SIXTEEN
I've been thinking about the fact that Danny referred to me as "property" when he was correcting the guy who had called me "bitch." You can go back and review it if you want. it took a long time before I was able to appreciate the way Danny came to my defense because by offending me they were offending him as well. All of the good things about what he said had been put to the side before I was plugged in by the used of a single word: property. Does he really think of me that way? Rather, can I think of myself that way? As his property? What would that mean?
At that party, one of the Doms was looking me over and lightly fingering my nipples. I started breathing more heavily and this gave him a clear signal that those nipples need to be taught a lesson. He raised is eyes and met Danny's. He raised his eyebrows in question. "Fine," Danny said, nodding. Then he pushed me forward gently. "Here. I give this to you. Just discard it in a corner somewhere when you're done with it. I'll collect it on my way out." And with that he walked away and I felt the acute pain of abandonment but also the supreme turn-on from the way everything just happened. Yes indeed. Property. That's' what I was when he handed me over to that guy then told him to discard "it" in a corner when done and he'd collect IT on his way out. As if he was going to go around having himself a good time now that he didn't have to bother to look after his possessions.
And so began an extraordinary experience with Jolt—that's what he told me to call him. "Like a jolt of lightning hitting you, slave." the only thing he ever called me was "slave." No other name. First he hand my hands clipped behind my back, which made me feel even more vulnerable. Then he got started and at first it really felt good. I got hard, that's how good it was. He would say things to me. "Look, slave, those nipples are sex organs for you. Sex organs only a Master would know how to use, would know how to fuck you through those nipples. that's what I'm gonna do, slave. I'm gonna fuck your brain with the pain shooting from these nipples, slave."
And then the pain would begin. He looked deeply into my eyes and captured them . I swear, I couldn't look away. As the pain increased, he nodded when he saw the reaction in my eyes. "yes, slave," he said a couple times without elaborating. yes what? yes he knows he can hurt me? yes he knows I need it? yes, he is gonna take me to hell and back? yes, he's planning to make me break down and start sobbing?"
Well all of that happened and even now something hits me in the stomach when I ever try to remember what it was like when Jolt was having his fun with me, playing me like a fucking musical instrument, increasing my volume then quickly backing off, then pulling sounds of pain from deep within my soul. "I fucking love seeing you exhale when I let up on you a bit," he says when he makes it happen by just letting go of my nipples completely. I really began to wonder if he would end up just taking them off me when it felt like he almost had.
"OK," he says, "I've got something new to teach you now." He has a thicker slave collar with a funny kind of gadget on the back for tightening it. Ohh. It's me inside of my neck with it and it automatically perhaps itself around me. He pushes me in front of him facing away from him and he's got his hands behind my neck my heart is pounding. I have never ever thought of anything like this before. I just remind myself that Danny gave me to him to do whatever he wanted with me. "OK, queer slave, let me teach you a lesson he tightens the caller just a little at first and then slowly increases the choking until he can tell I'm starting to panic "calm down, queer slave. You don't have the right to panic over this. You're gonna just take it. It's time for you to learn that even the breath you take is a gift from your master not me. Master Danny. He gave you to me so that I can teach you all about just how much control he has over you. And it's only just beginning.."
And then something even worse happened. He put hanging clamps on my nipples and the bite of them got screams out of me and that made me pant for breath because I hadn't really recovered from the previous "lesson." Then he took out his hard cock. He bent me over at the waist to get it into my mouth. This made the clamps hang with the obvious result. I opened my entire throat to scream and he just invaded it. "suck fast and hard, slave. I don't care how much it hurts. It will hurt a lot more if you don't obey me. I fucking own you right now, slave. Your Master gave you to me so I can do whatever the fuck I want to you. . . . .there, that's good, slave . . . keep going."
I don't know how I managed because all I remember was how much I was screaming and crying and feeling a pounding in the back of my throat until finally he exploded in my mouth. "hold it in your mouth, slave." He gently helped me to stand and, of course, that meant new jolts of pain. He ordered me to swallow and as soon as I got it all down I started sobbing. "yes, slave, this is your life now," he said with a look like he was condemning me to some punitive sentence, and for sure, it was tempting to think of it that way because that would have meant I was a victim, not a willing participant. It was all a question of which fantasy I chose to rest in on any particular day, as if I really were the author of my life.
He raised a bottle to his mouth—I couldn't even see what was in it. He took a mouthful then put his lips to mine and began dribbling the contents of his mouth into mine. This had happened to me a lot with Danny, so it wasn't anything weird to me, except for what he was making me drink. I'm not sure what it was, but a wave of calm starting passing through me. Then he kissed me, Hard. Fucked my mouth with his tongue and bore down on my face so much that I hardly noticed it when he quickly took the clamps off my nipples. If there was the usual jolt of pain (hey, I just got a new word!) when the clamps were released, I didn't notice it. All my attention was on Jolt's mouth and on the feelings that were coursing through my entire being.
And then, all that done, he put a short chain to my collar, forced me down on the ground, and used the chain it as a leash as he dragged me off into a dark corner and clipped my collar to a ring on the ground. He walked away without another word. I couldn't stop sobbing and when I realize he'd left me there another damn broke and I was sobbing myself inside out, it felt like. Three Doms and one of the virgin boys stood there watching.
I heard one Dom say to the boy, "This is where you might end up some day, kid. Used and discarded, bound in chains, tears and snot covering your face. If that terrifies you, then get the fuck out of here before it's too late. Otherwise, remember what you're seeing here tonight." Wow. If someone had told me that a while ago, it wouldn't have scared me away at all. And right here, discarded and bound like this, still recovering from sobbing, my only worry is that Danny would just leave me here. But I know that wouldn't happen. I'm his property, after all. And oh yeah, he says he loves me. So that leaves me free to just wallow in my degradation and misery, knowing that this night will end with me in the arms of the One I worship and adore.
Sure enough, Danny comes by holding a long thin whip in his hands. "Face down," he says then begins lashing me with that whip, no particular aim, just wherever it lands it stings like the dickens and I start writhing around trying to escape the blows. Two Doms stand there cheering him on and telling him to show this slut what happens to faggots like him when around real Doms.
Eventually he stops and I'm sobbing again. He reaches down and unlocks the chain from the floor. "Come," he says, and walks out of the house with me on my knees in tow while choking on my own sobs. He makes me crawl through the dirt to get to the car, opens the trunk and orders me to get in. And that's the way he "transports" me back to our apartment. I'm collapsed, mentally, emotionally, and physically with throbbing pain in my nipples, the soreness from where He whipped me, and the scraps in my knees and feet as he dragged me to the car. The fuck has equipped his trunk to be comfortable, knowing full well I'd end up here. Fluffy pillows and mattress and a bottle of water and he drove carefully on the way home.
When he got me home I could see a clock and it was 2 am. Sweet Danny took over, tenderly bathing me, checking me for marks or sores, applying ointments, taping little cups over my nipples so they didn't have to bump up against anything, and did all the sorts of things Danny likes to do to me that most Doms would scoff at and tell him he was too soft and he'd never be able to train me the way he wants.
Guess again, guys.
We left shortly before noon. It took four hours to drive home to the family compound. I was completely wiped out and he demanded nothing of me at all except to relax with the seat down. I feel like I floated home although the places where my body hurt were not letting me forget how hard Danny let the Doms treat me. Sure, I was partly upset and angered, and, like I told you before, I did start wondering if I could manage to live like just an ordinary college student. That didn't last long because I damn well knew the answer. Especially when Danny pulled into a rest area and helped me go pee then brought me back to the car.
He left and came back with French fries and a milkshake and fed me right there in the car with his own fingers then helped me put the straw in my mouth and suck up the milkshake. "that's my good boy, just like you promised me, baby," he said as he drove back onto the highway and brought us back home.
I want to tell you about one of the talks we were given during our Tuesday morning "Chapel meetings."
It was a young priest, I forgot his name. He told us that whenever he meets with college students, he always assumes that most of us have only just begun to take a look at what it is we really believe, and some of us are still just operating on the automatic pilot that our parents had programmed into us, and that some of us have decided we're not going to believe anything. The thing I remember the most is that he told us that if we're in a position where we don't know what we believe, or maybe we're questioning everything we were taught, or maybe we've just gotten so fed up with the rule that we've turned our backs on all of it, whatever state of mind and faith we were in, he wanted us to know that "it is all normal, and it is all totally OK. You are doing just fine." This was the best part of my college education so far. I often said that to myself. "You are okay. You are doing just fine."
Danny had a lot more to say about it after we had a chance to talk about it that night. "Do you really realize you are doing just fine, Gavin, the way you are, living as my slave and devoting your life to serving me and accepting my discipline and my control over you life? Do you realize that it is all just fine? Are you aware that most submissives will spend an entire life searching for what you have, being my slave and my property? Most will never find it. All they'll ever be able to do is dream about it. Not only that, baby, but a lot of them are going to have some awful experiences and probably get their hopes dashed and their hearts broken over and over again, because few men are capable of becoming the type of Master that I had always planned I'd be for you."
"I love you, Gavin. I love it that you want to be my slave as much as I want to own you. I love what we have found together."
Right away I fell to the ground and started kissing his feet and licking his toes. For some reason whenever I serve him this way I feel totally complete and at peace. This is where I belong. This is how superior Danny is to me and always will be. This is how I'm meant to show him how much he means to me and how humble I feel when I'm with him.
He knows all this. We've spoken about it plenty of times in the past. He knows what it means when all of a sudden I'm down here sucking his feet. It makes him feel fulfilled as well. His role in life is to be my Master. It was set that way from the time we were born—maybe even earlier than that. He feels that in the eyes of the universe or of the god of the universe, this is how we were meant to be. He owns me, not only my body but my heart and my mind as well—and I can't imagine there could ever be another way for me to be happier than I am right here, right now, serving Danny.
THIS IS THE END OF THIS STORY. I HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT.