A Tale of Two Subs

Chapter 26. Dominion slaves.

They ride in silence for a while, Patrick wondering what the story was with the foster parent who broke in aleff's ass when he was placed there. Finally, he decides to find out exactly what happened.

"Tell me, tell me all of it," he says.

"All of what, Master? I'm not sure what you're referring to."

"I'm referring to the foster dad who broke in your ass. How old were you?"

"14."

"What happened?"

"One day he caught me sucking his son's dick in the garage. We thought we'd be safer there than in the house but it didn't work out that way. Nicky—that's his son—gasped when his father walked in. He put his hand on my head and wanted to pull out but his father just stood there and said, `Nicky, let him finish. It's fine. Glad you've tapped into the kid's obvious hunger for dick. Keep going, cocksucker. And after you're finished come to my office. You and I are going to have a little discussion.'"

"You must have been shitting a brick."

"Not really. I pretty much figured I'd have to suck him off too. No problem. Nicky's dad was an attractive man. And he was right: I was hungry for dick. I figured that if I took care of Pop (that's what he wanted me to call him), I could probably milk him for things. You know, milk his cock, milk his wallet."

"And how did that turn out?"

"I walked into his office. He told me to shut the door and lock it. He worked from his home office while his wife was away at her job. They usually had a couple foster kids there. This time it was only me. He pulled back from his desk and started opening his pants. I was just about to get down on my knees when he said, `Get naked first, faggot. Let me see what you look like.'"

"Wow. He wasn't shy about it, was he?"

"Nope. But then while I was getting my pants down he pulled his strap out of his pants. Once I was naked he made me stand there with my hands behind my head so he could look me over. Made me turn around. Let me see your ass,' he said. Then he made me bend over and spread my cheeks. I was so embarrassed that I started crying. Put your hands down. Stand up against that wall. Keep your hands on the wall and don't you fucking dare take them off that wall.' He took his strap and hit me a few times across my ass. Like that, faggot,' he asked. I was too afraid to answer, so he hit me a few more times and I started crying out. He took a roll of masking tape he had in a drawer and wrapped it around my mouth so I couldn't cry out then he kept hitting me until finally I fell on the floor crying. This is what happens to faggots in this house, Desmond. Now get on your knees and suck me off, just like you suck my son off. From now on you'll be milking the both of us every day.'

"He tore the tape off my mouth. He already had his dick out. He grabbed me by the back of the head and forced me down on his cock. He was bigger than his son; I choked on it. He grabbed me by the hair and lifted me off his dick. then he slapped my face back and forth.

Get back down on this cock,' he whispered me. Do it nice and slow, just like I saw you sucking Nicky's dick. Do a good job and you won't get hit again.' So I did. I'd already learned how to do a good job in the other home and I really was starting to like it."

"when he came---a huge load that I almost choked on—he put his dick back in his pants and grabbed me by the hair again. `Okay, faggot, this is how it's going to be. Every day when you get home from school first thing you come in here, close and lock the door then get your fucking clothes off. Then you do whatever I tell you to do. Be a good cocksucker for me and you won't get hit. Not much, anyway.

"Now get your faggot ass out of here. Pick your clothes and carry them. I don't care if Nicky sees you.' And that was that. Every day after school I got naked for the guy and sucked him off. A couple times he made me bend over and he whacked my ass before he made me suck him off. He never hurt me too much. Besides, I was starting to realize I liked it. In fact, some days he didn't hit me at all and I was disappointed. Sometimes he made me jerk off while he watched then cum in my socks. Sometimes he made me suck his dick after I shot my own load. I hated that and complained one time and he beat the shit out of me with that strap. I always had to leave his office naked so Nicky got to see me too. The day he beat me so badly, Nicky got upset and tried to put some cream on my ass to soothe it."

All this time Patrick was driving and listening. He started stroking aleff's leg with his hand hoping to keep the kid calm. "So did you benefit from all this? Did you manage to get things out of him for sucking him off?"

"Nothing. Fucking nothing. The deal was that he wouldn't beat the shit out of me if I did what he told me, usually suck him off. He let me spit it out when he came in my mouth, mostly he came on my face. He liked that. Then he called me names, faggot, queer, cocksucker, stuff like that. Then one day when he had me bending over showing him my ass, he took a bottle of something and poured lube on his fingers. The first time he ran a finger up the crack of my ass I got so turned on I shot my load all over his wall."

"What did he do then?"

"He laughed at me, then made me lick if off the wall. I was too scared not to. Then he played with my crack and my hole for a while. I was groaning. He told me I groaned like a whore. Anyway, that's what was happening."

"Why didn't you just ask them to move you to a different home?"

"Because I had it good there. Good school, good food, and other than sucking his cock I didn't have any chores to do. Besides Nicky and I got to be friends and I had a big crush on him, so that was another reason I stayed there. Besides, I got used to what his Dad was doing to me and to tell the truth, I started to like it a lot. I always pretended I hated it. I think the guy got off on humiliating me that way. Nicky was happy about me being there too because now that his Dad was whipping my ass, he didn't go after Nicky as much. But he whipped Nicky over his underpants. He never made him take his pants down. I got the worst of it, on my bare ass all the time."

"So you said he broke in your ass . . .how did that happen?"

Now Patrick is getting off in the whole story. In fact, he made aleff put his left hand in his lap and toy with him over his pants.

"Well, I told you he was playing with my crack and hole with that stuff he used. So one day he put his finger in my butt. I cried out at first but he was really pretty gentle about the whole thing, thank God. I never got raped, that was for sure. When he finally fucked me I was actually ready for it. He used his fingers to kind of break me in, bit by bit. I got to see my first dildo which he used to get me ready to take him. He told me it would probably hurt at first but I'd quickly get used to it. He was right. The first time he fucked me himself I held a pillow over my head and just screamed. After about the third time it got easier and after a couple weeks I even started to enjoy it."

"So he'd turned you asshole into pussy," Patrick remarked. "And I'm the one to benefit from it. Did his son know what he was doing to you?" "I told Nicky and he said he was glad I was around or that stuff might have been happening to him. His father was a real fucking pervert. I bet he did start fucking his own son after I got moved out of there."

"Once he broke me in good, I guess he got bored because he started beating me really badly. Then I knew I needed to get away from there. I came up with a plan. I usually didn't take a shower with the others after gym class because I was almost always marked up some. But one day, after he had really whipped me badly, I got naked in the locker room and deliberately paraded my striped ass around. A couple kids were upset seeing me and told the gym teacher. Presto! I got moved from there to a different town and it was all over with for a while."

"And so I have him to thank for breaking you in for my cock and also for getting you used to being whipped. Were you enjoying it back then?" "not really. Okay, sure it was fine when he wasn't beating me too hard and would let me jerk off while he was doing it. That was cool. But then he got carried away and I just had to get out of there."

"aleff, you know that what the man did was illegal. If you wanted, you could still get him to a heck of a lot of trouble. I mean after all, you were only what, 14? Think about it, will you. I'll help if you decide to come forward."

"I don't think so, Master, unless you want me to do it. What I would like to is track down Nicky to find out what happened to him."

"We can do that as well. But now there's something completely different in store for you. We're at Evander's Emporium, the place where slaves walk around naked and real men buy things to use on their bodies." aleff tenses up and Patrick notices. He pulls into the parking lot and turns of the engine and then just sits there.

"Listen slaveboy. When we get in there you have to strip and put your clothes into one of the lockers. Then you'll walk around with me. You probably won't be the only naked sub there." aleff had a few things to say about his experience so they won't be repeated here. What he didn't write about was his collaring---Patrick tried several out until he found the one he wanted.

The one he picked out was easily adjustable, and that meant he could tighten it if he wanted to. He liked how useful it would be with "breathing exercises," as he called them in front of Thomas the salesman, who readily agreed. Then came the biggest and most important purchase: the cage.

Patrick has long-range plans in mind. He fitted the boi with a cage that was snug but not too uncomfortable for the slave's first cage, but then also bought two similar ones, each of which was a tad smaller. he asked Thomas how long it would take before he could step the boy down to where he wanted him but Thomas said it was always different for each sub so there were no hard and fast rules. It usually takes at least a year if he wants to shrink the boy's dick down to a little nub.

Thomas told him it was often referred to as a "clitty" by then. aleff looked at Patrick with horror in his tear-filled eyes.

Patrick had to take him into a private cubicle to address the issue. "don't worry about what's going to happen to you, boi. I have no intention of shrinking you down that much, but you would look really hot sporting a microdick. And if you get that small I'll let you go around uncaged a lot more.

"Once again, aleff, you have to stop worrying and trust me to know what you're ready for an what you can handle. I keep telling you this, but for some reason you keep insisting on causing yourself undue anxiety and worry. Trust your Master, boi. Trust that I care about you too much to destroy you. Just remember that I own you, aleff. I really fucking own you. I intend to make you into what I want you to be. But above all, I want you to remain grateful that I own you and no one else does."

So Patrick ended up purchasing the collar, the cage and two sets of leather manacles. He paid for them with a check from the slave's bank account which now had his name on it. All the more humiliating, thought aleff, but he quickly found it would be best to simply surrender without showing any resentment. He didn't want to risk more severe punishment. Bit by bit he was acquiring an acceptable slave mentality.

There was still more to come. Registering the slave with the Dominion was next.

. . . . .

Anthony decided it was time to get the slaveboy registered with the Dominion. The Dominion was a nationwide network of gay Masters and slaves. It was established about ten years ago and as interest in bdsm kept growing it became popular and had branch offices in most cities with a sizeable bdsm population. It offered many services and activities and kept an "official" registry of subs who were kept as slaves by gay Doms who were also registered.

The registration process for slaveboys was somewhat complicated but well worth a Master's effort because it provided opportunities that weren't available elsewhere. The local branch office of the Dominion used the "Inferno" dungeon club as a site where slaves could complete the registration process and be properly "initiated" into the organization.

The first step was a simple registration process at the local Dominion office. Once Anthony had finally given in to his friends' nagging and aaron's begging and he knew that things were going to work out with his nephew becoming his slave, he took the boy to their office when it opened at 9 pm that evening. Two other M/s couples were there when he and aaron showed up. He completed the necessary paperwork while aaron was escorted to a locker room where he could strip naked and store his clothing. Two other bois were there, both of them already naked and nervously waiting for what was to follow. One was named "flip" and the other "aleff," and the three of them helped one another to relax. flip was completely hairless while aleff, like aaron, had full luscious heads of hair but had been shaved from the neck down. flip bore the marks of a pretty heavy thrashing and preferred to keep standing while the three of them got better acquainted.

"Master just shaved my head this morning then punished me because I was wailing and crying too much," said flip, who kept running his hands over his bald head as if still trying to help himself realize what had happened to him. "Are you guys going to get your heads shaved as well?" aleff was surprised that flip used the word "guys." It didn't seem appropriate. "Are you allowed to call slaves like us `guys,'" he asked.

"gee, never thought anything about it, to tell the truth."

"it just seems strange to me," says aleff. My Master calls me boi, or faggot, or slaveboy. He told me that words like man' or guy' or `dude'—words like that---only referred to superiors, not to slaves like us."

"Interesting," answers flip. "Never had anything said to me about that, at least not yet."

"try using one of those words in front of your Dom and see what happens," suggests aaron. "I've been to the Inferno several times. One time I saw a boi get smacked around by two Doms because he was caught calling another sub `dude," so I think it's kind of a rule not to say those things. But I might be wrong."

"did you and your Dom ever talk about things like that?" asked aleff.

"This is all pretty new to me. I only had one Master before the one who owns me now, but he was just training me about obedience and about taking pain. Come to think of it, I never got to talk much around him at all other than to say "yes, Sir."

flip changes the subject. "Do either of you guys—um, I mean, bois—know what's gonna happen tonight? Master hasn't told me anything other than to say that he'll have to prove that I really am a slave."

"been told nothing," said aleff. "I never knew there was such a thing as the Dominion."

"me neither," said aaron. "Like I said, I was at the Inferno a lot and did see there was a back room with a sign that said "Dominion Members Only.," but never gave it much thought until one of the Doms I was sucking off asked me if I was "dominion registered' after he made me swallow his load. told him I didn't know what that was." He said "some day you'll find out, I'm sure," but didn't say anything else about it. It seems there's a lot of secrecy about it. This is hot, joining something like this. Scary too."

"Why do you say that?" asks aleff.

"Because think of it: we are officially registered somewhere as slaves! bdsm slaves!"

"So?" asks flip. "I know it's weird to say, but actually I'm kind of proud that I'll be officially a slave."

"Officially?" asks aaron. "You mean like the government?"

"dunno if it's a governmental thing, although I doubt it."

And with that the three naked bois are escorted into another room where there's a lot of photographical equipment. Finally their Masters join them: Kent, Patrick and Austin, who are joking around with each other. Apparently the three of them got acquainted and are getting along well together.

As soon they enter the room, flip falls to the ground and grovels until his Master snaps his fingers, giving the slave permission to sit up on its knees with its legs spread. Patrick looks impressed while Kent is oblivious to what happened because his eyes are glued to his slave's face as he realizes that aaron is the most beautiful of the three bois.

Then comes the testing. As part of the registration process, the slaves whose Masters wish to register them must fulfill certain requirements which are considered proof that they are indeed living as slaves of the Master claiming them.

The first requirement is hairlessness below the neck. A quick inspection of the three proves that.

The second requirement is that a slave must have at least three welts from a beating on its backside. flip obviously meets this already due to the fact that its ass is covered with welts that are still pretty fresh. Austin had apparently thrashed the boi before bringing it here. aaron and aleff are not marked up, but this will quickly be remedied.

Their Masters have a choice of implements: strap, whip or cane. Both slaves will be bent over a spanking stool. Both Patrick and Kent select the heavy strap which is bound (pun intended)to leave good welts.

aleff is first and trembles as he is bound down. Patrick goes to him and runs his hand through the boi's hair, helping him to calm down, but says nothing. This will be the first time the slave has ever been beaten while others are there to watch. It feels the humiliation keenly. Patrick picks up the strap and swings it through the air a few times to get a feel for its weight. aleff screams with the first lash that is far more severe than what it's used to.

Patrick waits to see if a welt appears across the center of the boi's ass. The Dominion Monitor nods to Patrick. "This is being filmed so that lash is adequate proof even if a welt does not appear. Please make sure the second and third lashes are just as severe."

Patrick nods and winds up again. WHACK! aleff screams again and bursts out crying. Patrick looks to the Monitor, hoping that will suffice, but the Monitor, who looks totally bored by the entire affair simply says, "Again." Patrick makes a face and quickly lays the third lash across his slave's ass. The slave is already crying but lets out a howl when the lash makes contact with his ass.

aaron is next. Kent is somewhat hesitant after seeing how aleff responded to the strap and decides to use the cane instead. aaron is bound to the bench. Kent bends down and whispers into aaron's ear while stroking the back of the frightened boi's head,

"I know you've felt the cane before. I think it won't hurt as much as that strap hurt the other boi."

aaron looks up into his Master's eyes and sucks strength from them. "Go for it, Master." He almost called him "uncle Anthony" but didn't know whether or not Anthony wanted their relationship made public on that film. Anthony tries out the cane and then taps it a few times against the slave's trembling ass and lands the first stroke, putting his hand on the back of his boi's head as the boy lets out a howl. He waits to see the result of the stroke.

As soon as he realizes that a welt is already appearing he says to the slave "here comes number two" and lashes the boi with the same force as the first. Immediately after it lands, saying nothing, Anthony lays down the third stroke and all hear the boi's scream. aaron is unbound from the bench and is told to kneel up straight.

And so the picture is complete. Three hairless slaves, eyes tearing and their composure showing obvious evidence that they're in pain. All three Masters are subdued after what happened. Austin is glad he took care of this at home in private rather than having to submit the slave to a public beating. He promises himself that he'll warn any other Masters he knows to whip their bois at home before coming here.

The ordeal is far from over now. Two further signs of proof are required, each of which proves beyond any doubt that these bois are indeed slaves of the men who are registering them. Patrick is thinking of withdrawing his application when he finds out what comes next.

Each of these slave candidates must suck the cocks of dominion officials who are here for this particular part of the verification process. Each of the officials is chosen because they sport 5.5 inch hardons. Each must testify that the slave assigned to him is a well-trained cocksucker. This too is filmed for Dominion archives.

The Masters are escorted out of the room and the ones to receive the blow jobs enter, each of them naked and stroking themselves as they sit on stools provided and open their legs wide.

And so the scene begins: three slaveboys, two still weeping a bit, are made to kneel between the legs of the officials. Three photographers move in close to the boy's faces. First they're ordered to lick and suck the guys' balls, then to lick the cocks, then to put the heads in their mouths and pleasure them until the official is satisfied and gives the final order: Suck!"

There are three screens on the opposite wall. Each guy has selected a film clip that helps him quickly come to orgasm, and this is quickly completed. The slaves must hold the cum in their open mouths so that can be filmed as well. The final command is given: "Close your mouth and swallow!" Open mouths prove that they did indeed swallow what the officials shot into their mouths.

Later aaron tells his uncle that this was the worst part of the entire process for him. Even worse than getting his ass whipped.

Each boi is allowed to use the toilet facilities afterwards and then get dressed in the clothing their Masters had dressed them in before they came here and then to go to the waiting room and sit or kneel before their Masters while they're officially registered.

The Masters had already turned in bois' ID cards and this information was included in their records.

The Dominion cards looked somewhat like the government ID's except the word DOMINION was at the top of the cards and their were two pictures on the card. The front side had the pic of the naked hairless slave that was first taken. The reverse side contained a pic of the slaves after they were whipped, flip being the exception. its picture was also of its welted ass.

It took about twenty minutes for the cards to be printed. The slaves, each of which was somewhat shell-shocked had been told they must maintain complete silence. The three Masters, now well acquainted, were making arrangements to get together soon and had given one another contact information.

flip was the oldest of the three slaves, 25 years old. Austin, its Master was the oldest as well—40 years old. He's owned flip for four years already. He explained to the others that he wasn't really interested in the Dominion until he'd heard from others about the social opportunities for registered members. That included admission to the Members Only section of Inferno as well as opportunities to put the slaves to work at Dominion-owned enterprises where the ages were considerably higher than could be found at other similar jobs found in the city that involved straight employers not interested in the M/s dynamic.

This was a major consideration for Austin since he'd recently been laid off from his own job as an IT technician and needed the income. He already made arrangements for flip to work as a massage therapist at a spa which only hired Dominion slaves. This was all on the down-low. The fact that the spa employees were Dominion slaves was not made public. Customers who used the spa did not know about the backgrounds of those working there.

Anthony was in his mid-thirties. Patrick was 28. Both their slaves were still 18 years old. Both aaron and aleff, as the reader already knows, began seeking a Master as soon as they reached 18. aleff, of course, being a foster child, had learned a lot about providing sexual service at an early age. It was quite common, unfortunately, for fostered boys and girls to be sexually abused in their placements.

As for aaron, he'd started sucking cock in high school as well, but didn't get into anything else until he started whoring around as soon as he turned 18. Luckily for him, his life-long dream of being his uncle's slave had finally come true.

And so now each of the three were official Dominion slaves, and their Masters had become friends. One can hardly imagine what would be the result of all this.

Official initiations of recently registered Dominion slaves too place once every three months. More about that another time. This chapter has already gotten far too long.

THAT'S THE END OF THIS CHAPTER.

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