Much to the boi's dismay, Duke was holding a long red whip, not too thick, but it still looked pretty vicious. He began to whip the boi's body and it only took two lashes before Luke cried out and began moving around trying to save himself from the whip's sting. This, of course, made it even worse because Duke just kept landing the whip indiscriminately.

Its tip licked the boi's balls eliciting the most anguished scream of the evening. Long thin red lines began appearing haphazardly across the boi's back, ass, thighs, chest, balls, arms, groin, even on got him in the foot.

Amid the outcries and begging, "Please . . . .mercy. . . please no more. . . I'm sorry. . . " words like these kept escaping the boi's mouth unconnected to any real thought. "Your entire body will remember this whipping for days to come. Let the marks and welts and cuts help you understand that you will frequently have to feel the pain of whips and floggers, canes, and paddles, just because a Master or Dom wants to watch how you behave under a barrage of punishment. So many things, Luke, have escaped punishment in your life. Now they will all be addressed and for all of them you will feel the pain that all subs feel when their Masters decide they merit punishment or further degradation."

Luke is lying there, panting, hiccupping from all the sobbing. Duke goes into the kitchen leaving the boi lying there and comes out with a can of beer. He sits back drinking his beer, and observes the boi in its humiliation and pain, listening to its moans, whimpers and sighs and noting the gradual changes in its ability to breathe.

"Jerk off," Duke orders and Luke quickly responds. Duke wants him to make the connections between sexual pleasure and corporal discipline. It seems to be going well until suddenly Luke stands and kicks the boi's hand off its dick. "that's enough!" Luke lets out his greatest whining outcry.

"Get used to not cumming. Soon you'll be unable to cum. Soon, faggot, soon. Start denying that little dick any pleasure unless I order it. From now on you may not ask permission to touch yourself. From now on. I will tell you when you may or send other men to who will watch you stroke yourself like a horny teenager but who will also control just how far you can go. Get used to not cumming. Get used to what it feels like to have another take total control of that little boicock. Now crawl up here and suck my cock before I send you home."

Duke opened his pants and freed his hard cock. As soon as Luke could see it he quickly threw himself upon it and tried to swallow it whole right from the beginning. This didn't work out well at all, and a sharp blow from Duke's riding crop put an end to that.

"Don't vandalize the fucking thing, faggot: make love to it. Make sweet love to the man who whipped you tonight because you deserve It. I whipped you because you deserve to be punished, and just because I wanted to. Show me how grateful you are to taste the sting of My whip."

As Luke worships Duke's cock he feel as if he is taking all the pain in his body and giving it back to Duke as pleasure. The pain he's suffering is motivating him to serve Duke with all he is and with all he wants to be. Duke holds the boi by its hair, the better to guide the motion of its mouth over his cock.

The only reason Duke doesn't call Luke his slave is because he doesn't plan to turn these training sessions into something more permanent. As far as Duke is concerned, a boi isn't a slave until it's owned full-time by a Master. Duke does have plans for the boi's life but it isn't time to reveal them yet. A lot more has to be done to the boi before He claims more of the boi's life. Nonetheless, Duke plans to lock up the boi's dick in a cage next week.

"I want you to post a profile again. Let it read `submissive painpig cocksucker needs to serve superior men at its apartment. obedient. swallows. phone number upon request.' Get it up tonight before you go to sleep. Use the email address I gave you so I can monitor the responses myself and decide who to give you to."

Luke decides it would be imprudent to correct the Dom's grammar, so he simply nods assents as he gets dressed. Putting clothing over his whipped body initiates a new dimension of pain, and there are tears spilling down his cheeks as he pulls up his pants. Duke watches the boi's discomfort and takes sadistic pleasure in it.

Right before Luke leaves, Duke hands him a fresh tube of Neosporin. "Put this everywhere you're marked or cut. You may jerk off whenever you want this week. Eat your cum afterwards. You do not need permission. These will be your last opportunities for you to handle your little dick. Next week I'll be locking it up for good. Keep that in mind if you dare come back here again, boi. Oh, and one more thing: don't you dare think of calling in sick at work tomorrow. Get your ass to work. Get used to it. Slaves are often sent to work right after they get whipped. And not just sexual things. Hard labor as well."

It hurts to do anything. As he manages to get seated in his car and drive home, Luke gives careful thought to whether or not he will go back there again. Nonetheless he posts what he was ordered to post, but he changes the email address to one of his own that Duke doesn't know about. If he really decides not to go back to Duke, he'll still need to find his rightful place at the feet of another Dom. When Duke whipped him this afternoon, he realized for sure that he was meant to be a slave.

As much as that whipping hurt him, humiliated him, and made him scream, it also touched something deep inside him, the part of him that needed this to happen, the part of him that was driving him to seek a full-time Master who would take over his life and turn him into a 24/7 live-in slave. . . .

Speaking of which . . .

Barry will become Uncle Anthony's slave; now his dreams will come true, hopefully sooner rather than later. Could he be patient through all of this? Could he take to heart what his uncle told him? Could he stop anticipating and simply surrender to whatever would happen without wanting some measure of control? His uncle's words kept running through his mind: "You may not direct this from the bottom."

He realized that the few bdsm encounters he had been involved in were frustrating because he wanted the Dom to be what he thought he needed rather than wanting to be the kind of sub the Dom needed. Already, he realized, "Kent" had taken control. Already, he realized, Kent made him realize that He was an expert at subjugation. Already, he realized, he'd been exquisitely humiliated, forced to strip his feet bare while Kent observed, forced to raise his feet in the air and wiggle his toes, and that tiny simple action turned him on more than he'd ever been turned on before. Already, he realized, Kent had started training him.

He'd never tasted his own cum before. He was hard as a rock but afraid to take down his pants and stroke himself, afraid he wouldn't be able to do what Kent had ordered him to do after his orgasm. "Here we go," he said to himself. "Kent ordered me to do something that I've always thought is gross—eat my own jizz. He's changed my name—and his—and helped me understand that he expects me to help him become my Dom by observing a complete separation between our `normal' lives and our D/s lives. He showed me what has to happen, how our lives would have to change. He showed me that he's completely in charge and that's the way it always will be. And damn! He made me wiggle my toes in the air. That was more humiliating than being stripped naked."

Or so he thought. Nonetheless, he was somewhat fearful of the fact that eventually, his uncle would demand to see him naked. That would be tough at first. He decided he would practice being naked as much as possible to prepare for the eventual "unveiling" in front of his uncle. "Damn! Stop!" He said to himself. "Stop thinking of him as Uncle Anthony!" And so he stripped himself naked and knelt down on the floor the way Kent had made him do.

Spreading his legs, he jerked himself off slowly, trying to think up what it will be like not only to be naked in front of Kent, but also to be over his knee getting spanked, something he had fantasized about during many masturbation sessions.

Now that it was going to happen for real was all it took to get him to shoot his load all over his hand.

He closed his eyes and waited for his breath to calm down. He imagined Kent was standing there watching him lick up his own cum. "1, 2, 3!" he said out loud and quickly put his hand over his mouth and started sucking and licking up his load, thinking to himself that already Uncle Anthony had made him act like a pig. Sure, he'd swallowed everything when he gave blow jobs to other Doms, but for some reason eating his own seemed to be the most humiliating thing he ever had to do.

"You want this, you really want to be his," he reminded himself as at last he sucked his jizz off his fingers and even licked between them. Then he got up and ran into the bathroom to brush his teeth. He'd obeyed his Dom—or Dom-to-be even though he could have gotten away just lying about it, but he realized that would be a very bad way to get this new relationship off the ground. "Just do what He tells you to do," he told himself.

That night he slept naked for the first time. It felt really nice. Too bad he never thought of doing it before. He marveled at how much his life had already changed, just after spending a little bit of time submitting to Kent's commands. It felt right. And shortly before he fell asleep, he thought about how clever it was of Kent to change their names, even if his name, unfortunately, was "brat."

Just wait until his other subbie friends found out about this! They'll be happy for him, he hoped, and not make fun of him. Tomorrow, maybe, he'll make a few phone calls to tell the news to Andy and Oscar. And Luke, he added, and maybe even timmy, but he wasn't sure whether or not timmy was allowed to receive phone calls. Jonah seems like a demanding Master. Finally, he fell asleep.

He didn't expect to hear from Uncle Anthony um, Kent, because he knew he would be at work. But Kent called him at 10 am. "From now on you'll be taking care of my laundry. You know where I keep it. Also strip my bed and wash those sheets as well. You know where I keep clean sheets, so make my bed as well."

"Yes, Sir," answers brat, already getting hard at the idea that he's going to used as a houseboy.

"One other thing: I won't be around, so work naked like a real slaveboy."

"What if someone comes to the door, Sir?"

"Whoever it is will get a look at a naked 19-year-old boy. Get used to being ashamed. We'll talk about it when I get home later." And with that, Kent hangs up. brat is already naked, so he just goes upstairs to get started on his chores, feeling like a "real slaveboy," and really happy that he'll be doing things to take care of Kent. Turned on, as well, that Kent didn't hesitated to order him around. No "please." Just an order.

He wonders if Kent will finally want to see him naked tonight. He's seen brat's ass when he took care of him after he got caned, and he can see it now as well, but he knows Kent has never had a chance to enjoy looking at his front. "Don't anticipate, boy," he reminds himself.

He starts the laundry, but then before stripping the bed, he slides into it, rubbing his naked body up against where his uncle Kent had slept last night. Soon, he hopes, he'll be sleeping there too, maybe after he gave Kent a blow job. He buried his face in Kent's pillow, sniffing his smell, reveling in it, yearning to smell his body right up closely, maybe even sniffing his arm pits. One of the Doms he'd been with had made him sniff and lick his armpits. They didn't stink too badly; the smell was intoxicating, and when the Dom held the back of his head and pushed him so deeply into his pit he had trouble breathing. He got annoyed at the Dom, but he knows he wouldn't ever get annoyed at Kent if Kent prevented him from breathing some time.

He decides to call Andy. He rushes downstairs to get his phone, then comes back up and gets into the bed again. Kent's bed. When Andy answers, he blurts out right away: "Guess what? It's finally happened. He started training me last night."

"Uncle Anthony?"

"Yes!!!"

"Hey, that's awesome. Congrats. Tell me all about it."

"Not much to tell yet but it's a big step for him."

"I know. You told me how he told you it would never happen."

"He did, but now that Dad's passed away, he's giving it a try. He says we have to separate ourselves from the Uncle/nephew relationship. He gave us both new names. He's Kent and I'm brat. Just brat."

"Shit, girl, that's a perfect name for you. You've always been a brat."

"And you've been a slut. Maybe some Dom will give you that name." brat giggles.

"So what else happened? Did you finally get to see his cock?"

"not yet. He had me take off my shirt, kneel before him, then—this was really weird—he had me take off my socks, hold my feet in the air, and let him watch me wiggle my toes."

"fuck, no! That is weird. Never heard of it before. But it did let him make you do whatever he wanted, even if it was silly."

"you know! But—and this was also weird—it turned me on. It made me feel like I was in a slave market and he was checking out my body everywhere before deciding whether or not he wanted to buy me."

"yes, dude, weird. Anything else happen?"

"Just talk about breaking with the past. Stuff like that. Oh, and he also ordered me to eat my cum whenever I jerk off for now on."

"Gross! Did you do it?"

"Yeah. Finally forced myself before I fell asleep. And then, now this will really blow your mind: He called this morning and ordered me to do his laundry and change his bed. Naked. He told me I had to do it naked."

"A naked houseboy! Shit, girl, you could make a fortune pimping yourself out like that!" Andy laughs his head off. "But what if someone comes to the door?"

"I should answer it still naked and give whoever it is a chance to look at a naked 19-year-old."

"Shit! So if I come over there right now, you'll answer naked for me."

"Don't you fucking dare! Not that it's like you've never seen me naked. We've showeed together in the locker room all through high school. But still, I'd be embarrassed."

"Don't worry, honey, I'm not gonna go all the way over there to see your bare dick. So what are you doing now?"

"I put in a load of laundry and went to strip his bed but right now I'm actually in his bed, rubbing my naked body in the sheets he slept in last night. And sniffing his pillow!"

"You are truly a sick pup! But that's hot, getting his smell like that. Especially since you've had the hots for him since ninth grade. You always talked about it. Even before you knew he was a Dom."

"Even before I knew I was a sub. But now I'm gonna be his sub! Dream come true!"

"I'm happy for you, girl. Really happy. Now go do your chores, houseboy!"

"I will. Talk soon, Andy." Call disconnected.

brat finally gets out of Andy's bed, strips it and makes it with clean sheets he hopes he'll be lying in real soon.

He's just putting in a second load of wash when the doorbell rings. Shit! This is gonna suck.

He goes to the door and sees a man standing outside. Taking a deep breath, he opens the door, blushing like crazy. "Good boy," the man says to him. "Naked just like Tony told you to be. Cute too."

brat realizes this guy is one of his uncles' um, Kent's friends. "He sent me here to check on you, not to spy, but to make sure you were okay. Let me in, boy," he says. "I'm Jack and you're gonna suck my cock." He looks around and finds a place to sit. He drops his pants before he sits down. "Get over here, faggot. Let me find out how good you can suck a dick."

brat never expected something like this to happen. Holy shit! And this guy is pretty hot, about Kent's age, bright red hair on his head and down below. The reddish pubes are a real turn-on. So is the size of the guy's dick. He goes and kneels before him.

"Take off my shoes and my pants so I can spread my legs for you," orders Jack, and brat does what he says. There are freckles on his pale thighs, and light red hairs. Jack spreads his legs wide. "Start by licking my balls, faggot."

brat finds it strange that some Doms call him faggot even though they're fags themselves. And they say it in a mean voice. It makes him feel like they might be straight but like to take advantages of a submissive faggot's lust for men. "Faggot, faggot, faggot," he says to himself. "that's what I am. A boy who craves the D." There are red hairs on Jack's balls too. Makes them seem really tasty to him and he buries his face in Jack's crotch as he tongues the guy's balls then toys with them in his mouth one at a time. Jack has big balls, the biggest he's ever seen up close before.

"that's it, kid, get into it. Eat my ginger junk good. All around." Jack sits back and groans in his pleasure until at last he says, "get my cock in your cocksucking mouth, slaveboy. Make it feel real good. Lots of tongue," and he puts his hands behind his neck and scoots down further making it easier for brat to get his mouth over its tip. "tongue me good there, faggot. Tongue my slit as well. Get my pre-cum into your mouth. Start tasting a sample of my load."

And so on. If you'd like, you can take a break from reading for a while, sit back and imagine what would be happening between now and the time when Jack tells brat to "learn the taste of my cum, faggot. Roll it around in your mouth before you let it slide down your cocksucking throat. Then lick me nice and clean. suck any remaining drops out of my piss-slit. Clean it good."

brat finishes and sits back. "Help me on with my pants like a good boy, brat." . . . then the shoes . . . then when Jack stands up brat tries to stand as well but Jack puts his hand on the boy's head and pushes it down. "Stay down there where you belong, slut, with my cum in your tummy. I'll let Tony know you took care of me well although you really do have a lot to learn. Stay, boy. I'll show myself out."

brat hears the buzzer on the dryer. He gets up and goes to take care of things, feeling thoroughly humiliated that Kent actually sent someone here for him to suck off and report on his ability. But damn, it was hot, all that red hair everywhere, and Jack was really hot the way he talked to him. So he continues his work, bringing a basket of full clothes up and dumping it on the freshly-made bed.

He plays some music on his phone while he folds the warm clothing, holding some of it up against his bare flesh. Meanwhile, that whole episode with the unexpected caller goes into his spank bank for later. When he gets hungry he makes himself a pp&j sandwich. He knows his way around the kitchen; Kent taught him how to cook there.

Kent left a recipe for things to go into the crock pot, so he takes care of that. There will be a lot of food; he hopes they can eat together. Damn, he's impatient for things to develop; he has to hold back with the fantasies about it so he can just be open to what happens, to what Kent decides will happen at the time he chooses.

It's not all that pleasing to realize that he has absolutely no control over what will be happening to him. Something he'll just have to get used to, he guesses. He hopes.

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