A Tale of Two Subs

Chapter 22. Waking Subs Up

The next morning after Patrick takes his shower he goes back to the bed. He's allowed aleff to hit the snooze button a couple times but now he wants the boi awake. "So I'll tell you what I want you to have for your breakfast, boi."

"What's that, Sir?"

"My ass. Show me how well you learned to improve your technique. Get back there, slave! Eat your Master's ass. Make love to my hole."

Patrick gets on his knees, lands his head back on the pillow and keeps his ass up. aleff, eager to earn praise from his Master, dives right in and does everything that Tony had shown him feels so good. It was easy, doing this for Patrick. Patrick was shower-fresh and the delicious scent of the soap he used made the task a real treat. Patrick's gasps and moans were the slave's reward.

aleff had benefitted from the time he was under Tony's control. It helped him understand how different it would be away from Patrick, even with a Master who was as talented as Tony at helping a nervous slave relax into the experience of serving him. But then Tony got mean. Horribly mean. No, Tony wasn't Patrick.

aleff was careful to be completely obedient to Tony because he was afraid of whatever punishment would be waiting for him if he weren't, but at the same time he realized that it wasn't enough to make him want to be his slave, no matter what. If he had been free and unowned by anyone, he knows he would have walked away from the entire thing the minute Tony told him he wanted him stinking of his piss before he'd let the sub suck his cock. That wasn't the end of it, either.

Tony got into the tub with him, standing in the piss that had washed off the slave's body, then stepped out again and held up on dripping foot. "Lick this foot clean, faggot." aleff tried to wipe the foot dry with his hand and was rewarded with a vicious slap to the face, with Tony's piss-covered foot.

"Fucking lick the foot clean, faggot, or you'll spend the rest of the day in this tub rolling around in my cold piss." aleff was weeping when at last he took Tony's toes in his mouth and tentatively tried to lick them clean. "Get the bottom of that foot, you queer pig!" Tony shouted. It turns out that as good as he was at baby talking the slave, he was equally talented at demeaning it more thoroughly than it ever could have imagined. aleff licked the piss from the bottom of Tony's foot, almost retching. "Go ahead, faggot. Puke all over yourself. Then you'll definitely spend the rest of the morning rolling in the puke and the piss!

For some reason, Tony decided to take pity on the boi when he realized how miserable it was and he did not make aleff clean his other foot as well. "Take a shower. Get all the smell off you. Then brush your teeth. Then crawl into the bedroom and suck my dick some more." With that Tony left the bathroom, giving aleff the privacy he needed so he could sob out his total agony, praying that Patrick would get home soon.

No. This kind of slavery was not anything that aleff would ever want to live out. He's been through a lot the past year, but nothing hit as painfully than seeing the gentle, sweet-talking Tony suddenly turn into a tyrant too awful even for nightmares. What the fuck ever happened to safe, sane and consensual? No. If Patrick doesn't decide to keep him and care for him, he doesn't think he'd ever seek another Master, or Dom. Maybe he'd become a monk instead.

All this being said, you, sensitive reader, will fully understand how wonderful if felt for aleff to be able to bury his face in Patrick's sweet smelling ass and hear his moaning and soak up the Master's praises after everything that had happened today. When Patrick had been thoroughly satisfied by the slave's service he sent it into the bathroom to brush its teeth.

Patrick came in a little while later with a bottle of Baby Oil. "Hands on head, boi," he ordered. "Your armpits look so pretty without all that ugly hair. Just like a ten-year-old." He poured some Baby Oil on his fingers and then oiled up each armpit, playing with aleff when he giggled from the contact. "Keep those hands on your head, boi," he warned. "Now spread your legs nice and wide."

And so Patrick gently oiled up every part of the boi's body that had been shaved, including its asshole from which a few hairs had been scraped away. aleff was delighted and hoped this was going to set the tone for the rest of the evening. Guess again. Patrick went back into the bedroom, bidding aleff to follow. He picked up the phone and put in an order for Chinese food, never asking the slave what its preferences were. "Go and stand by the front door," he told aleff. When they both got there he had aleff kneel facing the door, holding both arms out to the sides. This again!

"Stay there like that until the food comes then answer the door and take the food. I paid when I made the order. If I see those arms drop you'll be holding them out there while I eat my dinner and I'll leave you there until you fall asleep and fall on the floor. I'm dead serious about this. I don't care how much it hurts. It won't hurt nearly as much as it will if I call up Duke and invite him to some here to work you over again." Uh oh. Patrick is getting pretty mean all of a sudden as well. What the fuck is going on? Something must be in the air.

Patrick relaxes on the couch. "I saw a slaveboy just about your age who got his ass whipped with its Master's strap so badly that parts of its ass was purple and there were welts on this sides of its legs. Just last night. Do you know what the slave told me?"

aleff doesn't know if he's supposed to answer or not. Lightly, he says, "what?"

"You don't' need to answer me, boi. This isn't time for conversation. This is time for me to speak and for you to learn more about what it means to be a slave. What it means to be my slave. So, back to my buddy's slave: It's name is aaron. aaron is in awe of its Master. There it was, on its knees, its ass bright red and purple, still aching with fiery pain, its head in its Master's lap, and while it was there like that, it reached out its arms to put around the Master's waist and it hugged him. That confused me. At one end of the boi's body it was obviously in love while on the other end it had been thrashed out of its mind. How could the two exist at the same time? Think about that.

"Think about it a lot. I asked the boi how it was feeling and the boi told me he was feeling awesome and even though the beating hurt more than anything it had ever felt in its life, and even though it even got angry at its Master for beating it so badly, today the slave feels really good about it and is grateful the Master had taught it an important lesson: that a good Master takes his slave as far as it can go as a way of caring for it and ultimately loving it in the way a slave needs to be loved. Think about that too.

"Think about it as you kneel naked there struggling because I've decided this is something I can use to make sure you understand how helpless you are to resist me. There's nothing sexy about this at all, is there, slaveboy? It's just pure obedience. And pain. And your will to surrender to me, however I decide to train you. Surrender in your mind and your heart and your body. If you truly surrender you body to me, there would be no pain. That's why you're kneeling there in such a stupid and useless way while I watch from behind you so I don't have to see your face. If I saw your face I might take pity on you. This is not the time for pity. This is the time to give up any illusion that you're an ordinary free boy or some trick I'm taking pity on."

Wow! Patrick is quite pleased with himself. His visit to Kent has helped him take charge of aleff in a way that he never imagined he'd ever enjoy. It was when he saw how much Kent's slaveboi adores him that he realized he wanted aleff to adore him as well. As he watched aleff struggle to keep his arms up and saw the muscle strain in his back and the sweat dripping from his hair, he understood what Kent had been trying to tell him, that the Master has a sacred duty to use all his effort to make sure the slave can thrive in its slavery. He explained to Patrick that a true slave is born and will only find peace and meaning when it's under the discipline and control of a demanding Master . At last! The doorbell! With a groan or relief, aleff drops his arms and waves them around a bit as he struggles to stand up. He opens the door wide, exposing his hairless body to the delivery man---who is actually a boy who looks like he's still in high school. The boy gasps and tries not to make any remarks as he hands aleff the parcel with the food in it. "This is some fucking fraternity prank!" he can't help saying. "Remind me not to try to join that frat. Not ever, dude," he says, turning his back and almost running to the safety of his car.

Both Master and slave chuckle. The slave closes the door. "Bring in the food, aleff. Set everything on the table. Serving spoons, chopsticks for me. Set a dish for me and your bowl alongside it. Chinese food will be easy for you to eat from your bowl on the floor." Patrick plays some music from his phone through the house system and sits at the table looking over his order. He puts half the carton of rice in aleff's bowl and the other half in a smaller bowl he can eat from with his chopsticks. He pours an aromatic mixture on top of the rice in the bowl and keeps the rest in the carton it came in. He'll take food from the carton with the chopsticks, put it on top of the rice, then shovel the rice and food into his mouth.

"Go get a pair of clips from my desk in the bedroom so I can bind your hands behind your back. You won't need then for this meal, boi." He puts the boi's bowl right next to his chair. He also has some chicken he intends to feed the boy by hand.

And that's enough about dinner. AS usual, the slave cleans up. Patrick relaxes with a book he's reading about D/s relationships. Once the kitchen is clean the slave comes and kneels by Patrick and without being told it gets down on the floor and starts kissing and licking Patrick's feet. "That's a good boy. Show me how much you want this." aleff tries to shove Patrick's entire foot into his mouth.

"Hey, don't choke yourself.. By the way, I want you to know that I gave Tony permission to do everything he did to you. Even making you lick the piss from his feet. I figure it this way, aleff: Once you realize you've tasted piss that way you'd find you'd rather taste your Master's piss not mixed in with anything. Think about that, slaveboy. Maybe you thought I'd go easy on you because I'm such a nice guy. Well, you were mistaken. And what I don't wish to do myself, I can always find someone else to take care of it, whether it be Tony or someone else. At least with Tony, he'll baby you before he demeans you and make you realize how low you are.

"Tony can push in ways I prefer not to. You'll be seeing a lot of him in the future. Just remember that his hands are my hands and his body is my body when he's bullying you. I know you might dread it. That's fine. Dread it all you want. But whenever I give you to him, when you see him you are seeing me. A tougher me. I'm just warning you: you make damn sure you surrender when he has you. How go get the bed ready then do your thing in the bathroom. I'll come in to piss"

aleff doesn't dare get up on its feet. It crawls into the bathroom, wondering it this is the time Patrick is going to begin piss-training his slave. He's tasted piss before, to be sure, but never like this. Never with the Master he holds in such awe. Much to his fearful surprise, aleff realizes that he really wants to taste Patrick's piss now. What the fuck is happening to him?

Just as the slave is finishing up, Patrick comes in, in all his naked splendor. aleff drops to his knees just as a way of expressing what the sight of the Master's nude body does to him. "As long as you're down there, kneel at the side of the toilet bowl." Once aleff's there, Patrick says, "Take my cock in your mouth from the side. I want you to hold my cock with your mouth while I take my piss. Make sure you aim well because if you get any on the floor you're going to have to lick it up."

This is weird. And what's even weirder is that while the slave is holding its Master's dick in its mouth as he pees, the slave wonders how long it will be before he'll have the end of the Master's dick in his mouth swallowing his piss instead of making it flow into the bowl. Much to his surprise and dismay, aleff slave catches himself hoping it will happen soon and get the agony of waiting over with.

"I know what's going through your perverted little mind, faggot. You're wondering when I'll make you hold my piss in your mouth. I'm glad you're wondering. Soon you'll be begging me for a taste of my piss because you'll understand that you need my piss more than you thought you would ever feel this way. Everything is turning out perfectly. I am truly your Master, boi. I fucking own you now."

. . . . .

After Patrick left, Kent stayed seated with his nephew collapsed between his legs, the boi's head resting in his lap, sound asleep. As Kent looked down at aaron, his heart was filled with a mixture of intense love and intense joy that this boi was finally, officially his in every single way. He was so pleased that he had never touched the boi or spoke about sex in any great detail, even after he found out that Barry Aaron was turning out to be a bdsm sub.

No. Nothing. He's just a child. An Attractive, Amiable child. There was a concrete barrier erected between the two of them.

Then the barrier began to crumble the day his brother had died, asking in his will that Anthony Kent would take his son "as his own." The man had been oblivious to so much, buried in his business enterprises. Oblivious of Anthony's feelings for the boy, oblivious of the boy's lust for Anthony, completely oblivious to any for of sexual activity other than the way he liked sex (boring!).

Needless to say, he was also oblivious to the way his son's sexuality was leaning. No. It was all pushed onto Anthony, which, of course, was the greatest irony in the world. The reader can perhaps only imagine how much of a temptation it was for Anthony to drop all pretenses when he ran into his nephew trying to become a frat guy's slave, to take the boi by the balls and lead him home and into the dungeon he had kept hidden from him, waiting for him to turn 18. No sense waiting any longer now that the truth was out. But no! Anthony waited.

One more thing about that: One can't help wondering whether or not years of frustration were also mixed in with any way he intended to train the faggot as his own personal slave. Perhaps that was why the kid was thrashed with the heaviest strap he had last night.

Enough introspection. Barry (aaron) stirs and rubs his eyes the way he's been doing ever since he was an infant. The look frightens his uncle (Kent) because he looks so incredibly young. It makes Kent feel like a total pedophile. Ugh. Then he remembers that the (adult) boi is overdue to be shaved. He should have had it done alongside Patrick's slave. aaron looks confused. "where is Patrick?"

"He left quite a while ago. He showed himself out so I could just sit here with you. I think he was impressed to see that I'm capable of being kind to you." He chuckles.

"You are kind, Uncle Master. (giggles) I've known that all my life, even when you are strict, and now even when you can punish me in your dungeon. Even when it hurts a lot. You know what I need more than I do. I will always be able to trust that, Master. You are the perfect Master for me because I can trust you more than any other slave could ever trust its Master. I'd never be able to trust like that with another Master."

"Patrick told me that sometimes he gives his slave to another Master because the other Master is a lot tougher than he is. He gives the boi to his friend as an additional punishment. What if I gave you to another Master because I wanted him to do something to you that I don't feel like doing myself?"

"I can't imagine that, Kent. There's nothing that would stop you." "You can't say that for sure yet, boi. Just remember there's been an entire side to my life that you know nothing about until that night we both blew each other's covers."

They both chuckle.

aaron decides to share something. "Would you like to know what I thought about after what happened that night, Sir?" `Sure. Tell me."

"I thought that you are the age you are and yet frat boys like to have you at their parties because they respect your ability to work over slave bois their age. The frat guys who are Doms like to watch you operate on their sub classmates."

"You thought correctly, aaron. You're that age now, you realize. I like this particular age gap when it come to D/s relationships. It helps emphasize the inferiority of the boi in an undeniable way." "So I'm inferior, Uncle Anthony?"

"You always have been nephew. Think back and you'll figure it out. In fact, I knew from about the time you were ten years old that you were made to be a sub to someone whether man or woman. Didn't know if you would be straight or gay, but I did know you'd probably end up having to wear a slave collar some day."

"And now it's happened. Wow."

"And now you'll begin learning what it means to be wearing a slave collar."

"Think I've already learned a lot, Master."

"Such as?"

"Well, that cumming isn't going to happen to me much any more. That's the roughest part I think."

"For now. What else?"

"That you're not afraid to really hurt me. Punishments-wise, I mean, not emotionally."

"Good distinction."

"but you were hurting me emotionally, Master, all these years you kept me waiting."

"That's just because you were so fucking immature you thought you were going to somehow get your own way all the time. That's what the cage you've got over your little dick means, boi."

"Little?"

"Yes, and it will keep getting littler if I step the sizes of the cages down."

"You'd do that to me?"

"Are you my slave?"

"Yes, Master." And aaron doesn't ask any more questions.

Kent decides to give the boi something to think about. Kind of sadistic to do this now, but after all, Kent is a bdsm Master . . .

"By the way, to get back to what I wanted to tell you before you started asking questions and distracted me, I want you to know that I do intend to turn you over to two other Doms for training that I don't want to have to deal with."

"May I ask what for, Master?"

"Do you really want to know, boi?"

"Um...well just one, maybe?"

"One is going to train your throat. Gonna train you to swallow bigger and bigger cocks, much bigger than you can handle now. That's rough training."

"Oh." aaron regrets having asked now.

"Go clean yourself out, boi. I put equipment in the downstairs bathroom for you to use. Don't take all fucking night, but I want you completely clean. I'm not kidding. I'm going to fuck you and then you're going to have to lick my cock clean. So it's to your advantage to be totally clean."

"why, Sir?" aaron is almost whining.

"Because that's what I want from you now so that's what you're gong to do for me. Any further questions can be dealt with in the dungeon."

"I'll get completely clean for you, Master."

Aaron leaves to go do what Kent wants. He's somewhat embarrassed that Kent even knows he's already learned how to clean himself out from some other Dom, that he's not a virgin when it comes to getting fucked. He wishes Kent had been the one to take his virginity, because he lost it one night at a party where he got drugged then fucked by the other four guys who were there. After that, the four of them kept using him as a common fucktoy and one of them taught him how to douche to get his ass ready to give pleasure. but in a way Kent is taking his virginity tonight.

This will be the first time the boi ever gets fucked by the man he begged to be his Master. That means a lot. Especially since Kent is planning it the night after he thrashed him when it' s going to hurt because he hasn't recovered from the whipping.

A chunk of time passes until the boi comes back upstairs and goes to kneel at Kent's feet. "All ready for Daddy, baby?" Kent decides to play it as Daddy. After all, the kid asked for permission to call him that so it must be something he needs to work out.

"Yes, Daddy."

"You gonna be a good boi for Daddy?"

"Yes, Daddy. Wanna be your very good boy."

Kent makes the boi crawl into the bedroom.

"Suck my cock for a while before I fuck you, baby."

"Yes, Daddy," says aaron, getting up on his knees and taking Kent's cock in his mouth. It looks so awesome before it gets hard. The perfect cock. Even more awesome than he had thought of it in his imagination all these years. He loves it when it gets hard in his mouth, just like what is happening now.

"Okay, baby. Get on the bed on your back and hold your legs up. I wanna be able to look into your face while I'm using your ass for my pleasure for the first time. Make it good for me, boi."

Aaron gets into position. He knows he's going to cry now that his Master will be looking at his face.

Kent lubes himself up liberally, puts his hands on the back of the slave's thighs and pushes them back more, then poses his dick right at the entrance to the boi's hole. "I own you, aaron. Now I'm going to take you the way I want. Now I'm going to use you for my pleasure, turn you into pussy."

He enters slowly watching the way the slave's eyes change as he surrenders himself to his Master and it is a sheer act of pleasure. Until the Master's groin makes contact with his whipped ass. then the pain comes. Pleasure and pain at the same time. That way it's probably always going to be.

"Oh fuck I love taking you this way aaron. making you into pussy for me. owning you, slave. Tell me, have you ever fucked a guy before?"

"No, Master."

"not ever?"

"No Master, never."

"That's good. It's not something you'll ever get to do. Not ever. You are total slave. Total pussy. total cunt. You'll never get to act like a man, aaron. You'll never be a man sexually. Always a slave. Always exists to give pleasure to men, never to take it."

After that, Kent fucks his boi in silence, realizing all the symbolism of what it means to own this boi so completely that he can take his pleasure from it any time he wants.

Tears make their appearance in the boi's eyes and he realizes that's that his eyes were made for. To give pleasure to his Master by being frequently filled with tears. This is what he was made for. And somehow, deep down inside, he's always known this is what he was born to be.

The next morning, aaron is sound asleep when suddenly he's awakened because Master pulls back the covers from his body and starts lashing him with a thin but stinging red whip. aaron writhes his way off the bed and onto the floor.

"that's the perfect way for my to wake up the slumbering slave I fucked last night. This is how I'm gonna wake you up every morning, faggot, so if I were you, I'd learn quickly how to get my lazy ass out of bed before my Master."

aaron has to keep reminding himself all morning that he asked for this. Begged for it, even.

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