Chapter 33. Making aaron hurt
Anthony brings the slave to a local men's store that's been in business in this town for over fifty years. They pride themselves on individual service. "There is one salesman there who has his own male slave. He's the perfect person to get you outfitted. He will strip you down and build you up again, let me assure you. Do whatever he tells you to do without pulling attitude or I'll rent one of Evander's cages and you'll spend the next couple days locked up."
"Damn!" thought aaron to himself. "Just what I was afraid of. Now he's got cages on the mind."
"For the benefit of the other staff, you are a new employee I'm getting fitted for formal occasions. Once we get to the back room with Benedict—that's the Dom's name," you are a slave and Benedict will do whatever he needs to with you."
Anthony pulls into the parking lot. "You will open my door like a sycophantic suck-up junior executive." aaron can't help giggling while saying, "Yes, Mr. Barnes, Sir."
He gets out, opens Anthony's door and bows as Anthony exits, then closes the door and follows his Master into the store. Benedict greets Anthony as soon as he walks in. "Anthony, so good to see you. It's been too long. And I'm so happy to see that you've finally decided to take this young fellow in hand. Everyone who knows your situation is so happy for you and wishes you the best."
What a warm greeting! The first thing that pops into aaron's mind is how many people had been encouraging his uncle to become his Master, and how many people admire and respect him as well. And of course, he's tickled a bit to be referred to as a "young fellow."
As soon as they get into the private room, all that changes. "Okay, faggot, we can drop the act now. Strip down to your underpants. Quickly!" Benedict opens a drawer in his desk and takes out . . . a riding crop! Shit. aaron strips quickly down to the boxer briefs his uncle made him wear.
Benedict turns to Anthony. "What do you plan to have the boi wear under the suit pants?"
Anthony thinks for a minute then says "aaron, pull down the boxers so Benedict can get a good look at you."
aaron immediately obeys getting a bit of a thrill that Benedict will be seeing his cage and his ass. "What do you think?" asks Anthony. "Will the cage be a problem?"
"Not at all, man. Since the slave is usually caged, I think there'd be more of a problem if it isn't. We wouldn't want to allow involuntary boners to happen. It's best to keep it the way it is."
Anthony nods."In that case, this type of boxer brief will be suitable." Benedict takes hold of the boi's boxers and takes it upon himself to pull them up then to feel the cage through them and allow his hands to travel all over the slave's groin and ass. "yes, Anthony, this will be fine. Shall we include some in the package?
"Three will be enough. There won't be many times it will need to wear them."
"Keep it naked, do you?" asks the older man.
"Most of the time. Even when others are around."
Benedict is an expert at what he does and without even using a tape measure he is able to get all the necessary measurements he needs, and freely explores the slave's body with his hands. After all, this is a slave. Anthony seems to enjoy watching both the way Benedict goes about things and the slave's reactions to some of his more audacious explorations of the its nude body.
After he gets all the information he needs, he invites Anthony to sit as his desk so they can select what else to include in the order. "The slave has nothing now, nothing decent. Only cheap things to wear when needed." And as they conduct their business,
aaron just stands there, his hands at his sides, not moving, trying to keep custody of his eyes. This seems to be more humiliating, having him stand there this way than if he were ordered to kneel or grovel. It's an unpleasant position to be in. Such is the life of a slave—who, we must remembered, begged for this man to become his Master.
The boi is ordered to put its old clothes on again. They head out to the diner as promised.
It's 2:30 by the time Anthony is ordering full meals for them he tells Sally that "this will be our main meal today so we'll fill up now. Gonna be doing too much physical activity tonight. I'm taking the boy to a club where, let's just say, the dancing is pretty strenuous." aaron wonders what he's in for.
Apparently Anthony plans to take the boy to the Inferno tonight. He doesn't know that Jonah and Patrick will be there with their slaves as well.—a convenient little coincidence that will help spice things up quite a bit. Of course, this is the first time aaron will be there as an owned slave, so this will be different from when he used to go there and fling himself at so many of the Daddies and Doms.
(aleff, on the other hand, had learned to acting like a slut during his years in sleazy foster situations where he would usually ingratiate himself to the other bois there by sucking them off and buying their protection that way. In one of his homes, the 20-year-old son of the foster Dad pimped him out to his fraternity brothers once in a while.)
But let's get back to aaron now.
Anthony slaps aaron's face while they're waiting for their food. "Pay attention when I'm talking to you, brat!" Anthony usually doesn't care when aaron gets lost in one of his day dreams, but he's not comfortable about what they'll be facing tonight and he wants to make sure aaron understands the ground rules.
"You're not there as a neighborhood slut tonight, aaron, you're there as my slave. Be prepared that you'll probably hear remarks or even insults from guys who didn't know I claimed you for myself. Some in favor, some maybe not so much in favor of the whole thing. Nothing matters, no matter how your reactions may want you to think or act. You're there as my slave. A Dominion slave, in fact, which is why you're allowed to be there despite the age restriction."
`irst time for you when the youngest Doms there will be at least 21. Most will be older. Your reactions don't matter to me. If I think you might get upset or emotional or maybe even angry, one word from will bring you right down to the ground. That word is "grovel." All the fucking way down, faggot. Under my boots if you can manage it. While you're groveling on the floor, let all your thoughts and feelings drain right down into the ground. And you stay there until I release you or give you another command."
"Just don't forget you're my slave. You're not there to seek out adventures or experiences of your own. I'm the one who determines what you experience. It might even be that I just leave you there on the ground and enjoy my time with my friends."
"eyes down at all times . . . . . do not speak on your own . . . . every person there is to be called Sir . . . I'm to be called Master. . . . . . . if asked a question wait for me to allow you to answer. Do not speak on your own. I'll probably have to say that a dozen times and I swear, brat, if you break this rule you'll get to feel a cane across your back. . . . . kiss what I tell you to kiss . . . . .lick what I tell you to lick . . . . .if I allow someone to spit on you say "thank you, Sir" without looking up. . . . .suck what I tell you to suck . . . . I'll probably lock you in a cage for a while. wanna get you used to it. . . . . . don't react if you get hit . . . . . only make noises if I beat you . . . . . otherwise just take it. I'll let just about anyone hit you . . . . just remember I'll always be there even when you can't see me. . .I'll always be watching . . . always ready to step in if I don't approve of something . . . . . . you're completely safe so let go of any resistance . . . . "
aaron gets sick of hearing Anthony talk about it. It's obvious that Anthony's nervous for some reason but aaron doesn't know why and so can't do anything to help. The ironic thing is that he's looking forward to it, to being there as Anthony's slave, to harboring secret pride that he managed to snag the one Dom he never thought he'd ever be able to serve.
When they get back home and aaron gets naked again, Anthony orders him down to the Dungeon. Anthony comes down in just leather briefs and the usual vest he likes to wear, the one that has a few assorted items in its pockets and some wicked-looking clamps attached to the side . Anthony sits in his favorite chair with the slave kneeling between his legs taking instruction. "there's one thing I didn't tell you before, boi: I intend for you to be good and sore when we arrive. you're not there to find someone to give you pain. if anything, you'll want to avoid people like that tonight." that's the end of the lecture this time.
Anthony leans forward and starts slapping and spitting and the slaps aren't gentle. aaron's face is being knocked from side to side so much that the tears he gets in his eyes seem to fly from his eyes into the air when his Master's hand drives it into the other direction. Suddenly he stops.
"I see two bare nipples in front of me, faggot. Who do these nipples belong to?"
"they belong to you, Master. they are yours."
"Then give them to me when I reach for them." He holds his fingers out about two inches from the boi's chest, forcing the slave to press forward to surrender them to its Master, and then those fingers bite down hard and the slave yelps. "Yours, Master," it cries out.
Anthony reaches into his vest pocket and brings out two small binder clamps. "Mine," he asks, looking onto the slave's eye with his piercing ones.
"Yours, Master, please?"
He clamps the right nipple. aaron screams out. The second clamp makes the boy fall to the ground screaming, writhing around as if he could somehow escape the bite of the clamp. This is the worst ever. The most they've ever hurt.
"Calm yourself down, slave. The pain isn't going to stop. Be a good submissive slaveboy and kneel up again. Drink the pain like a good slave. Look into my eyes and see how much pleasure I'm enjoying knowing how I can make you hurt."
Anthony waits as the slave struggles to get even a modicum of composure. The tears are flowing and his lips are beginning to quiver. "yyyyyours, mmmmaster, yyyyyyyyyyyours."
"that's right, boi. I own them. Just like I own all the rest of you." and with that his boot connects with the boi's balls and the slave doubles over again screaming out from the new pain.
"Get up, faggot. Up on those knees. Legs spread. I fucking own those balls too, don't I, aaron? don't I have the power to hurt those balls when I want?"
"yesssssssMassssssssster... yourssssssssss"
Anthony loves it when the slave gets this way. The slave straightens up and he kicks the boy's balls again but puts out his hand so the slave can't bend down again.
A third kick. And a fourth. And Anthony puts his hand down and on the next kick the slave collapses down onto the floor crying.
Again, Anthony sits and watches. . . . . . Finally, he says, "If you kneel up like a good slave I'll take those clamps off you," he promises. Still it takes the slave a while to get back up. When it finally manages, as promised, his Master reaches out and take off the clamps. The boy howls out as each one is removed.
But Anthony has something else in mind. Clothespins over the crushed nipples and the boi starts crying again. "When we're at the club tonight, slaveboy, I want those nipples so sore that if I let anyone touch them it will automatically make you cry out in pain so they can enjoy the fact that they just hurt you. That's why I'm conditioning them now. Getting you ready so I can show you off tonight. Let people hear the noises that come out of your mouth when a superior man toys with your faggot body. Be a good boy and take the pain from me, baby."
Anthony reaches down and helps his slave to stand up. He takes short chains and clips and manages to clip aaron's wrists to his collar so they hang there. Then he lets down a chain from the ceiling and connects that to the boy's collar as well.
Slowly he raises the chain so that the slave's collar and wrists are hanging from the chain. aaron can still stand in his feet but there is absolutely no room to maneuver any more than a couple inches.
Then the boi's Master does something that shatters any tiny bit of resistance. He stands in front of the boi and kisses him, holding his hand on the back of aaron's head, sending his spit into the boi's mouth with his tongue. They stand there and make out together and aaron swoons, limited of course by the chain holding him up.
"I love you, aaron. I love my slaveboy more than I ever loved you before. I love seeing you like this, knowing you are helpless and totally under my control."
"I love you, Master, with all my heart, all my mind and all my body."
"I'd like to flog you, aaron, all over. Do you think you can give yourself to me and take the whipping I want to give you?"
"MMMMMMMMMMMMAster, please, please take me deep down, Master. Please give me whatever pain you want me to have. Please love me with your flogger, Master?"
"Good boy."
Anthony goes to his cabinet and brings out a flogger with long leather laces. He puts on hypnotic music and starts the lights blinking on and off in multiple colors. Then he randomly lashes his slave's body, front and back from his neck to his knees, dancing around and striking the slave from different places, striking the slave's body.
At one point the lash manages to snip off the clothespins and that results in greater screams. And still it continues, lash after lash until the slave is sobbing, out of its mind.
Finally, Anthony lays the flogger down and waits for the slave to calm down its cries.
"Do you understand how much I own your body, faggot?"
"yes, Master, the boi cries. I feel it all over."
Anthony unclips the chain hanging from the ceiling and bends the boi over a low table. "Stay like that. Your Master is going to fuck you, your Master is going to take what's his." He lubes up his hard dick and then opens the boi's rectum with his fingers for a while before finally claiming the slave's body by plunging his cock into its ass. aaron lets out a scream which indicates pleasure more than pain.
"Take me, take your slave, Master, take what belongs to you. Oh fuck, yes! Master."
After Anthony is finished with the slave he sends it to the bathroom to clean itself out and take a sponge bath because a shower would be far too painful. Then it was time for a nap and they lay side by side on the bed. aaron is too ripe to touch so Anthony holds back. Eventually the napping boi manages to find a way to fold itself into its Master's arms as best it can.
Before long it's time to head to the Club. Anthony keeps the boi naked. It was only fitting. Naked the slave will be led through the Inferno parking lot, its Master carrying their Dominion ID cards to give them immediate access.
And so, Anthony strides proudly into the Club, his eyes adjusting to the dark light, nervous as to what he would find and how the Club members would react to seeing this boi completely enslaved by one of the leading Doms in the local community.
He was surprised to see who was there.
THAT'S THE END OF THIS CHAPTER.
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